Chapter 470: Chapter 494: Prepare in Advance Chapter 470: Chapter 494: Prepare in Advance Three days later, in the early morning, Lancelot called on Bruto and, together with the elderly werewolf Reap, arrived in front of the secluded cold drink shop. Though the dwarf was quite interested in the taste of smoothies, the tightly closed door indicated that the owner was temporarily not interested in running his business.

Lancelot’s spirit perception clearly told him that the priest Olul was inside. He stepped forward and knocked on the door, upon which a sound of items being knocked over immediately ensued inside, followed by a small window opening in the black wooden door. A pitch-black, insect-like eye of a Quasimodo Demon appeared behind the small window, quickly shut after seeing who the visitors were.

The three waited patiently where they were, and finally, the large door of the cold drink shop opened. Standing in front of the crowd was a Tiflin Barbarian, his purple skin stretched over well-developed muscles, his nearly naked body clad only in a beast hide apron, and his head boasted a broken horn that added an element of wild attractiveness.

Lancelot felt that Mohoi’s demeanor was completely different. Gone was the depressed, decadent shopkeeper of before, replaced by a Tiflin Barbarian who had reignited hope for the future.

“You’re looking quite spirited today,” Lancelot greeted with a smile, “What happened?”

“I’ve reestablished contact with my goddess,” Mohoi smiled back at him, “Shall we set off?”

“If you are ready,” Lancelot tilted his head toward the direction of the city gate, “We have a long road ahead.”

“What are we waiting for then?” the Tiflin took out a massive backpack from behind the door, “I hope you won’t disappoint me…”
“You aren’t taking me with you?!” a shrill protest came from behind him, from a particularly skinny Quasimodo Demon, “I’m going to tear this lousy shop apart!”

“Dear, I believe you wouldn’t do that,” the Tiflin turned around, speaking calmly, “If you truly can’t resist your urge to destroy, you’d better start praying now that we don’t succeed, otherwise I’ll freeze you into a piece of unmelting ice and place you right at the entrance for everyone to see, and tell each interested customer how you ended up there…”
The door was slammed shut, marking the Quasimodo Demon’s kind of protest against its master. Lancelot and Bruto exchanged glances, shrugged simultaneously, and turned towards the south gate.

The four crossed one of the iconic stone bridges of Twin Bridges Town and entered the wilderness of the Plains of the Abyss, heading towards the mountains to the south. Lancelot summoned his majestic Nightmare warhorse, which seemed quite happy to be summoned by Lancelot again after many months, even kneeling on the ground to make it easier for the Human Knight to mount, which made Lancelot, who was originally prepared to scold it, feel somewhat let down.

Bruto naturally still ‘rode’ Lancelot’s ‘horse’. The Dwarf, familiar with the process, clambered onto the back of the Nightmare, sitting back-to-back with Lancelot. This also reflected just how strong their Nightmare was–the Dwarf was shorter than humans, but their girth was nearly twice that of humans, making their weight no less than, if not exceeding, that of humans.

Moreover, both were clad in heavy armor, fully armed, their total weight nearly reaching eight hundred pounds, yet the steps of the Nightmare remained very light, showing no signs of strain whatsoever.

Old Reap then blew a magic whistle, summoning a brown dwarf horse that looked emaciated. The horse had a large head, broad forehead, thick waist, and short legs, and although it appeared malnourished, Lancelot, with his professional eye as a knight, could tell it definitely possessed good stamina, suitable for long-duration runs.

However, the most surprising was the priest of the Goddess of Ice. Tiflin Mohoi blew an unusually large, curved horn, and the next moment, a mammoth appeared before everyone!

“They are the pets of the Goddess, summoned by us humble servants to provide services,” Mohoi patted the long-horned, hairy behemoth, which with a gentle sweep of its trunk, lifted the Tiflin priest onto its back.

“This mount of yours… really is something,” Bruto stared straight at the massive mammoth, not hiding his envy, “There seems to be a lot of space on top there, you wouldn’t mind if I squeezed in, would you?”

Before the Dwarf could finish, the Nightmares beneath them suddenly raised their front hooves high, and while heavily stomping down, briskly shook their hindquarters, throwing the unsuspecting dwarf off, who clanged onto the ground.

“I used to think there was nothing odd about you,” Lancelot helplessly looked at the dwarf struggling to get up from the ground, “I no longer think that.”

“Sorry, sorry, big black horse, this is a misunderstanding!” Bruto, without bothering to dust off the dirt on his body, hurriedly came over to make amends with the Nightmare, “I was just looking for something novel, surely you’re the impressive one!”

In the end, the Dwarf still ended up sitting behind Lancelot–the mammoth was too tall for him to climb onto. The four travelers, mounted on three creatures, headed toward the Shattered Mountain Range on the southern horizon. This route was not strange to the Human Knight; he had been there countless times with Bruto, mostly to hunt sandworms, creatures that burrowed through the mountains and fed on dirt, often found to have gemstones in their stomachs.

Of course, sometimes there were also some very bad things, reminding them that this place was part of the Abyss.

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Despite looking quite formidable, there were still some Flomos unable to resist the temptation of flesh. It couldn’t be helped, the mammoth just looked too enticing. However, these daring, humanoid vultures quickly learned how fierce their opponents were–that realization being the last thing they learned in their demonic lives.

But this time the battle was slightly different from the past: Lancelot clearly held back his strength, he didn’t unleash his sharp Qingyuan Sword Aura but fought with each dive-bombing demon one sword strike at a time. With each final strike on an enemy, he would let his weapon linger in the demon’s body just a little longer, and if someone observed very attentively, they would notice a faint red mist emerging from the demons at the moment of their death, quickly absorbing into the blade of Frostslash.

This was a Cultivation Technique Lancelot recently discovered from a small bamboo slip. In the world of spiritual cultivators, some beasts might accidentally step onto the path of cultivation by ingesting Spirit Grass or residing in areas rich in Spiritual Energy. These beasts, known as demons, would condense something called a Demon Core inside their body–a precious material extremely useful in Alchemy and Artifact Refining. Many Loose Cultivators with little backing accumulated wealth by hunting these demonic beasts to trade for various cultivation necessities.

Of course, the monsters in this world didn’t have any Demon Cores (at least as far as Lancelot was aware), and the technique he was using was called the ‘Slaughter Technique,’ essentially a method of Artifact Refining. Operating this technique while slaying demonic beasts allowed his weapon to accumulate a power known as ‘Killing Intent,’ which, over time, granted additional power when attacking similar creatures.

It was said that a Hundred Slashes was a minor achievement, a Thousand Kills a medium achievement, and Ten Thousand Slashes a major achievement. Although their next target was the Giant’s Kingdom, the most common enemies in this realm remained the demons, and Lancelot was preparing in advance.