The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 384 - 398 The Punished Succubus

Chapter 384: Chapter 398 The Punished Succubus

Lancelot mobilized some True Yuan to wrap around his boots, ensuring they would make no sound upon contact with the ground, then cautiously poked his head out and looked towards the center of the interrogation room.

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“Uh, bad news,” the skull’s voice echoed in Lancelot’s mind, “That’s not a soul-stealer fiend…”

Without Cromwell saying it, Lancelot realized that their earlier guess was completely wrong. The creature in the center of the room indeed had gigantic bat wings, but its skin was brownish-yellow, not the black that a soul-stealer fiend would possess; it had five fingers on its palms, which looked almost human despite the longer nails, but they definitely couldn’t be called claws.

Most importantly, the aura it emitted didn’t belong to Tanari, nor any Abyssal creature. Lancelot’s Spirit Perception told him, without a doubt, it was a Demon, a denizen of the Barto Hell, mortal enemy of the Demons.

Of course, he also saw the companion he had been searching for. The Succubus Paladin was hung by her hands, bound behind her, from hooks that descended from the ceiling and pierced her wings, suspending her in midair with only her tiptoes barely touching the ground. Beneath her feet was an eerie Magic Formation on the ground, with a hexagram in the center surrounded by a circle of Magic Runes that Lancelot didn’t recognize.

The Succubus’s body was covered with horrific wounds, varying in shape, evidently the Demon had already tried many kinds of torture instruments on her. Elothysia was clad only in her own blood, which made the beautiful Succubus appear extremely pitiful, while also filled with a Tao-like sense of ritual.

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“What the hell is that?” Lancelot urgently communicated his thoughts to Cromwell while rapidly surveying the surrounding terrain.

Undoubtedly, the most eye-catching feature in the room was the Magic Formation on the ground. The blood of the tortured would be swiftly absorbed by the lines and runes of the formation, emitting an eerie red glow. Around the formation, a circle of instruments of torture was arrayed to ensure the victim could experience every conceivable pain, while around the perimeter stood six sturdy columns corresponding to the six points of the hexagram in the Magic Formation. More cabinets surrounded the columns, topped with scrolls, potions, magic materials, and various other items.

The six columns might also be part of the Magic Formation, but their direct purpose was to support more weight from the ceiling. Slim and elongated iron cages were hung from hooks that dangled from the ceiling, some containing prisoners still alive, others only dry skeletons.

Some of the living prisoners could see Lancelot, but they either closed their eyes tight, covering their ears, trying to ignore the torture unfolding below; others tried bravely to confront the fate soon to be their own, yet their expressions were as though an invisible hand were squeezing their throats.

“That’s a Domineering Demon, lowest rank of the nobility in the Nine Hells, elite warrior of the Bartez Demon Clan,” Clone Well rapidly explained, “It’s known they can create an aura of Fear around themselves, and they have the ability to hurl flames at will. Be careful of its tail; it’s much sharper than it looks, and it can also be used to grasp weapons…”

As the skull transmitted thoughts to Lancelot, Elothysia let out another piercing scream. The Demon was pushing a trident spike into the Succubus’s lower abdomen, rotating it while thrusting, to create as much pain as possible.

“Oh, your screams are truly delightful, my dear,” the Demon exclaimed with a tone of pleasure, “Tormenting a tenacious Tanari life is always exceptionally satisfying, and you’re a damned Holy Warrior too. That’s truly double the pleasure. Don’t worry, the day is long, we have plenty of time…”

Just then, a gemstone hanging from its waist suddenly lit up, the brownish-yellow Demon’s expression changed, and it hurriedly put on a ring, transforming back into the guise of a Succubus, and placed the gemstone onto a special stand next to it. After tapping the gemstone lightly, a red screen of light appeared in midair. The screen grew brighter and the image of a woman, shrouded in plain cloth drapes, materialized within it.

“Ulgog, have you had your fun?” Lancelot heard the voice of the Mother of Demons for the first time, sounding like an amateur violinist practicing in a vast hall.

“Thank you for bringing her to me, my master,” the beguiling demon respectfully bowed toward the screen, “I have had much pleasure.”

“Prepare for the task at hand, the battle is about to begin.”

The Mother of Demons stepped slightly to the side to give Ulgog a clear view of what was behind her. Across a narrow river, Androlina’s forces of good and evil were at a standoff, but the Demon Legion’s numbers were five times that of the opponent. Lancelot saw the familiar Pascaler Fortress, no doubt the Martial Monk Hobinson, with red threads wound around his hand, was there.

“Where is Finier? I don’t see him,” said the demon disguised as a succubus, also observing the scene within the screen, “A Succubus Paladin is a unique sacrifice, if wasted on…”

“Shut up, Bartez, are you teaching me how to do my job?” Cang Ye interrupted Ulgog without any mercy, her voice laden with clear anger, “As the Lord of Androlina, of course, I would know if a powerful entity enters this plane. It doesn’t matter he doesn’t show up now; he will surely come out when the slaughter begins, and what you need to do is to initiate that damned ritual in time, letting the Star Queen bitch experience the pain of widowhood once more!”

“As you command! My master!” Ulgog bowed his head low, “Everything will be as you wish, my master.”

When it raised its head again, the screen had disappeared, leaving the so-called Demon General deep in thought in place.

Lancelot was secretly shocked; Cang Ye clearly knew Ulgog’s true identity, yet the Mother of Demons still chose to cooperate with it. It was all too illogical; weren’t demons and devils mortal enemies? Cang Ye, as one of the oldest Abyssal Lords, why would she accept the service of a Bartez?

Seizing the moment the devil was momentarily distracted, Lancelot sent a telepathic message to Elothysia:

“I am here.”

The naked succubus slightly lifted her head; Lancelot stealthily gestured to her, revealing his position. Ulgog seemed to misinterpret the succubus’s action, it took off the ring from its hand, reverting to its original form, and said with a mocking expression to the succubus:

“Aren’t you curious how a Bartez noble from Barto Hell ended up in the Abyss and even became a general of demons?” the devil said with a sneer, “Fate really is unpredictable, Holy Warrior.”