The knight in the abyss

Chapter 90 Alamiel
"This is our best suite." Daryl pushed open the door and led the three of them into the bedroom full of mirrors, slings and soft beds.

Karalin and Pluto walked in first, looking at the various facilities in the room with red faces, and wisely did not make any comments.

When Lancelot was about to enter, Daryl quietly pulled him.

"Your two sisters seem to be a little restrained." Daryl's words made Lancelot murderous, and he was about to use the Qingyun Sword Art to release the sword energy, but the next sentence of the succubus maid dismissed him. doubt.

"They won't be the first time, will they?" Daryl said with a wicked smile on his face, "The first time is always great, especially with our head card, who is a priest of a true passionate lady, nothing better than He's a better fit."

"That couldn't be better," Lancelot said vaguely. "Where is he?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of iron chains rubbing against each other, and another succubus appeared with an elf in a robe.The elf looked very young, with the delicate face of elves, pointy ears, pale to almost bluish skin, and pale blond hair.

Unlike other tamed males, this elf wore a mithril collar around his neck, with a thick iron chain attached to the collar. The other end of the chain was held in the hand of the succubus who led him. It made him look more like a slave.

He had two emerald eyes, which were full of despair and helplessness, but after seeing Lancelot, he was slightly stunned, and then suddenly a fire of hope ignited.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Alamir, and he is yours." The succubus who led him waved his wings slightly and hung the other end of the chain on a hook at the top of the room.

The chain is not long, and if the elf remains standing, it can only move within a range of about four or five feet.

"Just in case, after all, this is a real priest." Daryl grinned at Lancelot and smiled. "And it's more exciting, isn't it?"

"Very good, I think these should be enough." Lancelot took out a few gems, "We hope that the next time will not be disturbed. If we have played enough, we will leave, you will come and clean up in three hours. Just fine."

"No problem, I wish you a good time." Daryl almost snatched the gems from Lancelot, led another succubus maid to a salute, turned and exited the room, and put the room The door closed tightly.

The room fell silent, Lancelot silently pinched a magic formula, and an invisible energy field enveloped the room, completely isolating the sound inside and outside the room.

"Are you here to save me? A friend of the elves?"

After a brief silence, the elf slave named Aramir spoke first.He used Elvish and said it directly to Lancelot who was still standing at the door.

"No, we didn't know of your existence before." Lancelo replied naturally in Elvish, then switched back to Common, "Who are you? Why do you think I'm here to save you?"

"Oh, so, I found that you have the blessing of the elf, only high-level priests can cast this magic, I thought..." The elf shook his head in disappointment, then switched to common language and continued, "But I Guess you're not here for fun. My name is Alamir Silverleaf, a priest to Lady Love's Sune."

He turned his head sideways, revealing an emblem on the back of his neck, a beautiful human female face with thick hair.

"It is indeed the emblem of Sune." Karalin, who was quite familiar with religious knowledge, nodded, "but how could a priest of a righteous god end up in this place? Could it be that he strayed from the path of Madam Fire-haired, because he was addicted to Degraded by the pleasures of the flesh?"

"I have never strayed from the teachings of the Lady of Fire! Even after coming to this horrific place and serving those succubuses that would never be satisfied day after day, I have never let go of the goddess's demands on her priests!" The elf replied angrily, then he pointed to an empty corner of the room, and spit out a word: "Holy Flame!"

A scorching flame-like glow appeared out of thin air where he pointed, but at the same time the elf let out a painful scream and fell to the ground hesitantly.

Lancelot noticed that the collar on the elf's neck just now sent out a burst of energy, severely punishing the priest who performed the magic without authorization.

"Ahem...Although this is only the lowest level of magic tricks, it's also a magic trick, ahem..." Alamir showed a weak smile, "See, although demons and their lackeys never allow me to pray to the goddess, But I never strayed from the path of the goddess, otherwise I would not have been able to cast any magic."

"Are you all right?" Karalin stepped forward to support the painful elf and explained, "I apologize for what I said before, I'm just curious, how did you end up in this place?"

"There is a lady in the church who fell in love with the person she shouldn't fall in love with, a male succubus." Alamir said bitterly, "For this dangerous lover, she holds a meeting every ten days in the church. The banquet opened a portal leading directly to the abyss. There is no shortage of people who are good at fighting among the followers of the goddess, but no one would be ready to fight on such an occasion, and it was a complete massacre at that time."

Having said this, the elf closed his eyes sadly, as if this would make the terrible scene disappear from his mind.

"That kind of thing will never happen to us dwarves." Pluto folded his arms. "We never leave our armor and weapons out of reach."

"Ah, so you are a dwarf." Alamir nodded, "I have been guessing what will happen after you take off that beautiful ring on your hands."

The scene became a little awkward again.At this time Lancelot stepped forward and put a hand on the elf's shoulder.

Seeing the succubus approaching, Aamir instinctively felt fear, but he didn't feel hostility from Lancelot, so he obeyed and didn't dodge.

"We have to confirm your identity first, please relax."

Lancelot's consciousness entered Aamir's body through his palm, and carefully checked whether he was really an elf as he said, not a disguise made by magic like himself.

Divine magic is indeed reserved for priests, but from Tijana, he knows that there is a kind of demon that can do the same.

This terrifying demon, called the Demag, tricks a group of good-natured mortals into performing a blasphemous ritual, in which a succubus opens a portal to the deepest furnace of the abyss, then burns to ashes in supernatural heat, Reborn from the ashes as a defiance.

It goes without saying that mortals who have been deceived into performing rituals will be the targets of the terrifying pain of the Demagic's birth.

There is a view that, as demons born directly from desire, succubuses do not experience the horrific pain that other demons go through, which makes them (mostly) loose and casual, and can even be completely opposed to the faction. Lawful or good creatures have an affair, and are rare demons who prioritize pleasure over destruction.

But Defiend doesn't do that.

　A new character is here. This character has been imagined for a long time, an elf who has been 'tortured' by a succubus for ten years, a pile-driving machine with no emotions~
　　
　
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