The knight in the abyss

Chapter 3 Righteous Shots

Lancelot was anxious.As a knight, protecting the weak and helpless is his fundamental creed.

The demons also seemed to be dissatisfied with the result, the warlocks communicated with each other in confusion and eagerness, and the repression on the cowardice seemed to loosen.

Some cowardices sneaked out of the field quietly, while others focused on the creature that had just appeared.

This newcomer has no metal armor, no scales or fangs, making him an easy target to bully.

The cowards were like a group of wild dogs, baring their teeth and surrounding the man, but the white-robed youth seemed to be still in a dream, staring blankly around, not responding to the approaching threat.

A few impatient cowards even started to run, trying to taste this tender flesh before the others.

Lancelot gritted his teeth, drew his great sword, and jumped out.

The cowardly demon walking at the front had already stretched out his claws, and he was about to touch the man's body in the next second.At this moment, a dark shadow fell, and Lancelot's great sword split the daring cowardly demon in half with one blow.

It feels very good, like chopped on a fat farm pig.

Like frightened sparrows, the cowards fled to the surroundings one after another.They have become accustomed to the fact that the same kind is suddenly split in half, and they are mainly taken aback by this sudden appearance of the iron guy.

Lancelot stood beside the man with his great sword, turned his head and said:

"Stay behind me and I'll protect you!"

I saw that the young man in white robe was not nervous, and the shocking scene of splitting the body with a sword did not change his color at all, but at this moment he looked at Lancelo with interest.

Noticing Lancelot's gaze, he smiled in response.

What kind of black eyes are those!With a simple look at each other, Lancelo felt that he seemed to be seen by the other party in his heart.

He was about to continue communicating with the other party, but the sound of dense footsteps sounded again, forcing Lancelot to focus on the enemy in front of him first.

The fact that he fell from the sky just now was only a momentary thing. The demon warlocks had already reacted at this time, and they cast the spell to manipulate the cowardice again, causing the cowardice to flood towards Lancelot like a tide.

Lancelot swung the great sword, and the sword light spun back and forth above his head, causing waves of blood.

From a distance, he looked like a high-speed rotating juicer, smashing the approaching cowards.

Lancelot is not lacking in experience of being deeply involved in the enemy's formation. The great sword in his hand is very good against Cowardice's fangs and claws, and he can easily create a lot of broken limbs and minced meat.

But the number of enemies is too much, and he can only defend with all his strength, unable to push forward.

Time passed by minute by minute, with the consumption of physical strength, his sword light inevitably slowed down, and one or two claws drilled through the original airtight defense, but only in his armor. A faint scratch was left on it, and then the connection with the body was quickly cut off.

The reason why knights are strong is half because of their long-term military training, and the other half is because of these expensive armors on them.

The morale of the cowardices was finally destroyed, fear had completely overwhelmed them, and the magic of the demon warlock's mind manipulation could no longer have any effect.The collapse came so quickly, they were like shadows in the sun, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

But in the world of the abyss, no one ever expected Cowardice to win by numbers.The mission given to them by the Demon Warlock is very simple, consume the target's stamina as much as possible.

The Cowardices have done an excellent job of this.

Stopping the dancing great sword, fatigue flooded Lancelot's body.Only then did he feel that his arms were sore and swollen, and his left shoulder seemed to be slightly strained; there was a wound on the back of his right thigh, and the wound was burning with pain, and there was no armor protection there.

He glanced back at the object of his protection, the civilian in a white robe.

The other party seemed to be normal, and there was not even a single scratch on his body.He seemed to understand the situation in front of him, nodded to Lancelot, and said in a weird accent:

"Thank you."

Finally someone who can speak.It took only half a day to come to this world, but Lancelot felt that half a month had passed.

"My name is Lancelot, introduce myself or something, let's talk when we survive."

The large demon holding a giant axe is walking step by step.

The demon warlocks have retreated to the periphery at this moment, dancing strange dances like cheerleaders.

A strange light emerged from the body of this big guy, and his body became bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye. The giant axe that originally needed to be held in both hands is now suitable for holding in one hand. It seems that the demon warlocks have The main purpose of the dance is not to cheer.

To make things worse, the big guy took out another two-handed axe from behind.

Now Lancelot had to face a war monster nearly thirteen feet tall, wielding two giant axes, and smoking from his nostrils.

The monster started charging towards Lancelot, roaring in demonic language as it ran:

"Stupid mortals! How dare you destroy Orik's plan! I will bake your souls in the eternal volcano for 1 years!"

Lancelot had read a satirical novel about a guy who wanted to be a knight, and he was impressed by a passage about fighting the mill.

At the time, he couldn't help laughing and couldn't imagine what it was like to fight a windmill, but now he can understand it a little bit.

If the mill's windmill spins at [-] revolutions per minute, plus it charges at you, curses at you, and even breathes fire at you, it's a really terrifying opponent.

