Chapter 226: Chapter 220 Madness Stance

The latter half of the monster was even more twisted, its normal skull had disappeared, and the swollen, pale-purple brain tissue was directly exposed to the air, looking like an overinflated balloon, somewhat akin to the abdomen of a queen ant. Where its neck should have been was a large mass of intertwined intestines of varying thickness, and four taut metal chains extended from its chin and the roots of its ears, anchoring the beast to the ground like ship anchors.

“What in the world is thi…”

Alamir’s cry caught in his throat as a flood-like psychic assault overwhelmed his mind. The monster’s form was so twisted that merely seeing it imposed a tremendous strain on the sanity of any mortal.

The hall already contained many blazing torches. The monster must have retracted its Eye of Sarezdon, which could absorb light, allowing its blasphemous shape to fully present itself before the unsuspecting crowd.

Lancelot felt a strange and twisted thought emerge in his mind, as if a persuasive voice was whispering in his ear that this was the most perfect life form in the Multiverse, and serving such a creature was the ultimate honor, that it was his rightful master…

This voice continuously echoed in his mind, almost suppressing Lancelot’s own thoughts, but there was something in his brain that did not belong to this Multiverse, a small bamboo strip left by Han Tian Zun.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the bamboo strip seemed to detect these malevolent thoughts intruding, and defensively burst forth with dazzling blue light, enveloping Lancelot’s small Sea of Consciousness, driving away all external spiritual powers, and bringing his consciousness back to clarity instantly.

But his teammates weren’t so lucky. Bruto stood agape, completely unaware that drool had reached his beard; Kalalin’s eyes were filled with madness, muttering indecipherable whispers; the Halfling, Elves, and young Vampire were walking forward unconsciously, as if to offer themselves as sacrifices to the twisted entity before them.

Apart from Lancelot, only Elothysia and Cromwell resisted the psychic assault of this madness stance. It was unclear what the state of the skeleton was, but the Succubus was likely unaffected because, as a member of the Tanali Demon Race, most of her life was spent in the Abyss, and the features that were highly impactful to mortals seemed nothing unusual to her.

Yet besides resisting the mental corruption herself, she was also a Paladin. Elothysia immediately activated her Guardian Halo, infusing her companions’ minds with strong spiritual power. Bruto immediately closed his mouth, clarity returned to Kalalin’s eyes, and the rest of their unconsciously advancing friends also halted their steps.

“Nice try, you freak! How dare you twist my sense of aesthetics!” As soon as he regained his senses, Bruto burst out furiously, “Take this, from your Dwarf ancestor’s Warhammer!”

The Dwarf hurled his Warhammer straight at the monster’s face, but due to the distance, a metal chain from the monster’s left ear promptly rose from the ground and, like a whip, lashed out swiftly, sending the Warhammer flying to the side.

And this monster was not their only enemy. Seeing the invader escape its control, the giant monster opened its huge mouth and emitted a silent scream. Suddenly, shouts of killing erupted all around, and Lancelot turned his head to see mutated demons charging at them from all directions.

These demon minions had apparently been lurking in the corners of the hall, and the presence of the monster ahead was so overwhelming that Lancelot had failed to notice them earlier. Some of the demons he recognized, such as the mutated Flomos and Margos, while others were more ‘primitive’, purely masses of flesh bristling with mouths.

The enemy number was too great, and Lancelot had to make a decision for his next move. The biggest threat from the monster in front seemed to be its mental control ability, which was almost completely countered by the Guardian Halo of the Succubus Paladin. Besides that, the monster’s metal chains were also a threat, but they were still over fifty feet away from them, which was beyond the length of the chains.

For now, these surging minions were the immediate problem to address. True Qi burst from his Dantian, flowing through his entire network of Meridians. Lancelot, with a blur of an afterimage, darted past one demon minion after another. The blue light of his sword flashed repeatedly, blood and severed limbs splashed continuously, and behind him lay a trail of shattered corpses.

But there were simply too many enemies. Lancelot had fought with all his might, yet the number of demons seemed endless. He couldn’t kill them as fast as they surged forward, and soon, they were surrounded.

“For the glory of Shuni!”

The Priest, who had been kneeling and praying silently, suddenly stood up. He raised his shield emblazoned with the emblem of the Lady of Flame, from which a brilliant golden light surged forth. The light rose into the air, forming a vague humanoid silhouette, but the longsword and shield in the silhouette’s hands, also marked with the emblem of Shuni, were distinctly visible as if they were tangible.

The longsword in the hands of the silhouette emitted a scorching light, and demons close by immediately caught transparent flames and screamed as they were reduced to ashes. The pressure on the group decreased dramatically, allowing Kalalin to activate the Magic Scroll in his hand undisturbed. He summoned a vast quantity of thick white spiderwebs to restrict the enemies’ movement.

“Well done!” Bruto shouted in approval, throwing his hammer once again. It struck the head of a trapped enemy squarely, smashing it into a pulp. The Dwarf loved the Scholar’s spiderweb technique; the trapped enemies were like motionless targets, while his hammer always returned to his hand.

The others also vigorously attacked the restrained enemies with their long-range skills, with Cromwell leaving the most impressive mark. Since the enemies could not move due to being entangled in webs, the skull would fly up to their faces, open its mouth, and spit out a thick white Long Spear. This was none other than the tail of the Bone Demon they had encountered at Oasis Fort, which had been chopped off from the demon’s behind with the Great Sword Glacier across a giant rock by Lancelot.

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This Long Spear, made from the Demon’s body, seemed to carry a special power. The bodies of the demons were like paper in its presence, easily pierced through, creating transparent holes. The skull laughed heartily, though the laughter sounded quite unpleasant with its mouth stuffed.

Seeing that his companions had gained control of the situation, Lancelot turned his head to face the real culprit of all these troubles, the giant floating head not far away.

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