Chapter 552: Chapter 576: A Bit Painful Chapter 552: Chapter 576: A Bit Painful In the next mont, the Frost Giants’ javelins were thrown, and they invariably targeted the human knight as their only target. Lancelot, unable to leverage himself in mid-air, simply let go of the rope and assud a cross-legged sitting posture in mid-air, fully driving the Qingyuan Sword and Shield, ready to staunchly face the barrage of javelins from the Frost Giants.
This state of the Qingyuan Sword and Shield was entirely different from its normally passive activation; faint turtle shell-like patterns appeared on the surface of the light shield, and shadows of spirit snakes encircled it. If there had been another cultivator present, they would have certainly dropped their jaw in astonishnt, as the image of the turtle and snake is one of the symbols of the four cardinal spirits, and for a cultivation technique of the Foundation Establishnt Stage to manifest in such a way was simply unheard of.
Of course, there was no other spiritual cultivator in this multiverse, so Lancelot rely knew the cultivation technique passed down to him by Han Tianzun was very powerful; as for how powerful, he actually had no idea.
The javelin attack of the Frost Giants was also extraordinary. In terms of power, it was comparable to the lance charge of a heavy armored knight in full sprint, and even adult dragons had to avoid the full volley of javelins from multiple Frost Giants. The more foolish types (such as the White Dragon) often lost their lives to such attacks.
The javelins tore through the air with sharp whistling sounds and fiercely slamd into the ‘turtle shell’ surrounding Lancelot. The Protective Sword Shield imdiately emitted intense flickering. So of the javelins, after penetrating a few inches into the shield, were rebounded by a burst of sudden sword qi and violently struck the Frost Giants that had thrown them; others barely broke through the shield’s protection but were blocked by Lancelot’s mithril armor and weakly deflected aside.
However, the throwing attack of the giants was one of the most powerful long-range attacks in this universe, and his defenses were still breached. While still mid-air, Lancelot let out a deep grunt of pain; his right thigh was pierced by a javelin as thick as a fist. Had he not grabbed onto a nearby rope in the nick of ti, he might have fallen to the ground.
Upon landing, he put all his weight on his left foot, but his right leg still faltered with pain the mont it touched the ground. Kalalin and the elder Reap were the first to support him by his side and quickly ran toward the shadows on the side of the corridor while Bruto and Alamir, bearing shields, tightly protected them, blocking any potential pursuit.
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But the most intense reaction ca from little Esha; she had just turned into a bat and flown down with her companions. The mont Lancelot was injured, the little vampire imdiately locked onto the culprit who had hurt her brother and landed directly on the nose of that Frost Giant.
“Little Esha, co back!” Lancelot urgently shouted at her, “I’m okay!”
However, the enraged vampire didn’t hear the human knight’s words. Little Esha instantly reverted to her human form, her twin daggers flashing out of their sheaths and plunging fiercely into the eyes of the Frost Giant. Accompanied by a ghastly scream, the Frost Giant’s palms violently smacked his own face, but the little girl had already forcefully kicked his face, jumping back outside the corridor.
The two daggers, each hanging with the size of a polo eyeball, looked like a pair of hamrs.
The girl still wanted to continue her attack, but a commanding order, impossible to disobey, suddenly transmitted through their ntal link to her brain, forcing her to turn back into a bat, just narrowly avoiding a few javelins that would have hit her. The bat emitted two angry shrieks, flapped its wings, and flew to the side of the continuously summoning human knight, and with a bang, she turned back into a wanderer girl wearing chain mail.
“Thank you for avenging , but you shouldn’t risk your life,” Lancelot said sternly. “A good wanderer always keeps their cool in battle, that’s what you told .”
“But, brother…” Little Esha looked at the javelin in Lancelot’s thigh, thicker than her arm, and her eyes instantly reddened.
“I’m pretty tough, brother. An attack like this is nothing,” Lancelot resolutely answered, “It’s just a minor wound.”
As he spoke, he held the javelin with his right hand and radiated a foot-long green Sword Aura from his left palm. With a light flick, he snapped the javelin near the wound.
“Alamir, help out here,” Lancelot called the outside Elf Priest, pointing to the half javelin piercing his thigh, “You know what to do.”
“Okay,” the Elf Priest nodded, circled to his back, and grabbed the remaining half of the javelin, “Bear with , this might hurt a bit.”
Lancelot let out a subdued groan of pain, followed by heavy breathing. The imnse strength of his body after reaching the Foundation Establishnt Stage was unquestionably revealed at this mont. As True Yuan circulated within his body, the flesh around the wound rapidly writhed, and in just a few monts, the fresh penetrating wound looked like an old injury.
“Uh, your troll-like healing abilities…” Seeing Lancelot’s condition, Alamir stopped his initial casting motion and instead took out a healing potion from his bag, “Here, this is so of Koula’s leftover stock, it should be enough for you now.”
“Thank you,” Lancelot did not refuse the Priest’s kindness and drank the red liquid from the bottle in one gulp, “Toffee-flavored, my luck isn’t bad.”
Their forr Alchemist partner’s other identity was as a chef, so Koula would always try to ‘improve’ the taste of the potions during their crafting. Most attempts were successful, though there were also so odd combinations, like an Antitoxin Potion with a bitter lon and pineapple flavor.
As Lancelot treated his wound, the Frost Giant Guard who had thrown the javelin at him earlier was no longer able to pursue him. Caught off guard by the enemy’s assault from the rooftops, the guards couldn’t prevent their fallen kin from rushing in, and with the disadvantage in numbers and terrain, the fight quickly devolved into a bloody massacre.
After confirming he was no longer in serious danger, Lancelot stood guard next to a pile of clutter with his swords ready. He swept his gaze across the battlefield overhead, occasionally swinging his swords to deflect one or two incoming javelins to prevent so of the desperate Frost Giants from attempting to take captives to the grave with them in their dying monts.
Initially, the prisoners caged behind him dared not speak to him, but each ti he deflected a javelin, suppressed cheers erupted. Finally, an old Dwarf, his beard already grizzled and looking as if he was buried up to his eyebrows in dirt, rasped:
“Kind-hearted Knight, you should leave! There are too many zombies; you can’t defeat them all!”
Just then, a Giant zombie fell from the second-floor corridor, crashing heavily to the ground. It almost instantly jumped up, staggered toward Lancelot with what was loosely a bow, then roared and rushed towards the Frost Giants near the stairs.
“You’ve already been saved, old man,” Bruto’s relaxed voice rose among the prisoners’ ears, “Didn’t you hear? My big brother, he’s…”
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