Chapter 932: Chapter 903: The Power of the Male Succubus
Molo wanted to say sothing else, but Lancelot was done with the talking. The Human Knight placed his hand half sword on his shoulder, stomped heavily, and launched himself at the male Succubus like a cannonball.
Molo was startled by Lancelot’s speed, but as a Succubus, his reaction was quick. Facing the sword blade that ca like a shooting star, Molo suddenly spread out the massive bat wings on his back, fiercely flapped forward, and swiftly flew backward, successfully dodging the Human Knight’s over-the-shoulder slash. He then slightly adjusted the angle of his wings during his retreat, completing a turn so that the following thrust by the Human Knight stabbed into thin air.
The Demon Lord’s evasive maneuvers were as quick as a ghost’s shadow. An ordinary warrior would fall into helpless despair when facing such an enemy, but Lancelot was no ordinary person. Besides, he had spent so ti sparring with a Succubus Lord even stronger than Molo (in many senses). He wasn’t discouraged by his initial miss. His footwork shifted, the sword reversed in his hand, and he launched a fierce pursuit against the male Succubus like a storm.
Lancelot’s prowess shocked Molo. Although the male Succubus had heard more than once from his subordinates about this newly risen noble of Twin Bridges Town, his impression of Lancelot was still stuck at their first encounter, firmly believing it was just a rumor spread by Tijana to make her affair with a mortal sound less absurd. Yet now, the pressure from the Human Knight felt like a noose tightening around his neck, making it hard for Molo to breathe. How could a mortal possess such strength?
Frostslash traced one cold arc after another, weaving a net in the air, growing denser until it ensnared the male Succubus within. The icy sword blade first sliced the Demon Lord’s bat wings, then at an unbelievable angle, swung back and cut into the opponent’s shin that could not retreat in ti. Molo was thrown by the imnse force of the sword, crashing heavily against the treasury wall. His finely crafted armor stopped the blade from further intruding into his body, but the bones beneath the armor were not unscathed. Molo struggled to stand but groaned and fell to his knees, seemingly gravely injured.
Nonetheless, Lancelot did not rush forward to pursue. Although his last strike hit, his opponent was floating in midair, not bearing the full force, and demons are notoriously crafty—who knows if the injuries were genuine or feigned.
“You must be thinking, ‘I’m just so-so’, aren’t you…” Molo shakily rose to his feet, “Pathetic mortal, now witness my true power!”
The Demon Lord fiercely tore a peculiar necklace from his neck and slamd it onto the ground. The three purple crystals, each the size of a pearl, shattered on the floor, releasing an intangible presence that quickly gained corporeal form. Three bizarre figures appeared before Lancelot, all female: one was a shriveled old crone with straw-like hair and tree-root fingernails, looking uglier than any hag; another stood two heads taller than Lancelot, with a well-proportioned body and an elegant deanor; the last one resembled a larger version of Bruto, with ogre-like muscular girth and a fearso face akin to a gorilla’s. Their skin was pale as plaster, matching the black eyeballs without whites and each wore an incongruous smile of bliss with their hideous appearance.
“Oh, my beloveds…” Molo sweetly whispered, “This human seeks to harm , kill him!”
In the male Succubus’s hand appeared a thorn-laden whip, which he lashed viciously at the backs of those he called ‘lovers’. The struck won scread as they rushed at Lancelot like sled dogs. Their speed was incredible, seeming weightless, and though Lancelot’s reactions and speed had surpassed mortal limits, these opponents were clearly not confined to mortal bounds.
Driven purely by instinct, Lancelot ducked down as the old lady’s nails swiped swiftly over his head. The piercing cold made the hairs on his neck stand on end, but he managed to complete his counterattack: rolling to one side, the cold gleam of the hand half sword left a crescent shadow in the air, slicing vertically through the hag-like figure’s waist. Yet, what should have been a lethal strike had no result; the blade seed to cut through false light, striking no solid object.
There was no ti for Lancelot to be surprised as the second attack arrived. This ti, it was the female ogre’s punch, its fiery force undeniable. He could only et it with his sword. Using the montum from his rolling rise, Frostslash swung upwards, clashing heavily with the enemy’s fist. The impact was akin to striking a Warhamr hurled with all of Bruto’s might; the hand half sword shivered with protest, numbing half of the Human Knight’s body, but ultimately blocked the attack, and the muscular woman scread, flying backward. Blood splattered out in an arc before she suddenly lost all weight, hanging in the air like a kite.
