The knight in the abyss

Chapter 882 Did it succeed?
The death of the lich made Lancelot wake up from a dream. The mist in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the original impeccable thoughts began to become absurd, as if an oil painting that could be faked was actually a clumsy copy with crayons. replica.

Just as he was stunned, the Lich's body began to disintegrate, turning into pieces of fly ash like burnt wood. However, under the dark brown ashes, another figure appeared, like a star wrapped in Nuts beneath the chocolate.This is a thin, vicious human male, not much taller than little Isa, his skin is as pale as chalk, and there is a frightening madness in the dark pupils, enough to make anyone dispel the idea of ​​​​making an enemy of the owner of these eyes .

However, the person seemed dizzy, as if someone had just hit him with a sap.Just before Lancelot and little Isa had time to react to this change, the trident floating beside the human knight suddenly flew out like an arrow from the string, and the end of the halberd split open like the mouth of a poisonous snake. To the maximum, he swallowed the man in one gulp.

Only then did Lancelot react, and at the same time realized who the 'person' who had just been swallowed by the trident might be—Cyric, the Lord of Lies, but of course it wasn't the body, it was just a body that came to this place. The incarnation of Demon Realm.

He hastily grabbed the trident in his hand, and didn't even dare to probe into the weapon he created with his own hands. He just roughly sensed the state of the trident and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it.

Since Lancelot used the shadow jump to teleport directly to the center of the enemy formation, except for himself and little Isa, almost no one could see the situation here—except for the elf priest with excellent eyesight, and another divine presence present.They showed surprised expressions at the same time. Even the Crow Queen, who had guessed that this might happen, did not expect such a development.

Fortunately, the situation after Lancelot's fight with the Lich last time did not recur. The undead soldiers around him didn't seem to intend to come and besiege him, and they didn't even have that kind of instinctive hostility towards living creatures, which made him always The companions who were watching him breathed a sigh of relief.They soon realized that not only the undead soldiers around Lancelot, but all the undead creatures under the Lich's command stopped moving, and the scene became more gloomy for a while. After all, to some extent, A dead body that stands still is scarier than one that moves.

"Did it succeed?" Brutal asked Alamiel nervously, "It should be successful, right?"

"I guess..." The elf looked at the Raven Queen hesitantly, "What do you think, my lord?"

"I don't know." The Raven Queen replied bluntly, "If you are only asking whether the Lich has been defeated, then the answer is yes..."

As soon as the god's words fell, the entrance of the temple like a giant skull on the cliff in the distance suddenly moved, and a pale soft light radiated from one of its eyes, and the voice of the Lord of the Dead floated from it come out.

"This is not the place for you, go back to the grave!"

The soft light was pushed out slowly, the speed gradually increased, and soon swept over every standing creature present.Those undead who were almost stationary started to move again, which made everyone nervous, but these zombies and skeletons just turned around and walked in different directions, without any intention of attacking others, which made everyone feel nervous. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Woohoo!! Victory!!!"

Loud cheers sounded, but they came from another direction.The companions turned their heads and found that the arakkoa were cheering, and Soveris was among them.They have been harassing from the side just now, sharing a lot of pressure from the defenders, and it is obvious that they have a share of credit for being able to persist until now.

However, in stark contrast to the Arakkoa, the followers of the Lord of the Dead seemed much calmer—they were obviously very happy with the outcome of the battle, but they resisted the urge to cheer loudly and silently took care of the wounded comrades-in-arms, or to collect the remains of the fallen.

Lancelot and little Isa also walked back to their companions at this time. The human knight held the trident tightly, with the expression on his face as if he was carrying a snake that hadn't woken up from hibernation. .

"Your pitchfork is not bad..." the goddess said to him with great interest, "You made it yourself?"

"Uh...that's not important..." Lancelot looked at the other party with some embarrassment, "Please, if he escapes from inside, please help me..."

"Although this was not included in the agreement I reached with Kelemvor at the beginning, don't worry, since you can defeat him once, you can defeat him twice..." The Queen of the Crow smiled gracefully, "However, your Let the Lord of the Dead take care of the trouble, I think he should be free now..."

The Crow Queen turned her fingers again, creating a bright blue oval in midair, which looked very much like a portal, but the middle was hollow, as if the spell hadn't been completely completed.

"Don't worry." The Raven Queen glanced at Lancelot, "We have to wait for the master to open the door for us..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the inside of the portal lit up. The Raven Queen smiled slightly, nodded to the human knight, and signaled him to go in first.At this time, Lancelot didn't care about the chivalry that puts women first. What if the trident in his hand suddenly exploded after the other party entered, and a god who wanted to fight him desperately popped out, that would be a lot of fun. .

After passing through the portal, Lancelot stepped on the somewhat smooth stone floor of the ancient temple again, and his anxious mood settled down a little.However, the scene in front of him immediately attracted his attention. The lich who had reshaped his body was kneeling on the ground, his hands were leaned behind him by a shackle made of golden light, and Kelemvor wearing a silver mask Standing on the high platform, he stared at the other party.

"Peyton Derek, since you died believing that you were a god, you have been declared an unbeliever, so your soul will be judged by me...Based on what you did in life, I declare..."

"Wait a minute!" Kelemvor was interrupted by a voice almost screaming, and saw an old lady who was once gorgeously dressed rushing out from the steps below, "Please let him go, my lord, he Still a child, just blinded by evil!"

It was Usher Derek, mother of Peyton Derek, former queen of the land, and her husband and daughter, also Paton's victims, followed her from the steps.However, judging from the expressions on their faces, it seems that they did not intend to make the same appeal.

　I was really sleepy last night, and now it has been corrected. Thank you for this chapter tonight...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)