Chapter 228: Chapter 222: Falling into a Deep Pit

The young Dwarf lay on the ground, still retching uncontrollably, temporarily incapacitated, but at least not in mortal danger. Lancelot, seeing this, also let out a sigh of relief and focused on dealing with the troublesome enemy before him.

He had gradually adapted to the opponent’s erratic attack pattern and had started to grasp some of its rules. Lancelot was sure that the enemy in front of him, despite possessing the body of a Dark Guardian, had little to do with Enrique anymore. Although the opponent had a flexible and strong tentacle arm, they always swung their Great Sword along the shortest path, with the greatest strength. If it were that skillful soul controlling the body, they would never make such brute-like attacks.

Moreover, once the pattern of attack was understood by someone, it was not far from the end of their downfall.

Lancelot’s defense became more and more relaxed, and the margin between each of his movements grew larger. Finally, he took a slight risk. His right hand’s Glacier met the opponent’s Great Sword, and instead of blocking, he chose to deflect. If Enrique had still retained his original standard, it would have been easy for the opponent to make Lancelot pay a heavy price for such a rash move.

But Lancelot’s gamble paid off. The enemy’s forcefully cleaved weapon struck the slanted blade of his sword, then glided along the sword’s spine, eventually getting caught on the protective blade above the Glacier Sword Grid; meanwhile, Lancelot’s left hand, holding Frostslash, took the opportunity to swing towards the opponent’s side.

This strike, seemingly off target, actually aimed straight at the enemy’s underlying spider-like claws. The invisible Sword Aura easily cut through three slender claws, and Enrique’s body immediately lost its balance. Like a crab with half of its legs broken, it collapsed to the ground.

The previously even match was broken, and it quickly transformed into a one-sided situation. Lancelot seized the short moment when the opponent lost balance, and Glacier, like thundering lightning, cleaved down, cutting off both Enrique’s left tentacle and the remaining claws in one stroke.

A shrill scream came from within the Dark Guardian’s Helmet, a sound filled with pain that could scare the Soul out of any mortal’s body. But his body seemed not to feel the pain, as the right tentacle, coiling with the Great Sword, came chopping at Lancelot again.

However, the inability to move greatly limited his threat range. The Human Knight simply dodged the enemy’s attack with a sidestep, and while the two tentacles tried to twist back like snakes to continue their assault, Lancelot’s Frostslash had already landed on the opponent’s shoulder.

With two snapping sounds, the thick tentacles, covered with suckers, heavily thudded to the ground, still crazily twitching like earthworms on a hot pan. And at that moment, the body that once belonged to Enrique also fell, all limbs severed, with only its head still attached.

Lancelot turned his head, staring intently at the giant head floating in midair not far away. The monster’s most crucial self-defense mechanism–spiritual pollution–he was not afraid of at all, and whether it was the metal chains like tentacles surrounding the monster, or the bile being sprayed from the tangled intestines below, Lancelot was confident he could dodge them all.

Now there was nothing that could stop him from turning that monster into a pile of mush, and if that monster’s brain wasn’t hollow, it could figure this out as well.

Suddenly, the light in the environment around everyone vanished, and darkness once again enveloped everyone. Lancelot inwardly cursed, realizing the monster wasn’t stupid. Seeing its best warrior defeated by the Human Knight, it had once again summoned the Eye of Sarizdon, and Lancelot guessed the monster was perhaps planning to use the miraculous light-absorbing effect to escape in the chaos.

Despite everyone either being naturally endowed or having acquired dark vision through potions and Magic, switching between the two types of vision took time. The sudden shift from light to darkness still temporarily blinded them all.

But there was one exception.

While engaging with the Dark Guardian, Lancelot had been constantly enhancing his sight with True Qi to capture the enemy’s elusive and swift movements; thus, the abrupt descent into darkness did not rob him of his vision.

Lancelot naturally would not allow the monster to escape. Just as he was about to exert force to charge at the enemy, he found that his feet had suddenly lost their strength. Glancing down, he saw the ground rapidly liquifying, and everyone was quickly sinking. The creature could actually use the power of the Eye of Sarezdon to alter the surrounding geography!

Two options lay before the Human Knight. He could swiftly pull out the Transforming Ring from his Dimensional Bag and slip it on, relying on the wings of the transformed Succubus to fly into the air, but that would inevitably leave his companions doomed.

So without the slightest hesitation, Lancelot chose the other option. True Qi burst forth from the acupoints in his feet, exploding into a wave of mud, propelling him into a leap into the midst of his companions. He formed a spell with his hands, and countless vines drilled out from the ground, attempting to latch onto and pull up his sinking comrades.

But such attempts were unsuccessful; the liquid area continued to expand, and the roots of those vines turned swamp-like, unable to bear any pulling force.

The floor, originally made of solid rock, had turned almost as thin as ordinary water in just a few heartbeats. But worse was to come–the liquified rock, along with the people engulfed within, began to free fall.

The chamber was hollow underneath!

And this was the monster’s true means of self-preservation: a bottomless pit trap. By liquifying the entire floor slab, invaders would fall in without time to struggle. Then, by pouring in a large amount of rock and dirt, the victims would be buried alive.

True Qi surged unrestrained from Lancelot’s Dantian, following a mysterious trajectory through his Meridians, then projected through the spells in his hands, summoning a great number of vines. But as the walls of the deep pit trap were also rapidly liquifying, dragging everyone down with them, those rootless vines were powerless against the waterfall-like force of descent.

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He truly regretted it now. In the past, he had preferred to cultivate the close-combat techniques in the bamboo scrolls and was not very interested in magic-like Immortal Laws and Taoist techniques. Now, facing these supernatural forces, he could only rely on his rudimentary Divine Skills.

Everyone continued to plummet, finally dropping out of the liquification effect’s range, and the ‘liquid’ that had swept them up was rapidly solidifying. Lancelot could only continue to drive the spell with all his might, constantly summoning a mass of vines, like trying to stop a trebuchet-thrown boulder with a spider’s web, seemingly completely futile.

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