The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 458 - 482 Scroll

Chapter 458: Chapter 482: Scroll Chapter 458: Chapter 482: Scroll The scroll in the hands of the Succubus Lord exuded an uneasy feeling, perhaps it was the dark green material that brought to mind a certain detestable intelligent creature, or perhaps the magic it contained involved some dark rituals during its creation.

“What is this scroll?” Lancelot voiced everyone’s thoughts, “Where did you get it from?”

“This is an item location scroll, which I exchanged at great cost from a witch,” Tijana unfolded the scroll, revealing densely packed Arcane Runes inside, each looking like solidified blood, “It can locate the position of items related to the Cross Pickaxe, even if they are hidden under magical concealment.”

“Really?” The dwarves let out voices of surprise, Bruto in particular appeared extremely excited. For this long-lived and vengeful race, ancestral relics always held special significance, not to mention the relic of a paladin lost in the Abyss.

“Lady Tijana, that is, if a new Holy Relic is found…” The Chief Commissioner had an awkward smile on his face, “You will still let us exhibit it in the Craftsman Hall, right?”

“Perhaps,” Tijana crossed her arms, “Do you think this will motivate the dwarves to actively participate in the legion’s training?”

“Yes, certainly!” Adrick assured repeatedly, “Every Dwarf will understand that Twin Bridges Town is our home, and it is every Dwarf’s duty to defend our homeland!”

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“Good,” the Succubus Lord nodded, pleased, and with a concealed action, she winked at Lancelot, “So, let’s see what other good things the missing paladin might have left in the Abyss…”

The scroll was very long, spanning over seven feet in width when fully unfolded. Tijana laid the scroll out on the Temple floor, then placed the Cross Pickaxe, with its healing ability, onto an empty circle within the scroll. After gesturing for others to stand back at least ten feet away, the Succubus raised her right palm, claws that glinted with a cold light extended from the tips of her fingers.

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“Do not panic.”

Tijana turned to Lancelot and said. He was slightly taken aback and was about to ask a question when the Succubus fiercely plunged her sharp claw into the palm of her own left hand.

It was a vicious jab by Tijana, her claw easily piercing through the back of her own hand and then withdrawing. She let out a sharp cry of pain, suddenly kneeling to the ground; Lancelot all but teleported to Tijana’s side, extending his hand to support the self-harming Succubus, ready to channel True Yuan to heal her, but Tijana detected his intention and broke free from Lancelot’s embrace.

“Do not,” Tijana said to him in a hoarse voice, “I am fine, stand back, your mind is not yet resilient enough to withstand the shock of this spell!”

Lancelot looked deeply at Tijana, his eyes full of questions, but he didn’t say anything, steadying Tijana back to her feet before silently stepping back.

The Succubus Lord gave him a somewhat apologetic smile, then dripped her own blood onto the scroll. As soon as the blood touched the leather scroll, the runes on it lit up as if ignited, and the blood of the Succubus Lord acted like fuel dripping into flame, each drop making the runes burn even brighter.

When the seventh drop of blood fell onto the scroll, the spell it harbored finally activated. Tijana let out another painful scream, and an invisible psychic shockwave spread out from her, instantly linking everyone present to the Succubus Lord’s mind and allowing them to “see” the images in her mental world at that moment.

Lancelot first felt a strong sense of dizziness, then found a vision of a distant land appearing in his sight. It was a harsh world, where mountains and plains were all covered in white snow, and terrible blizzards raged everywhere, occasionally slicing the ground open with bottomless fissures.

As the viewpoint continued to speed forward, a gigantic fortress appeared before him. The fortress was “clamped” between two majestic mountains, and its very body was an entire glacier, a supernatural sight explainable only by magic.

On the broad platform outside the fortress entrance, a huge White Dragon lay like a watchdog. The dragon seemed to have sensed something, raising its neck and its eyes flashing with a wary and malicious glow as it looked around, but it completely failed to detect Tijana’s prying.

Lancelot felt something deep within the fortress drawing “himself” in, and his viewpoint flew towards the fortress gates as a result.

The first floor of the fortress was filled with wandering Giants, these towering humanoid creatures had ice-blue skin and snow-white beards, wearing patchwork Armor and carrying exaggeratedly large weapons. Advancing further, the icy corridors revealed a type of beast that resembled giant wild dogs with disconcerting humanoid heads. They seemed to be starving, all skin and bones, occasionally attacking each other, with the victor quickly devouring the body of its kind before others could compete for it.

Tijana’s will guided the spell to keep probing deeper into the fortress. They passed through a cavernous Throne Hall, which was empty, with neither King nor subject; then they saw bedrooms made of ice and altars cast from frozen blood, also deserted, and just gazing at these scenes made Lancelot feel bone-chilling cold.

Immediately after, they discovered a hidden staircase leading to higher levels of the fortress. The feeling of attraction coming through the psychic link grew stronger, and Tijana was almost impatient to rush her viewpoint up the stairs.

“Wow!!!!!”

The exclamations of the Dwarves echoed in Lancelot’s ears, and he himself wanted to utter the same. He found himself at the entrance to a treasure trove — a massive pile of giant gemstones, weapons and Armor radiating bright magical auras, various exquisite artifacts; even the treasury they had seen in the Succubus Palace paled in comparison to this one.

But Tijana’s attention did not linger on these dazzling treasures; everyone’s vision focused on an inconspicuous corner of the treasure room, where a large amount of equipment was piled haphazardly. The magical aura on them was not strong, seemingly being spoils of war that the owner of the treasury did not favor much.

Every person sharing this vision through the psychic connection promptly realized that a piece of Dwarf Armor neglected in this pile of ‘junk’ was the target of the spell — it was the equipment once used by Dain Frostbeard, just like the Cross Pickaxe placed on the scroll.