The knight in the abyss

Chapter 234 Lies and Truth

"Prevent what?" Lancelot had already grasped Frost Zhan's hilt, "Prevent us from failing?"

"No, it's not." The elf sighed, "Prevent you from succeeding, so that the Eye of Sarrizdun can return to the city of Mogrondal smoothly, and it took me so much effort to get it away."

Everyone was shocked by the meaning of these words. The other party was a withering lord, and a city of Moglondar that lost its commercial value was obviously not in its interest.

Elotesia stared at this abyssal fox-headed elf, her face gradually changed from suspicion to consternation, a golden light lit up on her blade, and she pointed at her opponent and asked loudly:

"You! Why do you have the smell of Bator from another world?"

"Oh, calm down, baby." The elf giggled, "Since you can become a paladin, why can't I serve the Baatezu? We don't seem to have any loyalty to our own race."

Lancelot's heart sank quickly.Although he has already broken through to the foundation building stage, and his strength is more than doubled than before, he has consumed a lot of real energy just because he was messing with things just now. There are many yugoloths in front of him, and they are well-disciplined and well-trained. Enemies that are far more difficult to deal with than mutant demons.

"But why?" The succubus paladin still looked a little unbelievable, "You already have a high status, why do you want to do this?"

"What status? A withering lord who may be killed at any time?" The elf showed a dismissive smile, that evil expression was extremely awkward in the eyes of everyone who was used to seeing Aramir, "This system is obviously very Stupid, I spent so much effort to climb up the position, any subordinate can walk into my office, declare themselves to be my successor, and then give me two knives?"

"So you think the devil's strict hierarchy is more attractive?" Elotesia said with more anger than curiosity, "But in that kind of society, you must have a certain status to stay away from misery However, no matter how prosperous the city of Mogrondal is, it is nothing more than a neutral city, so how much merit would it be to destroy it?"

"Hahahaha, who cares about Moglondar?" Satukula raised his head and laughed, "What Grand Duke Bayer cares about is the demon army that emerges from the lower level of the abyss. If there is no Eye of Sarizdun According to the map provided, those stupid guys will spend several times longer to get out of the blood abyss, if they can really find their way, and the army of the Nine Prisons will take the opportunity to occupy every corner of the Wanyuan Plain."

"So, what benefits did the devils promise you so that you would be willing to find a master for yourself?" The anger in Elotesia's words was more than curiosity. No longer agreeing, "Besides, as long as you are still a Tanari, the devils will abandon you sooner or later, don't you even understand this?"

"Then what if I'm no longer a Tanar'ri?" The blond elf showed a mocking smile, he snapped his fingers, flames appeared on his fingertips, then Satugula put his fingers against his chin, he His entire face was covered in flames, but he still kept that disgusting smile.

"You...you are not Tanar'ri anymore!" Elotesia took a step back, her face full of shock, "How...how did you do it?"

"Grand Duke Bayer has many very capable subordinates." Satugura moved his finger away from his chin, and the flame was extinguished, "How about it, Succubus? I think the Duke will be very happy to accept your service, And that's the only way you'll get out alive today."

"Why do you guys always want me to return to the evil camp? Did I make the devils doubt the meaning of their own existence?" Elotesia shook her head, "I have already separated from my evil nature Boundaries, so I'm not going to compromise with the devil, and I'm sure my mates have no interest in that either."

"By the way, your news is too closed." Kalarin bravely said, although he was obviously very nervous, "Byer is no longer the Grand Duke, and now the Grand Duke of Avernas is Zariel."

"With our loyal subordinates, Grand Duke Baier will soon regain its position, but you will never see that scene." Satugula smiled with a sure chance of winning, and then said in a strange way. The language spoke out a few words, and Lancelot understood the meaning of those words through the spiritual connection with Colonwell.

It's purgatory, and it probably means 'come down, my contracted warrior! '

The phantom appeared behind the traitorous and withered lord, and quickly materialized.Eight steel demons, the elite heavy infantry among the devils, appeared in this palace that once belonged to the demon lord of Obiris, and the surrounding Yugoloth demon mercenaries did not respond to this, obviously the object of their allegiance It is the individual Satugura, not the abyssal city of Moglondar.

Lancelot's heart sank further.The number of enemies is more than five times that of his own. Even if his true energy has not been absorbed by the Eye of Sarrizdun, it is difficult to fight against so many enemies who are not weak. In his current state, perhaps he should think about how to fight as much as possible. Save the integrity of the corpses of the companions.

"Then goodbye, friends." The blond elf raised his arm and waved forward, as if to drive away a few flies, and ordered to his subordinates: "Kill them all."

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry."

Another voice that appeared out of nowhere sounded, with a strange trembling in this voice, reminiscent of some kind of huge beast.

Lancelot's face changed again, and he took out a golden emblem from his arms. The magic wave from it made him throw it out without hesitation, as if it was a bomb made by Phil.

The emblem literally exploded in mid-air, becoming a giant portal.A red giant dragon lazily passed through the light gate and appeared in the hall.

Compared with the young fellow who visits Shuangqiao Town from time to time to collect gems, this red dragon looks a bit old.With keen insight, Lancelot noticed that the horns on its head had begun to curl, the scales on its body were messy and dull, and there were even lesions-like black spots on the bases of its claws and wings.

But it was still a strong, majestic, and beautiful creature, and for a dragon, old age did not mean a decline in strength.The pressure on Lancelot from this giant dragon was no less than that of Nameless when he was fighting in the form of Balrog, but it just stood there quietly, staring at the traitorous Wither Lord with a cold gaze.

　Happy Monday everyone~ Continue to ask for tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)