Lancelot's mind was spinning fast, thinking about possible solutions.

It is unrealistic to compete head-on, and he may be able to take advantage of his flexibility to deal with it; when he was holding the axe in both hands just now, his right hand was positioned higher, which means that this demon is probably right-handed, and he may be able to find a monster in his left hand. Few flaws; you have to be like a bee surrounded by flowers, look in and poke every now and then, but don't expect to kill your opponent with one hit, if you hit it, it's over...

This is Lancelot's greatest strength. No matter how powerful an enemy is, he will calmly think about countermeasures and look for opportunities for success.

Just as he was getting ready for the coming blow, he suddenly heard a word from the man behind him:

"chicken!"

what chicken?

It was the last thought before his brain struck.

I saw a green streamer fly out from the sleeve of the man behind him, and instantly circled around the rushing demon a few times, and then divided into several smaller streamers and shot towards the demon warlocks around.

The demon in front of him was still charging, but the speed of various parts of his body was not consistent.His body has been cut into countless slices, like a chip that has been pushed down, and like a pile of cards waiting for the gamblers to draw, spread out all the way on the ground along the direction of the original charge.

The demon warlocks on the periphery are also like dolls made of ice and snow, melting silently in the sun, turning into a puddle of flesh and blood on the ground.

Lancelo turned his head back in shock, just to see the green light circling around the white-robed youth, and finally the brilliance converged and flew back into the hands of the white-robed youth.

It turned out that the body of the green light was a small sword. The whole body of the sword was emerald green, like green bamboo and precious jade, and there were tiny golden threads inside, like thunder patterns.

The white-robed youth smiled slightly at Lancelot:

"Thank you for this Daoist brother, I don't know where this world is? Why am I being summoned here?"

Lancelot swallowed hard, but the first sentence he said was:

"What chicken?"

The young man in white robe smiled again when he heard the words, and explained:

"What I'm reading is the meaning of swiftness, swiftness and ferocity. I just shouted when I controlled this green bamboo flying sword to attack."

Lancelot's brain finally returned to normal operation, and he roughly figured out the current situation - the magic of the demons trying to summon a powerful existence did not fail. In fact, their summoning was very successful, but this powerful existence happened to be One, human.

He was suddenly a little uncertain, can humans really be so strong?Couldn't this be which god was summoned?What does this strange name, Daoist, mean?

But now is not the time to struggle with these, this powerful being asked a question just now, and he has not given an answer yet.

Lancelot hurriedly explained the situation here, and all the knowledge about planes, abyss, and demons he had obtained from the elves was put together.

"I can't believe that there is such a world. It's really a big world, and there are all kinds of surprises. But why do you appear here? Could it be that my human race also thrives here?"

Hearing that the other party also claimed to be a human race, Lancelo couldn't help but wonder, how did he do it?

"I do come from another world. For some reason, a portal to the abyss was opened by a group of evil guys. In order to stop the influx of demons into our world, I had to go in and destroy the portal, but at the cost of me There's no going back."

When he spoke, the white-robed youth kept staring at his eyes. Lancelo felt that his eyes were straight to the soul, and all his secrets were seen clearly.

"I see." The white-robed youth nodded. "I feel that this space has begun to reject me. I'm afraid I will soon return to my original world. It is also fate that you and I can meet again. I wonder if I can help you?"

"Can you take me out of here?" Lancelot asked hopefully.

"I'm afraid not." The white-robed youth shook his head. "Your spiritual sense is too fragile to withstand the impact of crossing the boundary wall. Even if I protect your body, it will be of no avail."

Lancelot was frustrated for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and hurriedly asked:

"Then can you teach me how to become as strong as you?"

Hearing this, the young man in white robe smiled:

"You want to cultivate in this world? Interesting, interesting! Hahahahaha..."

The laughter stopped, and the white-robed youth said solemnly:

"If you want to be like me, you have to endure loneliness, endure loneliness, be determined, and never change your original intention, can you do it?"

"It can be done!"

"Cultivation is like rowing a boat against the current. You can't relax for a moment. Every time you break through your strength, you will face a catastrophe. If you miss it a little bit, you will be hit by five thunders, and your soul will fly away. Are you willing?"

"I am willing!"

"This will be a lonely road. There is no one in this world who can help you. I can only show you the direction of the avenue. How to go depends on you to explore and try. You are destined to face countless failures. You might insist?"

"Can hold on!"

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good! If so, what's wrong with you?"

Lancelot knelt down and saluted the white-robed young man with the most solemn etiquette he knew, that of meeting the emperor.

After the ceremony, he raised his head and wanted to stand up, but saw the man put his hand on the top of his head and smiled at him, like a sigh, and like saying to himself:

"The immortal touches my top, and the hair grows!"

(End of this chapter)