The Paladin in the Abyss

Lancelot certainly didn't care about that; his blood, rich in Spiritual Power, if spilled on the ground, might even sprout some heavenly treasures. It was a case of making the best of waste if his little Vampires could lick it clean. What did the bamboo slips about Spiritual Cultivation say again? "Don't let the rich water flow into others' fields."

The good news was that this seemed to be the last command that shocked him, and Lancelot had finally freed himself from the groggy state. Moreover, he had dragged on the time long enough, one by one, the Demons' Flight Spells began to fail.
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The bad news was that while he ran around like a headless fly, the enemy had already completed their encirclement. Lancelot had just taken a few steps forward when he immediately retreated.

In front of him, three Tempting Demons smirked as they walked out from behind the tree trunks, completely blocking his escape route.

Lancelot found himself in the middle of a small clearing within the dense forest, surrounded on all sides by the massive figures of Demons.

"Why aren't you running, pest?" the largest of the Tempting Demons said with an evil grin, "Why do you want to save this child? Don't you think she's a bit young for you? Or is it that you like this type, the pitiful and helpless look beneath you brings you endless pleasure? Or is it that your thing isn't much thicker than a twig, and only facing a child doesn't trigger your inferiority complex?"

"You're even more disgusting than I thought, Demon," since the opponent was not in a hurry to do anything, Lancelot was naturally willing to drag out the time a bit longer. He glanced at the Demon's crotch where there was nothing at all. "Could it be because you completely lack the equipment to do the job, so you end up being so twisted?"

"Haha, don't worry about it, when needed, I can conjure it at any time, and I assure you, it certainly can go in the bottom hole and come out the top hole, that's my signature move," the Tempting Demon said nonchalantly, causing its companions to laugh out loud.

"Now, you have two options. The first is to keep resisting, but it will be meaningless. We will capture you, torment you, torture you, and finally eat you. Which do you prefer, steamed, fried, or raw? Based on my experience, frying is the most suitable cooking method for humans; your meat is just too stinky," one of them taunted.

"The second option, you can hand over that child in your arms, and we will let you go," the expression of the Tempting Demon became full of temptation, "Not only that, we will also give you gold, gems, powerful Magic Weapons, anything you want, as long as you cooperate."

"But why would you give me a chance?" Lancelot said, a curious expression on his face. "You have me surrounded, I see no reason for you to do so."

"Ah, it's obviously for the safety of the child in your arms," the Tempting Demon admitted without hesitation, appearing quite sincere, "Look at this claw of mine, look closely at its size, do you want to feel it? It's thicker than your two legs, and I can't guarantee that I won't hurt the child while killing you."

"You're afraid to hurt her?" Lancelot hugged little Isla tighter, almost covering the girl's entire body except for her red hair. "If I hand her over to you, you'll let me go? What makes me believe you?"

"Believe me? Hahaha..." The Demons seemed to hear something extremely funny, looking at each other and laughing loudly. The leading Tempting Demon continued, "I can swear by the name of the Mother of Demons that as long as you cooperate, I will definitely keep my promise. Actually, us Tempting Demons have always had an excellent reputation for keeping our word, there's no need for such a solemn vow, you can rest assured now, right?"

"You mentioned gold too!" Lancelot showed an interested expression while he took the opportunity to survey the surroundings, sensing the position of every enemy, "I don't want to visit your lair to demand it from a demon, I want to see it now!"

"Yes, that's right, and there's also gold!" The Tempter demon reached with its smaller arm towards a pocket at its waist, and pulled out a handful of sparkling gemstones, "Although we do carry gold, take a look at these gemstones; their value is even higher. Come on, hand over the girl in your arms to me, and all this will be yours!"

The expression on Lancelot's face collapsed, accidentally revealing his true feelings. The colorful gemstones in the demon's hands looked pretty, but he had plundered several treasuries himself and had a Dwarf by his side who enjoyed categorizing gemstones; naturally, he recognized that they were just low-value stones like red agate, turquoise, or tiger's eye, each worth only about 10 gold coins. Was this guy being too dismissive?

"I heard that you demons are masters at seduction, leading mortals to their own downfall and destruction. I must say, you've disappointed me," Lancelot sighed, "Swear by the name of the Mother of Demons? How did these Aira children get trapped in this plane, charmed by the scenery here? And have you seen what I'm wearing? Take a good look with your dog eyes, demon. This is Armor made of Mithril, and those stones in your claws can't even buy half of my boot. Could it be that you're a kind of demon who has been stuck in this godforsaken place for too long, completely out of touch with the outside world?"

After Lancelot finished his tirade, he left the Tempter demon completely stunned. It had indeed been a spontaneous decision to toy with this Human Knight, 'perhaps' a bit half-hearted, but what was this situation? This mortal was looking down on him, wasn't he?

"Hahahahahaha!"

Laughter erupted from the other Tempter demons; they always enjoyed seeing a comrade embarrassed and never hid this in front of an enemy.

"Roar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The ridiculed Tempter demon let out a furious roar, "Your time of death has come, human! I will pull out your tongue and strangle you to death with it!"

"Ha, we're not planning to experience that kind of pain," Lancelot gently patted little Esha's back, then opened his palm, pinching a ceramic little bottle, "See this? It's a powerful bomb that will blast us to bits, leaving nothing behind, and we won't feel any pain at all, no matter if it's you or the Mother of Demons, none of you can torment us!"

"Not good!"

"Quick, stop him!"

"Act now!"

Cries of alarm rose one after another as demons rushed towards Lancelot, but he had already thrown the small pot at his feet, unintentionally drawing the attention of the demons, their gazes all focused on the 'bomb'.