Chapter 487: Chapter 511: Bursting into the Cabin Chapter 487: Chapter 511: Bursting into the Cabin “It seems traveling by water isn’t exactly safe either.” Bruto’s face bore a satisfied smile, “That was the fourth enemy I’ve taken down…”
“I can’t be bothered to count.” Lancelot shrugged, turning his head towards the door leading inside the ship, “The battle isn’t over yet. There are still some troublesome fellows inside, and they’re waiting for us.”
“Perfect timing then.” Bruto twisted his neck and swaggered towards the door, “I haven’t had enough yet. Let’s clear them out and then the ship will be ours.”
With a forceful kick, he slammed into the door, but the door panel didn’t budge as if filled with lead, instead he ended up sitting on the floor with a thud. Bruto jumped up with a violent motion, his eyes beginning to fill with dangerous bloodshot, ready to ram with the hardest part of his body, his forehead, once more.
“Come back, you fool.” The Elf Priest grabbed the reckless Dwarf, “Are you really planning to just walk into a room taken by the enemy with no preparation at all?”
The Dwarf looked down in confusion at the armor on his body and felt his Helmet, confirming there were no holes or cracks.
“Isn’t this fine?” Bruto, hands on hips, glared dissatisfied at the Elf, “My equipment is all in order. Are you making fun of me?”
As usual, Alamir helplessly cast a pleading look towards the others, but everyone was accustomed to this by now.
“Let me handle this.” Kalalin pulled out a scroll, “I’ll use the Arcane Eye to check out the situation inside first.”
With a special gesture and a strange syllable, Kalalin activated the magic on the scroll, summoning a pale blue eyeball floating in the air. The eyeball, as big as a fist, looked just like the Scholar’s own from the front, while the back had a ghostly neural strand pointing back towards its summoner like a tadpole’s tail.
The magical eyeball quickly faded, becoming completely transparent. Kalalin’s body swayed as if losing balance, and was steadied by the Werewolf next to him.
“Sorry, I’m still not used to it.”
Kalalin steadied himself, then closed his eyes, focusing on controlling the magical eyeball. Lancelot gathered a bit of Spiritual Energy in his eyes and once more ‘saw’ the transparent sphere floating in the air. The eyeball flew outside the ship’s hull, then entered through the hole where a Hook had been fired.
“Come aboard, Ferryman,” Lancelot called to the Ferryman Demon who was still on the small boat, struggling to pry the Hooks out, “We need your help.”
“What is needed?” The Ferryman Demon lightly leaped onto the Demon Warship, landing with a clatter reminiscent of a chain of bone chimes.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name yet?”
“Alright, Mr. Vexus,” Lancelot politely nodded, pointing at the ship’s helm, “You said earlier, no one makes a better Ferryman than you. Can you handle this warship?”
“You’re handing this ship to me?” The eyes of the Ferryman Demon excitedly lit up again.
“At least until we reach our intended destination, yes,” Lancelot shrugged, “If you can’t control the big ship to keep moving, at least keep it stable so we can clear out the remaining demons in the cabin.”
“Watch this, it will be just like being on solid ground!” the Ferryman Demon immediately turned and walked towards the stern, “Throw all those Bartez scum into the Stygian River, their bodies are offerings to Charon, while their souls turn dim-witted, reborn in the Nine Hells still fools!”
Lancelot loudly agreed, while secretly pondering in his mind. Was the effect of the Stygian River’s waters really that strong? Even the Fiends’ regenerative abilities couldn’t completely cleanse it?
Meanwhile, Kalalin also opened his eyes. At first, he seemed not to have returned to reality, but after Lancelot took his hand, the Scholar quickly regained his composure.
“That hatch has been completely sealed off,” Kalalin immediately informed everyone upon waking, “Besides the Beard Demon that slipped in earlier, there are four Thorn Demons inside, plus one that looks like the captain, a Chain Demon. There’s a vent under that pile of ropes, we can jump in there and launch a surprise attack.”
“Alright then!” Bruto was the first to act, running to clear the pile of ropes, while Lancelot asked seriously,
“Can you tell me about the characteristics of Thorn Demons and Chain Demons?”
“I only have some rough information on the residents of the Nine Hells,” Kalalin spoke hurriedly, “Thorn Demons are a type of Fiend covered with sharp spikes, about the size of a regular human, usually serving as bodyguards for higher-ranking demons. In addition to their deadly grapple, they also throw fireballs at their enemies. Since demons are immune to flames, I suspect they’ll turn the area into a blazing inferno immediately, but I can handle that problem.”
“As for Chain Demons, they are ruthless torturers and executioners, covered in chains with blades and hooks, swinging them to attack their enemies in battle. It’s said they can plunge their enemies into the deepest fear, mostly through some kind of mental illusion technique. We need to move quickly, as they seem to be conducting some kind of summoning ritual. Judging by the complexity of the array, I hope to never know what it might actually summon.”
Bruto’s shout came from not far away, and Lancelot nodded, addressing the others:
“We’ve cooperated many times before, so no need for redundant words. I’ll go in first, the rest of you time your entry into the battlefield. Old Reap, you stay in the shadows to help protect the two spellcasters, any problems with that?”
“Of course not, delighted to.”
The Human Knight took a deep breath, then heavily stomped the deck below, propelling himself dozens of feet into the air, and like a plummeting boulder, he crashed into the area Bruto had just cleared.
The grate-like vent couldn’t withstand such an impact and, accompanied by a crisp clatter, Lancelot smashed directly into the cabin interior. Upon landing, he rolled in the direction his Spirit Perception guided him to as a safety measure, avoiding potential attacks and allowing his eyes to adapt to the suddenly darkened environment.
The cabin was very low, with the Human Knight’s head less than half a foot from the ceiling. In front just under twenty feet away, a demon with red skin and a head wrapped in several iron chains was kneeling on the ground, using a bloodied hook to etch an array on the floor, the paint on the hook sourced from a Beard Demon lying beside him, already disemboweled and still twitching.