The final assault ca from the noblewoman’s bite. She opened her non-fanged mouth wide, screeching as she lunged—Lancelot had no ti for any other move, rely managing to awkwardly adjust his body and et her fervor with his shoulder guard. There was a loud crack; the tal covering the Human Knight’s shoulder split (it was a re steel breastplate, his Mithril armor having been shattered by the Lich’s teor Technique), and Lancelot felt a stabbing pain, an experience long unfamiliar to him.
At that crucial mont, the Protective Sword Shield activated automatically. Brilliant green light burst from the wound, imdiately filling and exploding the noblewoman’s head as if it had fallen from a great height like a waterlon.
Lancelot looked down, seeing several bloody holes on his shoulder; the injuries weren’t serious, and were rapidly healing under the True Yuan’s influence. Though his flesh wasn’t steel-reinforced, it was at least as hard as Dragon Scale, yet it had been bitten through even through the armor. Could it be that the male Succubus’s noble lover had diamond-encrusted teeth?
“Is this your true power?” Lancelot stood back up, watching the headless woman, her gown soaked in blood, slowly collapse. “I’m sorry for taking off her head, but with those teeth, you wouldn’t need it anyway, right?”
The other two won seed frightened by their companion’s state, turning to look at Molo as though seeking guidance from their lover. But the Demon Lord rely raised his whip fiercely, screaming:
“Celia is useless, I don’t need her anymore. Do you also want to beco worthless to ? Go kill him now!”
The Demon Lord’s command seed to have so kind of magic power. As soon as he finished speaking, the two won imdiately rushed at Lancelot, as if their bodies themselves were responding to the order. Their speed was still incredibly fast, but this ti Lancelot was fully prepared. He seized the mont and twisted his form eerily in place, avoiding the intersecting attacks from both sides. The hand half sword trailing behind him swept out like a dragon’s tail, the sword’s light completely enveloping the enemies’ silhouettes.
Less than a minute earlier, Lancelot’s hand half sword had slashed through one of their bodies without causing any harm, but this ti was different. This ti, the blade of Frostslash shone with a cyan-green sword light, followed by two bursts of blood. The remaining two lovers of the Succubus Lord were sliced in half at the waist. The half of their bodies with mouths let out a piercing wail, rolling about in agony on the ground. But they did not exhibit the trendous life force of demons, and Lancelot could clearly sense their vital energy rapidly waning.
“A clever tactic, only becoming corporeal in the instant of attack, while staying in a phantom state otherwise.” Lancelot flicked the blood off his long sword. “What have you given these won to keep them in such a half-human half-ghost state?”
“True love, of course.” The male succubus shrugged, his hands sohow filled with many purple crystals. “What else could it be?”
“Kill him, Lancelot!” Shuni the Priest’s shout ca from not far away. “Here and now, you must kill him!”
Lancelot turned his head, seeing his companions struggling to hold back the retreating Berserk Demons. Bruto had already activated the power of Titan’s Blood, his height exceeding ten feet, like a godly dwarf descended to earth; Alamir’s beautiful armor was ablaze with golden flas, fearlessly battling the horde of demons, and each swing of his Hardhead Hamr lted large chunks of flesh.
Even so, in front of enemies outnumbering them many tis over, the companions were clearly at a disadvantage, barely holding the line thanks to Kalalin’s spells cast one after another.
“Foolish knight. Didn’t you risk your life to co before for the sake of another succubus?” Molo sneered, raising his hands. “Yes, you are strong, stronger than any mortal I’ve ever seen, but your life is ultimately too short, leading you to many false emotions…”
Countless purple crystals fell from the demon’s fingers, shattering into fragnts on the stone floor. With each crystal’s fracture, a woman’s silhouette erged, the final count reaching hundreds. Among them were tall and short; so fat, so thin; so young and so old; so adorned with gold and silver, others in rags; humans and elves, as well as orcs and goblins. They clearly didn’t care about their surroundings, only looking at the male succubus with a fervent and almost pathological gaze, as if concubines locked in a deep palace, finally summoned by the emperor.
“My sweet lovers, your long-awaited opportunity has finally co. Now you can prove your worth to …” Molo’s whisper-like voice echoed throughout the treasure vault. “This human knight wishes to harm , kill him!”
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Author’s Note: Due to so unavoidable reasons, I have to continue writing this book under a different pen na. The new book’s na is quite straightforward and bold: “Paladin in the Abyss 2” (the na might change, I’m not decided yet), author: Big Guaji. The new book has no chapters as of now, and the plan is to switch over after this Oasis Fort storyline concludes. In the future, I will add such notes at the end of each chapter to prevent new and old readers from losing track. Thank you all!
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