Chapter 422: Chapter 346: After the Victory

“In the name of the Queen, you are absolutely the boldest, craziest Paladin I have ever seen.”

The voice of Finier arose behind her; Elothysia turned around and saw the King Consort coming towards them with a grave expression, followed by two beautiful Aira warriors.

The graceful Aira Lord halted in front of the Succubus Paladin, giving her several complex, scrutinizing looks before taking a deep breath and bowing deeply to Elothysia.

“Not only did you bring reinforcements in time and save the garrison of Pascaler, but you also personally judged the Mother of Demons to the Court of Stars’ prison,” said Finier, his tone filled with six parts admiration, three parts awe, and one part disbelief. “I truly am very, very grateful for everything you have done. I never thought I would say this to a Tanari, but from now on, all Aira owe you a debt.”

“You are too kind.” The Succubus Paladin quickly returned the gesture, then quickly pulled the Human Knight in front of her, “It was mainly the merit of Sir Lancelot, he brought back the heroes captured by the Mother of Demons, thought of the idea to send me to the Court of Stars, and then he saved me once more… though it cost me a small section of my tail…”

“The credit belongs to every warrior who fought valiantly today; I merely did my tiny part.” Lancelot appeared much more natural, being a knight well-known for his military achievements and familiar with such situations. He looked around curiously and asked, “Where is Lady Gwenhwyfar? Why don’t I see her?”

“Her Highness Furious Whirlwind has followed Cang Ye through that portal. She will ensure that the Mother of Demons will not cause any trouble in the Court of Stars prison. Our beloved Queen has quite a score to settle with the Mother of Demons,” the King Consort said with an elegant smile. “Sir Lancelot, your humility impresses me, but everyone is clear about your contribution to this victory.”

As they conversed, the Royal Court’s airborne guards were fervently pursuing the scattered fleeing demons. This was destined to be a one-sided massacre, as the forces under Cang Ye had crossed the river to attack today, and the rushing Hofenstan River now served as a moat in the demons’ path of escape, with the benevolent Aira showing no mercy to those demons.

“It appears my task is finally accomplished.” Lancelot patted the dust off his body and nodded to the Aira King Consort, “My comrades are still waiting for me on the city walls.”

“I look forward to meeting you again at our celebration banquet tonight.” Finier bowed to Lancelot, “Please allow me to excuse myself first, as I still have thousands of demons to cleanse.”

Having said that, Finier and his attendants transformed into colorful orbs of light and flew towards the nearest group of fleeing demons.

“Let’s head back,” Lancelot turned to the Succubus Paladin, who was dazedly holding the shortened section of her tail, “Are you alright?”

At Lancelot’s words, Elothysia suddenly snapped back to reality. The familiar glow of Transformation Magic lit up, and her tail appeared whole again, but Lancelot knew it was just a magical disguise.

“Perhaps Alamir can help you with that?”

“Restoring a severed limb requires extremely powerful Divine Arts,” the Succubus said with a pained expression, releasing her tail but carefully keeping it curled upward to avoid the wound touching the ground. “Elves can only perform up to the Fourth Circle of Divine Arts now, I’m afraid he might not be able to do it…”

“The Protectors of Androlina will definitely have a way,” Lancelot shrugged. “After all, you’ve done so much for them, healing a small tail shouldn’t be a big deal, right?”

“Stop flattering me,” the brave Paladin blushed. “Both of us know who the real hero who saved Pascaler is…”

“I might have indeed brought some reinforcements to Pascaler’s defenders, but I certainly don’t have the courage to charge at the Mother of Demons,” Lancelot smiled. “Your bravery deserves all the praises. Come on, let’s hurry, or Bruto is going to jump off the city wall.”

In the following hour, the weary defenders on the walls of Pascaler watched as the royal guards of the Court of Stars completely destroyed the Demon Legion. Due to their numerical disadvantage, about thirty percent of the enemies managed to flee, but they obviously posed no threat anymore.

Most of the defenders had exhausted their strength in the previous battle and could only cheer on their allies with shouts of encouragement, but a cavalry squad of several dozen riders still joined the pursuit of the Demons, led by the friend of Martial Monk Hobinson, Pascaler’s cavalry commander, Tannis.

The companions surrounded the Succubus, curiously asking about her trip to the Court of Stars, while Lancelot watched the cavalry charging across the battlefield, imagining himself riding an Abyssal Warhorse alongside them.

But he was no longer the knight who must fight upon encountering enemies and always charge first. Since arriving in the Abyss, he often reminisced about his past experiences and pondered why Albert had made that silent decision; the stories in the Spiritual Cultivation insights had given him much to reflect upon.

The so-called insights included not only the key points of Cultivation and experiences in breaking through bottlenecks but also many aspects of the life of Cultivators, such as how to interact with fellow disciples and senior masters. It was these articles that made Lancelot realize that in the current certain victory and having already distinguished himself, it was best not to join the fight anymore, and instead, leave the opportunities for others.

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He shifted his gaze from outside the city wall back to the fortress where the surviving defenders were. The recent battle had been extremely fierce, and the situation had reached the brink of collapse at one point. Many had given their lives, and many more were severely injured. The passion of battle had sustained them until now, but with the enemies now fleeing, those badly wounded were nearing their end.

“Wait and talk later, those injured need our help,” Lancelot interrupted the conversation in a low voice. “This might be more difficult than you all think…”

He certainly wasn’t trying to scare his companions; in actual fact, the joy of victory in everyone’s hearts was completely overshadowed by the sights they saw next. The demons mostly used heavy weapons like great axes and warhammers, and occasionally their fanged mouths. Under such attacks, almost no corpses were intact, and every survivor was gravely injured, approaching their death.

“Priest, can you do something?” Bruto attempted to piece together the body of one of his kind, but couldn’t find the left half of the deceased’s head. “Let this young man stand again, just like you once did for us.”

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