The knight in the abyss

Chapter 680 I Want to Eat Meat
Speaking of which, the fighting style of Tijana and her group of maids is obviously closer to that of Enreyes than that of other succubi.They rejected the hedonism pursued by the same kind, and devoted a lot of time to boring training, forcibly training the muscles capable of wearing heavy armor to fight, and the sword skills enough to survive in the abyss.

Of course, most of the succubi in Twinbridge Town can't match an Enrias, but Tijana is definitely not one of them, and as her favorite practice opponent, Lancelot has accumulated a lot of experience. There is little experience in dealing with this kind of sensitive, winged humanoid creature.

A good method is to grab any part of their body and shake it as hard as possible.

Lancelot didn't even try to reach the other leg, he knew he had to be fast enough to slam his opponent into the floor, wall, or any hard surface before the counterattack came, but Eriny, who was grabbing her ankle, But I don’t have this kind of experience anymore, and my reaction is a little slower—it’s really only a little bit, not even one-fifth of a heartbeat interval, but it’s enough to tell the winner.

Erima's beautiful body was slammed to the ground, making a crisp sound similar to a slap in the face.But this is not the end, Lancelot's waist twisted like a water wheel, threw the opponent over the head, then hit the other side of the body, and repeated this action again, as if he was a blacksmith, and Erinyes are the hammers in the hands of blacksmiths.

At the beginning, Irina wanted to raise her sword to fight back, but the repeated impacts caused her weapons to be chopped into the air. When her back hit the ground for the seventh time, she could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, letting The weapon slipped from his hand.

Lancelot didn't have the slightest intention of pity and pity. Even though the opponent had lost his weapon, he still threw the Erinite to the floor over and over again. Until a certain moment, the opponent's body completely lost its strength and was as soft as a Only when the bag was full of soybeans did he stop and lift the motionless devil upside down.

"She's not dead, is she?" Brutal's voice came from the audience, "Brother, you shouldn't miss it..."

"Of course not." Lancelot hugged the dying Erinite in his arms, turned and walked towards his companions, "Aramir, I need you to inject some life energy into her..."

"Ah, these Enrias are beautiful." The Elven Priest sighed, "Especially when you're unconscious."

"agree."

Lancelot put Irina on the seat, turned around and watched Aramir use gestures, lengthy incantations, and the shield with the emblem of Sune to summon a wave of life energy, and slowly inject it into the desire in the body of the demon.

"It took you a long time to pray this time." Brutal commented critically, "Did you mispronounce the word?"

"This is a devil after all." The elf priest looked aggrieved, "I have to explain the situation to the goddess, otherwise even if it is the simplest healing technique, if the fire-haired lady is not willing, I can't do it..."

"Are you telling me that every spell released by the priest requires the approval of the gods?" The dwarf was full of surprise, "Then... are they... busy?"

"They are gods." Aramir replied with some dumbfounding, "Of course they can do things that us mortals cannot..."

"...um...um..."

While the elves and dwarves were discussing the abilities of the gods, Irina who fell into a coma finally opened her eyes slowly.She tried to jump away like a frightened cat, only to be stopped by an injured muscle.

"You're awake." Lancelot had already caught his breath, and said in a soft tone, "Do you feel better?"

"Damn it, how could you use that method to fight?" Eriny sat up grinning, "And you're still so proficient?"

"Because I have a lot of experience." Lancelot smiled slightly, "How is it, have you satisfied your desire to fight?"

"Ah, at least I don't want to do it again in the short term." Irina rubbed her face, the area was unexpectedly not affected, which made her feel better, "Then, my second desire is …appetite!"

"Great." The dwarf whispered to the elf, "I already guessed what the third desire is."

Aramir raised an eyebrow at him covertly.

"Appetite..." Lancelot rubbed his chin, "It seems that it's almost time for dinner. Do you have any special request?"

"Of course, I want meat. And it can't be meat that bleats, barks, or meows. I want meat from intelligent creatures, the kind that beg for mercy, you know what I mean? Of course, it can't be Baatezu's meat, I haven't fallen to that level...Tana'ri's rotten meat is also not good, if you really can't find better, Tiefling's children can barely make do, at least they The meat is quite tender."

The partners looked at each other in shock, completely unable to hide the disgust on their faces.Everyone did carry some dry food in their backpacks. Of course there were a few pieces of good jerky in them, but none of them met the requirements of the devil in front of them.The only one whose expression did not change was Lancelot. He looked into the other person's eyes and asked in a deep voice:

"A piece of meat from an intelligent creature cannot be a demon. If it has the blood of a demon, it can only be a cub...Is my understanding correct?"

"One more thing, that intelligent creature must have been killed, don't even think about cutting a piece of flesh from yourself..."

"I don't have that kind of plan. Is there a requirement for the cooking method? Do you want to eat grilled, fried, boiled or steamed?"

"As you like." Erinite smiled evilly, "but the more painful the death of the prey, the better their meat tastes..."

"I see." Lancelot nodded, "Where is the kitchen?"

"Go out from where you came, the third room on the right."

"Okay." Lancelot patted his buttocks and stood up, "You won't wait long, ma'am."

"I am looking forward."

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"What an evil bitch." After leaving the gate of the arena, Brutal said indignantly, "Brother, what should we do now? Go directly across the magma moat? Or go back and beat up that Erinite again?" A meal?"

"No need." Lancelow shrugged, raised his hand and pushed open the door that Irina said, and found that there was indeed a kitchen inside, "We already have the ingredients she asked for, as long as they are cooked and brought over." Just do it."

"What are you talking about?" Brutal scratched his hairy head. "When did you kill a tiefling kid?"

"I'd never do that kind of thing!" Lancelot rolled his eyes. "Need I remind you again? What's the best barbecue you've had so far?"

"Of course I came back from the steel ice field..." The dwarf's eyes widened in surprise, "Ah! I know! White dragon meat!"

"What?" Tanya and Jing Qiqi exclaimed, "Why do you have white dragon meat?"

"Because we killed a white dragon. In fact, it happened last week." Lancelow shrugged and turned to look at the elf priest. I'll come down..."

"If Erinyes really made such a request..." Alamir put a lock of hair on his forehead behind his ears, "Then rest assured to leave it to a professional like me, making sacrifices for the team is a This is a very noble act, and the goddess will definitely support me!"

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