The Paladin in the Abyss

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The frost-formed, humanoid female was drawn by their battle cries, and with some surprise, she turned her head just in time to see Lancelot leap high into the air, his Great Sword swinging down towards her head.

Lancelot's movement technique was so swift it was almost inconceivable; the Incarnation of God had no time to dodge at that moment. Instantly, she formed an Ice Shield in her hand, attempting to block the Human Knight's overhead cleave with the Great Sword.

Though he still had room for adjustments, Lancelot chose to complete his attack. The heavy Cold Iron Greatsword, like a catapult's launched projectile, slammed onto the Ice Shield, creating a teeth-gritting, high-pitched sonic boom.

Knowing that his strike wouldn't penetrate her defense, Lancelot had readied his next move: using the rebound force, he shot upwards, executed a circus-like forward roll in mid-air, and once again swung his Great Sword towards the top of his opponent's head.

His consecutive attacks were incredibly fast, and Olul's Incarnation was still trembling from the initial overhead strike, utterly unable to dodge in time. She could only force herself to lift the shield above her head to block this attack, but this left her lower body completely unprotected, fully exposed to another creature that favored attacking the lower body.

Though not as fast as Lancelot, Bruto arrived just in time. The Dwarf suddenly lunged forward, using the shield as a skateboard beneath him, skimming close to the ground towards his opponent. Upon reaching right beneath the frost-formed figure's feet, he suddenly stood up, simultaneously delivering a long-prepared hammer strike.

This Dwarf Combat Technique functioned somewhat like a Human's leaping cleave, only the direction was from the bottom up, and the target of the attack was Bruto's favorite—knees.

Nearly every Dwarf possesses a special racial talent for intuitively finding critical stress points within a structure. This ability allows them to construct mines, tunnels, and even fortresses and cities in the deep underground, as well as identify the best striking positions to disrupt an enemy's balance during lightning-fast combat.

Though he never realized it, Bruto also had this talent. Very naturally, the Warhammer adjusted its path in mid-swing, hitting the Incarnation of the Goddess's knee at a special angle.

Accompanied by a crisp sound like a Blacksmith Hammer striking an Iron Anvil, the right leg of the Incarnation of the Winter Goddess twisted into a bizarre angle. Her body began uncontrollably tilting to one side, but at that very moment, the attack from above arrived. Lancelot seized this fleeting flaw, the Great Sword's tip stabbing down into the enemy's left shoulder, then transitioning into a slicing motion, letting the Sword Blade saw through the incision made by the tip.

Lancelot and a piece of her frost-formed arm hit the ground together, while at the same time, a green beam also hit the back of the Incarnation of God. It was another Disintegration Spell from Tijana.

Ever since the battle started, the Succubus Lord had been firing on all cylinders, like a well-maintained, amply-supplied siege crossbow, continually releasing one potent spell after another. Thanks to the brief respite won by the Dwarf and the Human Knight, Tijana was able to use her super magical abilities again. In the prior clashes, Olul's Incarnation had already exhausted her Legendary Immunity, unable to stop this fatal spell from taking effect.

There were no dazzling flashes or violent explosions, the frost-formed humanoid female silently disintegrated into dust-like fine ice particles, which were completely dispersed by the still-raging Blizzard. Where the Saint once stood, Mohoi's body appeared, seemingly unscathed on the outside, but Lancelot's Spirit Perception clearly told him, that what lay there was nothing more than a corpse.

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"He froze to death," Reap, who had been staying at the back, finally came forward and turned Tiflin's body over. "Only those who die from severe cold show such a smile."

Lancelot and Bruto looked on silently, seeing Mohoi's face bearing a mysterious expression, half-smiling, as if, in the moment of death, he was unsure whether he felt pain or pleasure. Besides, his bare skin was marked with numerous bright red patterns typical of frostbite.

"This body seems quite intact; can we resurrect him?" Bruto looked up at Lancelot and said, "I mean, we weren't actually fighting him just now, were we?"

"It's no use, his soul is already with Olul. If you cast Resurrection on him, you'll get nothing but a walking corpse," Tijana also descended and, with purple Spiritual Light emanating from her hands, the corpse sat up under the spell, then after a bout of dry heaving, spat out a snowflake-shaped amulet.

"Olul took his soul, and this thing killed his body," Tijana's fingertips extended into long claws, picking up the amulet from the ground. She slightly closed her eyes to feel it, then casually tossed the amulet to Lancelot, "Really stingy, it's not even legendary…"

"What is this?" Lancelot pinched a Dharma Decree, cleaning off the sticky filth on the surface of the amulet, "It can resist damage from the cold? But then how did Mohoi die?"

"It's the Protector of the Ice Maiden, allowing up to eight creatures to gain resistance to cold, but it requires a special ceremony to activate," Tijana shrugged. "You must hold this amulet in one hand and a block of ice larger than your palm in the other, melting the ice completely with your body heat… The ceremony must be completed in a snowy environment, better at night. Take it back for the Scholar to examine; his Identification Spell will provide more detailed information."

"That sounds really troublesome," Bruto, leaning on his hammer, stretched lazily, "But that was truly an epic battle just now, did you see that hammer of mine? It was a game-changing blow, I'll relish it for years to come..."

"You'll forget it by next month, I guarantee," Lancelot laughed, shaking his head, "And besides, it was actually Tijana's magic that decided the victory... uh, what's going on with you?"

Spectral petals and butterflies continuously floated out of the body of the Succubus Lord, paired with her beautiful face and a chest that heaved slightly due to panting, almost rendering Lancelot speechless.

"Wow, big sis, what's going on with you?" Bruto scratched his head curiously, "Could it be that you're…"

Lancelot moved almost instantly to cover the Dwarf's mouth, stopping him from saying what he was about to say. Watching Tijana's puzzled face due to his sudden intense movement, Lancelot knew he had once again saved the Dwarf's life.

"My body harbors wild magic power, each time I cast a spell, it could provoke a surge of magic power," the Succubus Lord seemed to misunderstand, casually waving her hand, releasing more petal illusions, "Most times, it's harmless consequences like these illusions now, or screaming as soon as I speak. But sometimes the consequences are severe, such as being turned into a flower pot or a Quasimodo Demon, being temporarily exiled to the Stellar Realm, or even instant death."