The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 787 Not Ready Yet

All the toxic snakes on Medusa's scalp bit into that hand, injecting their venom into the tender flesh; yet, the pale hand remained unshaken, firmly covering the eyes of the snake-haired gorgon.

Lancelot charged to Medusa's front within the span of two heartbeats. When he stopped, his sword tip had already pierced her chest, followed by a horizontal slash that completely severed the gorgon's spine. The snakes instantly lost their vitality, slipping off like dehydrated octopus tentacles and leaving several round bite marks on the arm belonging to the vampire.

"Are you alright?" Lancelot kicked the headless corpse aside and steadied the young girl by her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I really need to rest now," little Isa weakly smiled at Lancelot, "I thought I was immune to the toxins..."

"You did great just now," Lancelot said as he removed a dimensional bag from his belt, "Get a good sleep, and leave the rest to us."

"Hmm..."

The vampire girl turned into a wisp of smoke and then drifted into the human knight's dimensional bag. This dimensional bag contained a small wooden box belonging to her. When she was killed by a vampire, her body was placed inside it, and it was in that wooden box she awakened as a vampire. Thus, the box was her coffin, and wherever it was, there was her grave.

All vampires were bound to their grave soil; they had to return to their coffins, crypts, or graveyards daily to rest, or else they would quickly weaken, much like sleep-deprived mortals. However, at the same time, they could also restore their life and strength by resting in their place of death.

Isa, bitten by the toxic snakes in Medusa's hair, could not be effectively healed by the elf priest's divine arts, so she needed to heal her wounds this way.

Unlike the damage caused by toxins, Medusa's petrifying gaze was a form of spell-like ability that did not directly harm the life of the target. Isa had stopped the petrification from taking effect the moment she transformed into her gaseous form. Once she reformed in the box, she immediately realized this and informed Lancelot through a mental link, asking to join the fight again.

However, the human knight asked her to wait a bit longer, as he had a better idea.

Lancelot immediately placed his hand on the hilt of his Longsword and intentionally made the sword blade rub against the floor—a warning to the newcomers as well as a reminder to his mates. Hearing the sound, everyone quickly turned around, raised their weapons and Shields, and prepared for battle.

Even Barrend picked up a broken golem's leg from the ground—Dwarfs had no taboo, and the knee end proved a suitable Hardhead Hammer.

"Did you kill the Madam?" The Elf peered at Lancelot, then at the headless female corpse on the ground, and her snake-haired, mop-like head lay dozens of feet away, "Just you guys?"

"What, you wanted to capture one alive?" Bruto replied mockingly, "You should know that's impossible, right?"

"No, just didn't expect the famous Madam could be defeated by you all," the Elf shook his head solemnly, "How did you do it?"

"That's none of your business," Lancelot responded coldly, "Now, we want to leave. Are you planning to stop us?"

"Of course not." The Elf stepped aside, pointing to Tiflin, "You saved Tory's life and helped us take down the most dangerous enemy... Thank you very much."

"She captured someone she shouldn't have." Lancelot shrugged and walked towards the exit stairs, "When we came knocking, she shouldn't have expected any less."

"We all saw what happens as a result," the Elf nodded, but as Lancelot passed by, he suddenly spoke up, "Wait a minute."

"What?"

"I think this belongs to you." The Elf picked up a longbow next to the female corpse and handed it to Lancelot, "By the way, my name is Soveris Nightwind. It's clear you all are outsiders. I suggest you leave this city immediately. If you need help, you can find me most nights, except nights like tonight, at the Wolfhead Tavern in Raventown to the east," he said.