The knight in the abyss

Chapter 633
When the last stone tablet engraved with magic patterns was installed, the succubus lord flapped her demon wings and landed in the center of the giant stone circle.The pig-faced Necromancer flapped its disproportionately small crow wings, and sent a bone staff to Tijana's hand.Lancelot looked intently, and found that the end of the staff was a hand bone with six fingers. Even at a distance of hundreds of feet, he could feel the evil aura emanating from it.

At the same time, he also felt that someone beside him was trying to suppress his anger.The expression on the old paladin Evandel's face was almost ferocious, as if he really wanted to draw out his long sword and kill every creature around him.

Lancelot looked at this new companion with some concern, for fear that the paladin would put the thoughts in his mind into action.Fortunately, the situation he was worried about did not appear. After watching for a while, Evandel forcibly looked away and began to study the outline of the Broken Mountain Range.

"I once fought against a dark guard." Lancelot said, "Under what circumstances would a paladin become that?"

"Break your sacred oath and embrace evil with open arms." Evandel's face changed slightly, "That's what happened after you came to the abyss?"

"Well, that's right." Lancelow nodded, "At that time, I was carrying out a commission to escort another paladin who was stuck in the abyss and couldn't leave to a certain place, and the dark guard was entrusted by his demon master. Command, come and hunt down the person I want to protect."

"and after?"

"I'm standing right in front of you, isn't the answer obvious?" Lancelot shrugged, "Are you interested in hearing that man's story?"

"..."

"His name is Enrique. He used to be the greatest hero of a certain kingdom. He led the army to defeat the aggression of neighboring countries time and time again. When he realized that the king began to use his prestige to invade neighboring countries, Enrique chose to hide retreat, and live in seclusion in the forest with his wife and daughter."

"..."

"The king asked him to come out of the mountain again and again, but he was sternly rejected. The king gave up and didn't bother him anymore, at least Enrique thought so. Until one day, when he came home, he found his wife and children lying in a pool of blood. In the heart is the dagger of the neighboring royal family. Are you still listening?"

"Yes."

"Can you guess what happened next?"

"Apart from the daggers, the neighboring royal family had nothing to do with this murder."

"Did I say it too obvious? You guessed it right, it was indeed a clumsy trick, but the king was not alone behind the scenes. This murder was approved by the entire town council. Enrique collapsed when he learned the truth Now, he raised his sword and demanded a blood debt from the whole city. This is Enrique's depravity, a clichéd tale of betrayal, murder and revenge."

"..."

"Don't put on a straight face and think about the next few questions I'm going to ask you... Has Enrique suffered injustice? Now that it has been sanctioned by the King and Parliament, this murder is legally equivalent to the execution of a criminal Is there a difference? Is he entitled to justice on his own in this case? If the answer is yes, is there some kind of limit beyond which it means an unforgivable sin? Ultimately, the so-called limit... Who decides, the gods? Or the paladins themselves?"

The old paladin remained silent, but his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, like a dagger protruding from behind a cloak in a dark alley.

"I hope these questions can shed some light on your plight, but until then, it's best not to act rashly." Lancelot turned his head, "Oh, look, the Lord is finally here."

Under the watchful eyes of more than [-] pairs of eyes from five legions (if you don’t count the Shuangqiao guards on the city wall), a huge magic vortex appeared in Stonehenge, and there were strange and evil calls in the strong wind. It is the painful scream of the tortured, and it is also like the fanatical prayer of the cultist.The succubus lord had already returned to the top of the city of Shuangqiao Town, while the white bone staff remained where it was, and the hand bone at the top was continuously shooting dazzling lightning around.

In Lancelot's spiritual induction, the energy contained in the vortex became stronger and stronger, and under the influence of those stone tablets engraved with mysterious patterns, it tore the surrounding space in a special way.Not only him, almost everyone felt an inexplicable pressure, and the crowd retreated one after another.

At the height of the pressure, some invisible barrier shattered.A huge portal with irregular edges appeared out of nowhere.Through that space crack, Lancelot saw a world with a blue and white sun, and a huge palace composed of many ivory towers.On the square in front of the palace, there is an army of demons that can't be seen at a glance, as well as three huge and astonishing Balrog generals.

However, everyone's eyes were attracted by the ordinary figure with dark skin in the front.There were several pairs of small devil horns on the top of the man's head, shaped like a crown, and his naked body had graceful muscle lines, exuding a special dark charm.In many respects, he is indeed very human-like, but the beast-like lower limbs and the palm with six fingers reveal his true identity——'Black Lord' Grazter, the 45th, The lord of the 46th and 47th floors, one of the most powerful challengers of the devil's supreme title 'Prince of Demons'.

Lord Wu'an slowly raised the flame-shaped giant sword in his hand, pointing at the space crack in front of him, and the originally calm demon group behind him immediately began to surge, like the sea surface blown by a strong wind.

Soon, the first demon passed through the portal and set foot on the dry, dusty ground of the Plain of Myriad Abyss.This is a Barlow Balrog wearing black lath armor, almost twice the height of Lancelot, with the typical crimson skin of Balrog.What made people concerned was that the bat wings behind it were actually broken, and the wing membrane was corroded by some kind of strong acid, which obviously couldn't be healed even with the supernatural recovery ability of the devil.

As if to respond to other people's doubts, the Balrog fluttered his wings and flew directly into the sky. It seemed that the injured wings did not affect its flying ability at all.Behind him, countless cowards poured out of the portal like a flood that broke a bank, and there were bigger demon figures mixed in from time to time.

The Balrog circled in the air, and finally flew towards Lancelow's position.Lancelot was startled, what's going on?Has my name already reached the ears of a boss of this level?Or was his ability to transform into a Balrog discovered by the opponent?What to do, I'm so nervous, should I transform immediately and stabilize the scene first?
Facts have proved that Lancelot is completely self-indulgent.The six-armed snake demon in front of him stepped forward to meet him, bowed to salute the Balrog general in black armor, and said respectfully:
"Greetings to you, Master Barbosh, I never expected to be able to fight under your command again."

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