"Are you two alright?"
A pleasant female voice ca from behind. Lancelot knew it was the Valkyrie-like Aira speaking, but he couldn't afford the courtesy of looking back as he hurriedly bent down to check on Elothysia.
The situation of the Succubus was clearly not good. Her chest armor and clothing had been completely corroded, and her bare skin was violently bubbling, with nurous thumb-sized blisters indicating that the flesh beneath was boiling.
It seed that despite Lancelot's burst of maximum speed just now, he was still a tad too late. The foul air that had burst forth from Cang Ye had sprayed onto the Succubus. Given what had previously been glimpsed of the Mother of Demons' true form, there might not be anything more filthy than that foul air in the entire Multiverse. Even a Succubus Paladin, fundantally still a Demon, could not withstand the gases leaked after Cang Ye was punctured.
"Elothysia! Wake up!" Lancelot tried to shake the Succubus. "Can you hear speaking?"
"What happened to her?" The beautiful Aira squatted down as well. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"The gas from the Mother of Demons' wound got on her." Lancelot placed his hand on the Succubus' forehead, feeling as though he was touching a red-hot branding iron. "I'll try to save her, or at least prevent her from becoming sothing worse. Please, help protect us, I beg you!"
"Understood!" Aira nodded vigorously, standing to the side with her Great Sword ready. "Leave it to !"
Lancelot thanked her and imdiately began to assess Elothysia's condition. He had already noticed that the state of the Succubus resembled the anomalies that occur during a Promotion, and he had to try to suppress that power—or else Elothysia might transform into so kind of monster, losing all sense of reason and even her mories during the painful process.
If that were to happen, even if she did not die, the Succubus Paladin that everyone cherished would never return.
Lancelot gritted his teeth and pulled out a mountain crystal of Upper Grade Spirit Stone tier from his chest, biting into it. This thod allowed for the fastest absorption of the spiritual energy contained within the stone, but nearly nine-tenths of the energy would be wasted. No Cultivator at the Golden Core stage would do this unless absolutely necessary.
Spiritual energy burst forth from the mountain crystal, filling Lancelot's parched ridians. Most of it dissipated from the acupoints around his body, with only a random few strands following the path of his Spiritual Cultivation and ultimately entering his Dantian.
But at the mont, Lancelot naturally couldn't concern himself with the waste of spiritual energy. He gathered the sparse True Yuan he had and focused it in his hands, then closed his eyes and concentrated, examining Elothysia's condition.
He imdiately felt a power representing pure chaos raging within the Succubus, a force with no plan except to turn the body into a mass of flesh covered in teeth and eyes. Elothysia was struggling with all her might against the transformation of her body, but it appeared she was on the brink of succumbing.
Without a mont's hesitation, Lancelot reached out his hand to help. With direct contact, his Divine Sense traveled through his palm, clearly seeing the physical condition of the Succubus. To his relief, she had ridians and acupoints similar to those of humans. Though there were differences, the structures were fundantally the sa, easing Lancelot's task considerably.
Having induced demons to Promote several tis, Lancelot was no stranger to this process. With his current abilities and condition, it was naturally impossible to forcefully oppose that power. But as a well-known saying in the art of Spiritual Cultivation goes—if the hard approach doesn't work, try the soft one. Rather than suppressing the chaotic power, Lancelot carefully used True Yuan to guide it through Elothysia's body, ultimately converging it in her arrow-shaped tail.
As the filthy, evil, and chaotic power continued to pour in, the Succubus' tail began to deform and swell rapidly. It grew a carapace similar to that of a crab, then cracked open with countless small fissures from which many slender tentacles erged, each ending in a mouthful of sharp teeth eagerly tearing at the surrounding air.
Lancelot didn't hesitate, his right hand emitting a cyan sword aura as he swung his blade, chopping off the end of the Succubus's tail.
Elothysia let out a cry of pain, instinctively holding onto the Human Knight beside her. Lancelot didn't have ti to comfort the injured Succubus; with a flick of his finger, two orange fireballs launched from his fingertips, igniting the small section of tail that had been chopped off.
The tail, still violently transforming even after being severed, inflated like a balloon to the size of a helt and rolled back and forth on the ground, sprouting new limbs in an attempt to extinguish the flas.
But the fire Lancelot had thrown was no ordinary fla; it was 'True Fire' ignited by the True Yuan of a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator. Not only was it powerful, but under his control, it moved back and forth, stubbornly burning the weird flesh of the tail.
That lump of strange flesh seed to have gained consciousness in such a short ti, forming into the shape of an infant with three mouths sprouting on its body, beginning to babble at Lancelot.
"Destruction, submission, cease, die!"
"Torture! Pain! Desire!"
"Wealth, satisfaction, kill, kill, kill!"
Maybe it wanted to beg for rcy, maybe it intended to utter threats, maybe it wanted to curse the human in front of it, but all it could manage were intense, aningless words in the Abyss language. With a thought from Lancelot, the fire on the flesh's surface shot up more than three feet high, burrowing into the constantly opening and closing mouths.
Accompanied by a disturbingly shrill scream that grated on the nerves, that lump of flesh burned into a pile of ash, disappearing without a trace as it was blown away by the fierce winds on the battlefield.
Only then did Lancelot have a mont to look down, seeing the Succubus lying pitifully in his arms, her eyes filled with tears.
"It hurts!" Elothysia pounded heavily on Lancelot's chest, "My tail!"
Lancelot was montarily dazed by the Succubus's expression but quickly regained his composure. He smiled awkwardly, helping her up as he said,
"Your tail was indeed beautiful, but it would have been terrible if it had grown on a body with seven mouths, eight arms, and nine pairs of eyes."
"I know, thank you, but I really loved my tail; it was so smooth..." The Succubus Paladin suddenly realized her state of undress, a blue light flashed, and she was suddenly wearing a large robe. Then, as if rembering sothing, her complexion changed, and she hurriedly looked around.
"Where is the Mother of Demons?" Elothysia asked with a pale face, "Did I succeed?"
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