Chapter 375: Chapter 389: Leaping Forward
Lancelot rested the Frostslash on his shoulder, a classic move with the two-handed sword that enabled a swift strike, leaving almost no time for the enemy to react, though the attack’s range would be slightly shorter than usual. His opponent, clearly aware of this, immediately began to retreat to maintain a safe distance.
Under the influence of the Succubus, the human knight’s body suddenly flickered, and thinking he was about to attack, the goat-headed Demon decisively jumped back, playing right into Lancelot’s hands. The enemy’s evasive action gave him ample time to switch tactics; rather than chopping downward, he raised his weapon and swept it across in a horizontal arc. The opponent’s hasty jump back was insufficient to escape the range of the Hand Half Sword.
Caught mid-dodge, the Demon was visibly horrified. It hadn’t stabilized yet, unable to continue dodging, while the blue-glowing sword blade was swiftly approaching its waist. This Brezu Demon could only desperately swing its two-handed sword, hoping its weapon would make contact with Lancelot’s blade before its own body did.
But this was just another feint by Lancelot. After tricking the opponent into moving its weapon to the left side, he himself began to rotate counterclockwise. The Frostslash made a large loop before slicing towards the Demon’s waist from another direction.
With a cry of despair, the Demon realized it was too late. Frostslash sliced through the Demon’s slender waist without meeting much resistance, then finally clashed with the opponent’s misdirected two-handed sword. The Demon’s upper body was carried away, spinning off the edge of the bridge.
The Demon’s Life Force was indeed very resilient, managing such a loud scream even after being bisected. Its voice dragged longer as it fell, ending with a dull thud.
As for the lower half that remained in place, it continued to retreat as if an invisible half of its body were still attached to the smooth cross section. Finally, the goat legs reached the edge of the steps and stumbled backwards, hitting a Berserk Demon that had just popped its head up right in the face.
Lancelot flashed a mocking smile at the huge toad, provoking an angry roar from it and causing more monsters to appear behind it, finally catching up with Lancelot’s deliberate delay.
“Ah, boss, I get your plan now!” the Skull sent a mental message, “You’re using the terrain here to use gravity against your foes, right?”
“That’s stupid, don’t forget the Succubus can cast the Flight Spell.”
Lancelot casually flicked the darkening blood off Frostslash and walked toward the edge of the bridge, peering down.
“Stop, stop, stop! I have a fear of heights!” the Skull rolled its eyes frantically, refusing to look down at the distant ground, “Boss, what are you doing? Ah… right, you have wings… But where will you escape to? Are we abandoning Elothysia?”
“Didn’t you say the Demons would be torturing prisoners in the Dungeon? Let’s go find her,” Lancelot secured his weapon on his back and then leapt outward from the edge.
The Berserk Demon at the very front was almost close enough to snatch her, but was fiercely slapped across the face by Lancelot’s tail. This left it dazed in place for a short while before it was knocked down by other Demons that had caught up.
Using the momentum of the collision, the Berserk Demon quickly moved towards Lancelot, whose spread wings slowed his fall. It seemed the Demon had forgotten about its impending death as it wildly swung its claws at Lancelot from a distance, wanting to tear the Succubus that ‘doomed’ it into pieces.
Lancelot drew Frostslash and stabbed upwards from a distance of dozens of yards. Unlike the Berserk Demon’s claws, which only tore through the air, his weapon could extend. A cyan-green Sword Aura extended from the tip of the blade, and the falling Demon couldn’t dodge; the strike easily pierced the soft belly of the giant toad, turning its heart into a tangled mess of flesh.
The Berserk Demon stood eight feet tall and weighed seven hundred pounds. Although it could only be considered a large creature, it was enough to completely cover the silhouette of the Succubus. Lancelot hid in the shadow of the Berserk Demon, closely watching the swiftly passing outer wall of the castle. The moment their shadows overlapped with a narrow loophole, he decisively initiated Shadow Jump, using the abilities of a shadow weaver to return inside the castle.
The pursuers behind him had no idea and thought that the Succubus hadn’t managed to fly away in time and had perished together with the Berserk Demon.
Of course, if someone checked the bodies on the ground, they would easily realize the Succubus wasn’t there, but which Demon would bother doing that?
Having disengaged from Shadow Jump, Lancelot quickly rolled on the spot to dodge any potential attacks. Once he stood up, he realized there were no guards around — perhaps there had been, but his recent commotion had drawn most of the Demons upward, leaving the post unattended.
The chaotic nature of Demons determined they were not a particularly responsible race, and in the absence of their commanding Lord, the defenses had become even more lax. Lancelot found himself in a small guardroom, and according to his Spirit Perception, there were no enemies nearby.
“Brilliant.” Seeing that he had temporarily escaped danger, the voice of the skull echoed again in Lancelot’s heart, “Boss, how did you know there’d be a window here?”
“I guessed,” Lancelot shrugged, then took off the ring from his finger, returning to his disguise as a Human Knight, “Didn’t you notice we passed quite a few of these windows while we were running upstairs?”
“I wasn’t exactly paying attention to that…” Clone Well flew down from Lancelot’s belt, “What do we do next?”
“Find Elothysia, then figure out a way to leave,” Lancelot said cautiously as he stepped out of the room, carefully noting the sounds around him, “Next, it’s real stealth time. We need to avoid detection but if we’re unlucky and get spotted, we must eliminate the enemy immediately to prevent it from alerting other Demons. If a fight breaks out later, act accordingly, understood?”
“Got it, don’t worry!” The skull lowered its flying height and followed Lancelot to the corridor outside the room, “Whoa, what’s that?”
Below the corridor was a large hall, and right in the center of it stood a giant Portal, large enough for a Giant Bull Demon to pass through. The frame of the Portal was made of some huge creature’s leg bones, and through the Portal, one could faintly see a cliff and the vast lake beyond it.