The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 521 - 545 No Evidence Left

Chapter 521: Chapter 545 No Evidence Left Chapter 521: Chapter 545 No Evidence Left “That’s good to hear… Wait, what did you call me?” Lancelot’s eyes widened with surprise. “What’s going on, did that negative energy pulse affect you too?”

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“Haha, big brother must have forgotten that vampires are undead creatures too, because I’m so cute,” Isa teased with a playful squeeze of her eyes. “As an undead creature without a master, of course, that pulse would affect me too.”

“Alright, my bad for not thinking it through.” Lancelot scratched his head. “How do we lift this effect, then? Command you not to see me as your master?”

“No need for that, it’s quite nice this way,” the girl waved her hand dismissively. “We should be able to establish a mind link easily now, just like Eckmond and Dingke before. Try it, big brother!”

“Oh? It has that effect too?” Lancelot was taken aback, then fixed his gaze on the girl in front of him, his consciousness immediately catching a special connection. Following that link, he called out softly in his mind, “Isa? Can you hear me talk?”

“I can!” The girl in front of him kept her lips tightly shut, but her cheerful voice echoed directly in his mind. “Now during reconnaissance, I can report directly to you, and we can coordinate with each other during battle through telepathy, this is so useful! I’ve wanted it for so long…”

“Are you sure?” Lancelot’s face showed a troubled expression. “That means I can issue orders to you at any time, forcing you to do something against your will…”

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“Big brother can ask me to do anything, no need to force me,” the girl’s eyes flickered as she turned her head to the side. “Besides… what bad intentions could you possibly have?”

Lancelot looked deeply at her, in the end saying nothing, but reached out and tousled her neatly combed hair on her head into a messy tangle, and the girl, far from getting angry, rubbed her head against his hand.

He shook his head slightly, then leaped onto a huge stone, and called out loudly to the giant zombies below who were paying tribute to it:

“In the name of the Savior of pure souls of Oasis Fort, Mogrondale, and Androlina, Master of the Quasimodo Demon King, Paladin of the Abyss… I command you…” Lancelot’s confident voice paused briefly, “spin in place!”

As soon as his words dropped, all the giant zombies began spinning around, some left to right, others right to left, creating a scene that was simultaneously comical, chaotic, and filled with an unsettling eeriness.

“It’s really embarrassing to shout out this title… Hey, why are you spinning too?” Lancelot looked helplessly at the girl in front of him, who had even assumed a dance position—with one arm straight up above her head and the other placed in front of her chest, but his command hadn’t included any of these instructions. “What did you feel when I issued the command?”

“It’s hard to explain. It’s a bit like the feeling when I haven’t had fresh blood for a long time, and Uncle Kalalin… Big brother Kalalin turns a bottle of red wine into blood and places it in front of me,” Isa stopped spinning, her expression like that of a child who wasn’t ready for bed yet being ordered by parents to sleep. “It seems I can still refuse to follow your command, but doing so gives me a tremendous… sense of loss? If those nearly mindless giant zombies felt the same way, then they absolutely couldn’t resist this almost instinctual urge.”

“I see.” Lancelot nodded, then once again spoke loudly with his voice filled with True Yuan, “That’s enough, stop spinning!”

Unexpectedly, his command did not take effect this time; the giant zombies were still going around in circles, some even losing their balance, tumbling on the ground without any sign of stopping.

“Eh, what’s going on…” Lancelot looked puzzled at little Isa, “Why didn’t my command work?”

“Seems like it didn’t work…” Little Isa thought about it while doing a quick twirl on the spot, the blissful expression on her face just like a child who had sneakily stolen a piece of meat from the plate before dinner, “Maybe, brother, you should add that long list of titles again?”

“Is that so…” Lancelot scratched his head and, with a thick face, recited the long list of titles first, before finally saying, “I command you to stop and stand by on the spot!”

Just as little Isa had said, the giant zombies immediately ceased their movements, standing there like a bunch of foolish soldiers, dumbly waiting for the next command from their commander.

“This… Do I have to recite this long list of titles every time?” Lancelot said with a wry smile, “This is just too… embarrassing.”

“Of course,” Little Isa nodded emphatically, “After all, that’s a contract carved into stone.”

“I was wrong, I should have known not to make it so long.” Lancelot covered his face and walked toward the obelisk, “It seems I’ve successfully become the new master of these undead creatures, so next are the steps that your sister Tijana specifically instructed…”

At this moment, little Isa was just following behind him, but the giant zombies did not make any moves to hinder them, suggesting they still recognized their own master.

Standing in front of the obelisk, Lancelot glanced at the dark gem on the back and regretted that the initially clear and bright gemstone had become gray and murky, like a piece of burnt coal. Despite expecting this, he still felt a pang, but the thought of exchanging a gem worth a thousand Gold Coins for the control of an undead army brought much consolation.

He pulled out a small jug from the Dimensional Bag and poured all of its contents over the obelisk. The seemingly ordinary water sizzled upon contacting the Okus emblem as if it were strong acid, swiftly corroding the skull-marked emblem away, and with it, the rich evil aura also dissipated.

The jug contained nothing other than the Holy Water provided by Alamir. Although people often mistook it as Priest Shuni’s bathwater, the two were indeed different—and what exactly the differences were, Lancelot had no interest in finding out. As long as it served the purpose of Holy Water, that was good enough.

He then drew his sword Frostslash and, with the power of the Qingyuan Sword Technique, cut the obelisk into hundreds of pieces like slicing through tofu, collecting each fragment into the Dimensional Bag. This was the special step instructed by Tijana: after the deed was done, it was essential to destroy all evidence thoroughly, leaving not even the remnants of evidence behind, preventing any potential investigator from getting started.

Although keeping the obelisk might create more zombie servants for him as fresh bodies continued to fall from above, the risks involved were far more significant than the potential benefits.

Knowing how to restrain one’s greed to maximize profit is the maxim from the centuries of experience of the Succubus Lord ruling Twin Bridges Town.