Chapter 488: Chapter 512: Fierce Battle in the Cabin Chapter 488: Chapter 512: Fierce Battle in the Cabin Further away were four demons with blue-grey skin, their bodies covered in spikes. They were nervously guarding a stairway filled with barrels and crates, and only turned around in a panic upon hearing the commotion behind them, clearly having misjudged the direction from which the enemy would come.

The situation was exactly as Kalalin had described, so Lancelot didn’t hesitate for a second. Dragging Frostslash, he charged at the chain demon. The demon reacted quickly, rolling backward to create distance, but Lancelot was so fast that he reached his opponent before it could stand up and delivered a fierce upper slash.

Frostslash successfully struck the demon’s thigh, and though the chains wrapped around it served as armor, the sword blade still found a gap to cut into. Just as Lancelot thought he would sever his opponent’s leg, a huge pulling force suddenly came from behind, yanking him back and slamming him hard against the grey-white bone wall of the ship’s cabin.

In the moment he was pulled up, Lancelot saw what had ambushed him: the hook, which had been used for drawing arrays. The hook was connected to a chain, and the other end of the chain was in the demon’s hand. The chain had been left in place during the backward roll, leading to the sneak attack.

Excellent physical fitness allowed Lancelot to adjust his posture in mid-air, so the impact caused virtually no harm. Lancelot reached out and felt the spot on his back where the iron hook had hit, only to discover a cross-shaped tear in his mithril armor, looking as if it had been struck by an armor-piercing spike.

Fortunately, the armor itself had absorbed most of the kinetic energy, and the auto-activated Protective Sword Shield blocked the remaining force.

The ambush failed to achieve full success, and Lancelot didn’t rush to charge again. His main objective was still achieved; the demon’s plan to summon powerful reinforcements had been thwarted, and although the sword strike had been slight, the chain demon’s right leg seemed completely useless now, only allowing it to limp pathetically on the ground.

At that moment, two chains that had hung on the wall suddenly began to twist, these ordinary chains meant for securing cargo ‘grew’ sharp blades and barbs under the influence of Hell Magic, attacking him from both sides like venomous snakes. However, Lancelot maintained high alertness, and Frostslash struck like lightning, accurately hitting the snake-head-like hooks at the ends of the chains, sending them flying far away.

These chains, like real snakes, writhed on the ground attempting to rise again, but being made of mere iron, Lancelot in his urgency delivered another powerful blow, which had already damaged the magic on them. The chains twitched a few times and then lay completely still.

Meanwhile, Bruto and Alamir also leaped down from the hole in the ceiling. The tall and short pair each held a shield in their left hand and a hammer in their right, moving swiftly to position themselves to his left and right.

“You still have some conscience left, leaving quite a bit for us,” Bruto whispered to him, “What’s with that hole in your back? Did that guy who looks like a masochist do it?”

“I was careless and didn’t dodge,” Lancelot said, pursing his lips, “Watch out for those chains on the floor…”

“Hold on, we can talk about this!” the Chain Demon on the other side suddenly spoke out, using the pure human language, “I propose a huge treasure in exchange for your sparing my life, and I swear by the name of the Lord of Darkness, Asmodeus, that I will never harm a hair on your heads!”

“Really? How much treasure are we talking about? Does your promise of not harming us include instructing others to take action?” Lancelot shrugged, “Perhaps we should find a lawyer and discuss the details thoroughly…”

Seeing a chance to talk, the Demon slightly relaxed its expression, but Lancelot immediately charged out like a tightly wound spring, his longsword aimed directly at the enemy’s forehead.

“I knew he was going to do that,” Bruto and Alamir exchanged glances and spoke in unison, followed by a hint of a smile on their faces. For some strange reason, this created an awkward feeling between them, so they immediately charged forward, one after the other, targeting the hedgehog Demons at the back of the cabin covered in spikes.

Lancelot’s opponent obviously hadn’t let down his guard, but the Human Knight was so fast that the creature simply didn’t have time to swing its dangerous iron chains and could only activate its last, most powerful survival ability.

As all schools of swordsmanship demand, Lancelot focused intently on his target–the opponent’s face–while attacking. Suddenly, the Demon’s face, mostly wrapped in iron chains and showing only a pair of malicious eyes, turned into something else…

Albert’s face.

If anyone could be considered Lancelot’s Heart Demon, it would undoubtedly be the leader of the Rebel Army, the Knight King to whom he had once sworn fealty. He was the embodiment of Lancelot’s seemingly successful yet ultimately failed former life, that face would occasionally appear in his mind, mocking the Human Knight’s naivety and lack of worldliness.

Despite a moment of confusion, Lancelot immediately understood it was just an Illusion Technique, a psychic attack the Demon used to exploit the victim’s own psyche. However, his thrust was somewhat affected; the chain Demon managed to turn its head at the last moment, avoiding the potentially fatal strike.

As a master of swordsmanship, Lancelot handled the miss with ease. His longsword transitioned from a thrust to a slash, landing on the exposed shoulder of the Demon, followed by a fierce pull backward while a dazzling blue light flashed along the blade.

The chain Demon let out a piercing scream, for the damage inflicted by Lancelot’s sword withdrawal was so brutal that it created an alarming wound half a foot deep on its shoulder, nearly splitting half its body open. In ordinary perception, swords were mainly used for slashing and stabbing, but those who had been to battle knew just how terrifying the cutting power of a sword could be.

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On the other end of the cabin, the Dwarf and the Elf engaged with the hedgehog Demons. As Kalalin had anticipated, during their charge, the hedgehog Demons threw Fireballs at them wildly. The accuracy of the Fireballs was poor and even when they did hit, the damage wasn’t significant, but everything flammable nearby began to burn.

“Kalalin! Get to work!”

While the Dwarf shouted loudly, continuing his charge with his shield, the Scholar above the cabin responded immediately. Accompanied by intense magical fluctuations, a gust of wind carrying a cold drizzle poured in through the cracked ceiling, extinguishing all the flames inside the cabin instantly.

“Praise Magic!”

Bruto cheered loudly and accelerated abruptly, reaching an opponent and knocking over the hedgehog Demon to the ground with a powerful bash of his Shield. The Elf following behind the Dwarf quickly caught up, blocking the other Demons who were trying to help, allowing his companion behind him to deal with the fallen enemy undisturbed.