Chapter 225: Chapter 219: Ancient Evil Item

The enemy’s unsettling state made Lancelot feel quite uncomfortable. Enrique’s sword-wielding right hand still maintained a high level of skill, but his left hand flailed like a drunken fist, yet with the strength of a giant. This bizarre combination made Lancelot feel like he was fighting two people at once.

This was why he chose to evade rather than confront directly. When facing an unfamiliar opponent, Lancelot tended to adopt a defensive stance first, carefully observing the enemy’s movements to find possible openings. Being a master of swordsmanship, this process didn’t take long.

When Enrique swung his sword again, Lancelot advanced instead of retreating. Frostslash deflected the opponent’s weapon and his feet moved in the opposite direction, bringing his body to the right side of his opponent. The Dark Guardian tried to strike with his mutated gigantic arm but had to turn his body almost completely around, and Lancelot exploited this momentary lapse.

The Human Knight took another step, circling around the opponent’s body counterclockwise, and his weapon swung low and at an angle, viciously striking the opponent’s right ankle.

The range of Lancelot’s strike was not wide, but the power was formidable. The blade, glowing with a pale light, drove deeply into the opponent’s steel boots, nearly severing the Dark Guardian’s entire foot.

Enrique cried out in pain and leapt backward, but as he landed, he hurt his injured foot again and painfully fell to his knees.

Lancelot quickly followed up, about to strike with his sword, when his opponent suddenly looked up and said,

“Quick, kill me!”

Enrique’s sudden request caught Lancelot off guard. His voice no longer held the previous madness, and it differed from the impression he gave the previous day in the camp.

But the next moment, the eyes behind the Dark Guardian’s massive helmet blazed red, and with a bizarre cry, he switched his great sword to his left hand and charged at him as if his injured ankle felt no pain at all, moving even faster than before.

“What in the world is this?” Lancelot cursed aloud as he thrust his sword to meet his enemy.

Now that Enrique wielded the sword with his left hand, his destructive power was several times greater than before, but his skill had deteriorated to worse than a third-rate knight. As they clashed, Lancelot used his sword tip to brace against the ground, propelling his body under the opponent’s elbow. Frostslash, stuck in the ground, acted like a tripwire as the opponent’s injured ankle kicked up the glowing blade.

A grating noise of metal tearing filled the air as Enrique’s right foot completely detached from his leg, causing the towering Dark Guardian to lose his balance and crash down again.

“Good!!!”

“Big brother has finished him off!”

“Keep it up, brother!”

The onlookers relaxed their tense hearts as Lancelot gained the upper hand, each of them cheering him on. Lancelot’s movements didn’t stop for a moment; he spun around with his sword and raised Frostslash high. In mid-air, it traced the arc of a new moon, before chopping down with an unstoppable force at the base of Enrique’s mutated giant arm.

He called this move Moon Tripping Slash, the key being the tripping moment just before. If the opponent was caught, even if they weren’t injured, they would briefly lose their balance, providing the Human Knight the opportunity to deliver a powerful downward slash. This technique had helped him defeat many strong enemies in the past, and now, enhanced by the True Qi, its power was unstoppable.

The Qingyuan Sword Technique might have been slightly less effective against metallic armor, but slicing through flesh and bone, it was as smooth as a hot knife through butter. In Lancelot’s plan, this strike was supposed to sever the opponent’s thick and strange arm, but the sword blade had hardly entered a third of the way into the muscle when it struck a hard object with a clang and was repelled.

The Dark Guardian let out another strange cry. The flesh on his giant arm seemed to suddenly melt, wriggling as it dripped to the ground, soon revealing the ‘bone underneath–an imposing black metal chain. The chain’s end casting a shadow, quickly thinned and stretched, swiftly extending toward the passage behind him.

“Master! Master, I haven’t lost yet! Let me fight! Let me fight!”

Enrique’s voice was sharp, pleading, but suddenly it seemed as if someone had savagely pulled on the other end of the chain, and the room was left with only the Dark Guardian’s screams echoing.

This process was over in an instant, similar to what had happened during the Tears of Lazaka incident. Lancelot was completely unable to intervene; he could only watch helplessly as the Dark Guardian disappeared from his sight once again.

“Why do I feel like this exit strategy seems familiar?” Bruto approached, “It’s just that he was much smoother last time; at least he wasn’t sideways and didn’t scream like a pig being slaughtered.”

“This guy has slipped through my fingers three times now,” Lancelot shook the blood off his longsword, “Let’s go and see what this ‘master’ of his looks like, and whether he can still save his precious life.”

The group nodded collectively and moved forward in battle formation once more. They crossed another lengthy corridor and entered an even darker hall.

Lancelot’s Spirit Perception wildly signaled warnings, a tremendously powerful creature was ahead, but the darkness in the hall was too intense; even he couldn’t see clearly what it was. The light emanating from the weapons held by the Priest and Holy Warrior strangely stretched only in one direction like a shadow, unable to illuminate more than ten feet in the other three directions.

Undoubtedly, this was the effect of the Divine Artifact, Eye of Sarezdon, and the holder was certainly the ‘master’ referred to by the mutated demons and the Dark Guardian.

Just then, a voice suddenly resonated in everyone’s hearts, an eerie voice speaking none of their familiar languages, yet everyone immediately understood its meaning:

“Submit to me!!”

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It was an idea conveyed directly through mental telepathy, seemingly devoid of any Charm power. While Lancelot wondered how such a thing could possibly control a Fallen Paladin as powerful as Enrique, the surrounding darkness suddenly dissipated.

Approximately fifty feet in front of them, an incredibly weird figure appeared. It was a head almost as large as Hagrid Manor, floating in mid-air, its facial features distorted like melting wax, two eyes under which there was no nose but a gaping mouth as big as a door, filled with teeth like thorns.

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