Chapter 489: Chapter 513: Goods Chapter 489: Chapter 513: Goods Thanks to their short stature, Dwarves excelled in delivering relentless strikes to fallen enemies. Bruto’s iron hammer rained down like droplets, each blow accompanied by a blood-curdling thud as it struck flesh, mimicking a blacksmith absorbed in his work. The spine devil struggled to rise, hoping its spines might offer some slight resistance to the Dwarf’s hammer blows, but Bruto, in his berserk state, paid no heed to his blood-soaked right hand, hammering away tirelessly.

While he fought with exhilarating gusto, Alamir, who was covering him, faced mounting peril. Demons encircled him from three sides, and with only a shield, the Elf Priest found it quite challenging to defend. Fortunately, he wore full plate armor, the kind with the most outstanding defense among all types, and was surrounded by a semi-transparent magic shield, forged from the power of faith. Thus, although he could not strike back effectively, the demons’ attempts to kill him progressed slowly.

After enduring dozens of claw attacks, Bruto finally shattered the spine of the spine devil he had knocked down. The Dwarf firmly planted his foot on the incapacitated demon, and his warhammer described a half-circle before crashing down on the grotesque, spiky head.

Red blood and white brain matter oozed from the cracked skull, resembling a squashed rambutan.

“Oh no…”

“Is it over?” called out Alamir without turning, upon hearing the satisfied sigh behind him, “If it’s over, come help me quickly!”

“For Moradin!”

In answer came another roar from the Dwarf. Bruto’s figure streaked past the Elf like a speeding chariot, instantly toppling another spine devil to the ground and engaging it in a melee.

Elsewhere, the battle between the Human Knight and the chain devil was reaching its peak intensity. Chains with iron hooks and blades whirled in the devil’s hands like spears, making Lancelot feel as though he was facing a phalanx of spearfighters. In the past, besides throwing things picked up from the ground, he had no better strategies, but the Lancelot of today was no longer his former self.

Frostslash danced around him, almost forming a shining metal sphere with its icy glow. Lancelot advanced with steady steps towards the chain devil. Sparks and shrill metal clangs briefly appeared, signifying yet another chain had been cut into scrap. When he reached the red-skinned demon, it had already lost all its chains and had no weapons left to oppose the Human Knight.

Desperation close at hand, the chain devil still hurled a powerful punch with its intact right arm towards Lancelot. To be fair, a chain devil’s physique and strength were comparable to the mightiest of human warriors, but to its disbelief, the Human Knight unexpectedly released his left hand from the sword’s hilt and caught the heavy punch.

“Got any more tricks?” Lancelot calmly met the devil’s gaze and asked. The yellow eyes of the chain devil shone bizarrely, attempting to invoke fear in the Human Knight’s heart, but it shattered hopelessly against his iron will, failing without question.

“Then let’s end this.”

Lancelot shook his head slightly, and with a fierce twist of his left hand, the towering chain devil instantly adopted a bowing posture. Lancelot raised Frostslash, and with a flash of cold light, the chain devil’s head thudded to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

“You do realize this won’t truly kill me, right?” Even facing imminent death, the chain devil still tried to threaten its slayer, “Demons will never forgive those who oppose them. Human Knight from Oasis Fort, I will remember you! One day, the town you protect will be reduced to ruins by the armies of the Nine Hells, and your very soul will hang on the racks of Hell!!!”

“Give it a rest.” Lancelot picked up the head, raising it to face him, “You’ll never have the chance to breach Lord Molo’s Oasis Fort…”

He waved his hand gently and tossed the demon’s head out of the porthole.

“Because I might as well tear that place down,” Lancelot thought silently to himself. He turned his head and saw the priest and the dwarf teaming up against the last enemy. Knowing they didn’t need his help, he sheathed his longsword and began cleaning up the demon bodies on the floor.

“Hey! Are you done yet?” Reap poked his head through the hole in the ceiling, “We’re getting bored up here…”

“Come down and lend a hand,” Lancelot said to the werewolf, even though the fight between the dwarf and the elves continued, “See if there’s anything valuable on these demon bodies.”

“I’m good at that.” Reap jumped down into the cabin with a sleek move, turned his head to survey the surroundings, and asked, “What’s in those wooden boxes? Have you checked them?”

“No,” Lancelot shook his head nonchalantly, “Why don’t you take a look?”

“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”

The werewolf pulled out his dagger and inserted it into the crack of the wooden box, then pried it open with a forceful twist.

“Ah, damn it…”

The cargo in the box obviously disgusted Reap, who immediately pressed the lid back down, while Lancelot let out a quiet sigh of relief. With his Spirit Perception, he had already known what was inside those boxes, but he wanted to take the opportunity to observe the werewolf’s subconscious reaction.

“What’s the matter with this?” The dwarf, finally finishing off the last enemy, came wobbling over and leaned on the box, “You missed quite the party, let me see what scared you like this… Whoa! Gag, gag, gag, gag…”

Bruto’s reaction was more intense than the werewolf’s; the boxes were filled with dried-up, salt-coated humanoid limbs, creating a viscerally shocking sight of palms, knees, and eyeballs. The normally fearless dwarf couldn’t control his strong gag reflex.

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“The so-called conscription, the final outcome must be in these boxes,” Lancelot shook his head. “Let’s throw all this into the Stygian River, it’s the last little thing we can do for the victims.”

Moments later, everyone climbed onto the deck. Alamir began reciting the long Healing Prayer, while Reap quietly explained the situation below to Kalalin. Lancelot went to the stern to negotiate with the Ferryman Demon.

“A thrilling battle, Sir,” the Ferryman Demon seemed much more respectful, “I particularly liked the part where you beheaded that demon.”

“How would you know what’s happening inside the cabin?” Lancelot asked, somewhat surprised.

“Anything that happens on a ship under our control is directly known to us,” the Ferryman Demon patted the helm in his hand, “You handed this ship over to me, remember?”