The knight in the abyss

Chapter 585 The monk's heart and chivalry

Lancelot felt the changing pressure from the hilt, the effect of the blade piercing different tissues in the dragon's body, and finally inserted into a tight, shrinking organ.The white dragon's limbs twitched violently and unconsciously. The human knight ignored the dragon's claws waving back and forth in front of his eyes, but held the hilt firmly in his hand, and then exerted force to make the hilt rotate ninety degrees. Spend.

Bai Long's body froze suddenly, and then everything was over.The dragon soul has already left, leaving only the corpse of a wild beast.

At this moment, the Aquarius magic in Lancelot's body suddenly started to work on its own, as if it was triggered by something.All 36 big acupoints on his body were opened, frantically absorbing the energy emanating from the corpse of the legendary creature in front of him.

However, other people couldn't see any abnormalities at all, they just felt a sudden difficulty in breathing.This vision came suddenly and disappeared very quickly. After only a few breaths, the power of the dragon corpse was absorbed.However, in Lancelot's feelings, this power is only stored in every corner of his physical body for the time being, and it may take some time to truly refine and absorb it.

"Look at what you've made, what a mess."

Just as Bailong fell down, a hoarse, cold voice reminiscent of a reptile suddenly sounded behind everyone.Lancelot turned his head and saw a strange female humanoid figure.At first glance, people can easily mistake her for a succubus - she has horns on her head, bat wings and a tail on her back, and she is wearing a tight red leather jacket, which fully demonstrates her bumpy and powerful sense proud figure.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that the so-called leather clothes are just scales covering the surface of the skin, and the tail behind it is far thicker than the whip tail of the succubus.

What's more, under the pair of swept back horns on the top of the head, is a dragon face with the indifference of a scaly reptile.

"Are you the imprisoned red dragon?" Lancelot recognized the voice, "Why did you come out by yourself?"

"Of course one of your 'companions' set me free."

The female half-dragon grinned at him. Even with Lancelot's quality of heart, that smile was still provocative. He pulled the glacier out, and then was splashed all over by the dragon blood sprayed from the wound, looking in a panic.

"Hehe, like I said, you guys really made a mess." The female half-dragon walked up to him and put her foot on the dead white dragon's head, "But I enjoyed that scene very much, it's a pity Can't wait any longer..."

"It's our first time doing this, so we don't have much experience." Lancelow shrugged, and was about to say something else when he suddenly looked up.In his spiritual perception, a terrifying aura is rapidly approaching this place, the real owner of this lair is finally coming back!
"Run!" Lancelot yelled at his companions, "Go to Karaline!"

Although the others did not have the keen perception of the human knight, everyone knew what Lancelow was referring to, and immediately ran towards the steps leading to the terrace when they came.Brutal also has the magic blessing of free movement and striding. The old Lepp in the giant wolf state can easily run on the smooth ice stairs. As for little Isa, there is no need to worry. A vampire with wings on its back.

'don't want! ' Several different voices suddenly sounded in the hearts of everyone, 'Don't leave us behind! '

Lancelot turned his head and found that the one who made the sound was the female dragon imprisoned in several other large pits.In addition to a white dragon that has been frozen into an ice sculpture, there are blue dragons, green dragons and black dragons each, struggling violently in the bondage of chains and instruments of torture.

"Don't worry about their lives." The freed Red Dragon said coldly to the people who stopped, "Swafnir is coming soon, and this place will soon become a hell of frost and flames. Better run for your life."

There was a very brief struggle in Lancelot's heart.The life and death of those female dragons really has nothing to do with me, and they are all colored dragons with inherent evil tendencies; as cultivators, the small bamboo slips repeatedly emphasize that monks must have a heart as hard as steel, and they don't need to be judged by mortals. The rules and regulations in the society, the constraints of the three principles and five constant principles, as long as you stick to your own heart.

In other words, not only is there no practical benefit to saving those female dragons, but there is a risk of his own downfall. According to the standards of a cultivator, he should turn around and leave without hesitation, but Lancelot couldn't do it. behave like that.He received a knightly education from an early age, which required him to be kind to the weak, defy the powerful, fight to protect the defenseless, and lend a helping hand to a lady in trouble.

Although strictly speaking, the female dragon does not seem to meet the definition of "lady", but after coming to the abyss, many definitions have new connotations, and the chivalry, which was originally regarded as a moral compass, often seems stale, outdated, and Out of season.But deep down in his heart, Lancelot still believes in the core of chivalry: no matter what kind of environment he is in or what difficulties he faces, he should stick to his sense of justice and not violate his conscience.

If it is said that a cultivator should not be bound by the worldly morality, as long as he sticks to his own heart, then let chivalry become his heart!

"You go first!" Lancelot turned around sharply, and ran towards the nearest big pit, "Wait for me in the passage!"

The partners couldn't help being stunned. There seemed to be an inexplicable power in the back of the human knight, which ignited a flame called 'hero' deep in their hearts.However, the flame was immediately extinguished by the sudden threat, and a figure twice as big as the adult white dragon just now appeared in the gap at the top of the dragon's lair.Swafnir, the steed of the Prince of Wrath, has finally returned to his lair, though it has taken longer than the last time.

It immediately saw the body of its own son at the bottom of the lair, and opened its mouth to let out a roar that pierced gold and cracked stone.Everyone can clearly feel the anger contained in that roar, as if the god of death is screaming at you.Fear easily overwhelmed everyone's thinking, making them run desperately towards the steps, just wanting to get away from the furious ancient white dragon as quickly as possible.

But Lancelot resisted the terrifying majesty of the ancient white dragon. Not only did his footsteps not stop at all, but he even burst out at an astonishing speed, and rushed to the edge of the big pit where a blue dragon was locked in an instant. With a dazzling green light on, he slashed at a chain that restrained the blue dragon with all his strength.

'Damn thief! 'Swafnier's mental impact swept through every corner of the dragon's lair like a strong wind,'Go to hell! '

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