HPDBC Chapter 314: 318 Inertia Thinking
Chapter 314: 318 Inertia Thinking
Chapter 314: Chapter 318 Inertia Thinking
Despite the demoness’s attempt to evade at the fastest speed, the blue sword aura still swept across her waist, completely severing her lower half. The demoness let out a high-pitched scream that, though merely a pain-induced whimper from being attacked, was so shrill it was unbearable, forcing Lancelot to unconsciously block his ears with True Yuan.
The others fared even worse. Those who had managed to stand up were once again knocked to the ground by the terrifying sonic wave, tightly covering their ears with both hands, missing the opportunity the Human Knight had created for a pincer attack.
The demoness’s lower half was a flowing skirt that appeared to have no legs at all, and after separating from her upper body, it quickly turned into a puff of blue smoke and dissipated. Such an injury would undoubtedly be fatal for a creature with a physical body, but it wasn’t the same for a spectral entity like the demoness, composed of energy.
Her upper body swiftly rose, burrowing into the ceiling, and disappeared once again from Lancelot’s vision; soon his Spirit Perception could no longer sense the specter. But he remained highly vigilant, ready to detect the demoness the moment she emerged from anywhere.
Lancelot’s attention briefly shifted to check on his companions, and to his surprise, even the skeletal Clone Well was affected by the demoness’s screech, collapsing on the ground with rolled-back eyes. Lancelot knew the guy enjoyed playing dead, but this time he wasn’t acting. Without a proper body to cover his ears, Clone Well had no choice but to endure the maddening shriek of the demoness.
Little Isha wasn’t affected at all. Being an Undead herself, she was immune to the negative energy attack in the demoness’s wail, and as a vampire, her hearing range was akin to that of a bat’s. The high-frequency shriek of the demoness was just somewhat loud to her, far from unbearable.
She didn’t attempt to assist Lancelot either, knowing her Cold Iron Dagger would not inflict any harm on the demoness. But that was fine; her vampire teacher had repeatedly emphasized that a Wanderer’s greatest contribution to the team wasn’t combat, and little Isha had taken this to heart.
Thanks to her diligent training and swift reflexes, the girl quickly rushed to the dying Priest’s side, propping up his head with one hand while retrieving a healing potion previously obtained from Koula with the other.
The Wanderer’s fingers were very nimble, she opened the potion bottle’s cap without needing another hand’s assistance, then lifted the visor of the Priest’s helmet and poured the pale red liquid into Alamir’s mouth.
The Elf’s originally pale face immediately turned rosy, and he slowly opened his eyes, only to see the little vampire hastening towards Kalalin.
Alamir was certainly not afraid of death. What he feared was the inability to continue fulfilling his duty, to let more lives understand the greatness of love. From the Succubus Paladin, he had witnessed the true power of love, giving him some ideas. The humiliating times he had endured in the Succubus Palace might not have been meaningless after all.
After coming back from the instant fortress, Alamir found his mission in the Abyss: to replicate the miracle of Elothysia, whether by himself or by his companions, it didn’t matter.
While these thoughts raced through the elf’s mind, less than a second had passed. The succubus, missing her target, emitted an angry shriek, and the terrifying sound waves attacked once more.
But this time, the succubus’s shriek was immediately interrupted. Acheron had been preparing a ranger’s ritual magic since earlier. The moment the enemy appeared, he completed the final gesture required for casting.
Lancelot, who was rapidly closing in on the succubus, suddenly noticed that all sounds around him had vanished. The succubus’s dreadful scream turned into a silent, comical gaping. Based on the magical knowledge introduced to him by Kalalin, he knew this was the effect of a Silence Spell. Unlike his Soundproof Barrier that only blocked the transmission of sound, within the range of the Silence Spell no sound could be produced at all, so there was no chance of being ‘burst’ by powerful sound energy.
Within the Silence Spell’s range, any spell that required incantations or prayers could not be cast, meaning Kalalin and Alamir were affected as well. But amidst the succubus’s piercing screams, nobody could maintain the concentration needed for casting spells, so it didn’t make much of a difference.
This had no effect whatsoever on Lancelot. His speed instantly increased by a third, leaving afterimages behind him. Frostslash, emanating a cyan Sword Aura, thundered towards the enemy, stabbing straight into the succubus’s chest!
But the empty sensation in his hands made his face change color; Lancelot realized that, like Bruto and due to instinctual thinking, he had made a terrible mistake.
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