The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 568 - 592 Blessings

Chapter 568: Chapter 592: Blessings Chapter 568: Chapter 592: Blessings “I don’t think that’s possible,” Lancelot silently rebutted in his heart, “She fled the moment she saw me, that certainly didn’t leave a good impression on her.”

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Tijana was not on her own initiative, sensing the terrifying presence of the demi-goddess; Lancelot immediately called the Succubus Lord for help. In Gjollgard Fortress, the released aura of the Frost Giant god’s brother was not much stronger than a charming demon’s, but the presence of this demi-goddess before him had exceeded his sensory limit. Only a few big shots like Tijana, Cang Ye, and the anonymous figure in the Flame Demon state have given him this sense before.

Uncertain of the newcomer’s intentions, Lancelot decisively called for external assistance; Tijana had already locked on his position and could teleport over immediately if anything went awry. However, Nakala didn’t seem to be looking for trouble, which slightly eased Lancelot’s mind.

“The reason for my visit… Mainly, I was curious to see who exactly it was that saved Qiao,” Nakala smiled faintly once again, “To be honest, when the Prophecy Spell pointed to a human, I thought my spell had failed…”

“She just wants to sleep with you, that slutty whore,” Tijana’s voice, gritting teeth, rang out once more in Lancelot’s heart, “Just watch, in a bit she’ll ask you what reward you want, say that you can ask for anything, and then provocatively squeeze her own breasts. I guarantee they’re no different from stone, maybe even harder… Stop staring now!”

“Nothing’s going to happen between her and I,” Lancelot soothed the irritable Succubus through their psychic connection while addressing the demi-goddess before him, “As you can see, there’s nothing special about me, I’m just an ordinary knight…”

“An ordinary knight wouldn’t just take one of my mother’s Holy Relics and run off to the Iron Ice Plains,” Nakala waved her hand, conjuring a chair made of ice from thin air and sat down as if she owned the place, “Let me be direct, the way you acquired that necklace… It might not have been proper. I suggest you return it to me, holding onto that necklace will do you no good.”

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“That’s really a misunderstanding,” Lancelot spread his hands, “I was merely seeking ways to combat the severe cold from a priest of the frost maidens, named Mohoi, may his soul rest in your mother’s Divine Kingdom… To put it simply, he claimed he had lost the Goddess’s trust and wouldn’t be able to help me unless I stirred up a blizzard in the Plains of the Abyss to please your mother.”

“Let me guess, you succeeded?”

“It took quite a bit of effort, but yes,” Lancelot nodded, ” The first layer of the Abyss now has an extra snow mountain, and all witnesses believe it was Olul displaying His might…”

“Hmph, I’ll send a couple dozen Fireburn Demons up later to melt that stupid snow,” Tijana said grumpily in Lancelot’s heart.

“But for some reason, your mother made Her presence known through Mohoi’s body, and then… a fight broke out. I hope you can understand, we really don’t have much experience communicating with the divine,” Lancelot spread his hands again, “But as I said, all we wanted was to seek help, not to be frozen into ice blocks by the Iron Ice Plain’s cold winds.”

“I can solve that problem for you right now,” the blue-haired demi-goddess drew a glowing snowflake emblem in the air with her hand, then pushed it toward everyone while speaking with a smile, “Even though my mother is the God of Winter, I can borrow a bit of her power…”

A mysterious magical effect enveloped the companions; they initially felt extremely cold, as if standing naked in the snow, followed by a burst of heat, much like jumping into a bubbling hot spring. In an indescribable experience, everyone knew they had gained permanent resistance to the cold, and low temperatures would no longer make them fall ill.

But Lancelot did not accept this offering, largely because he did not need it. As a Cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, his physical body could fully withstand the severe cold that ordinary people could not bear; moreover, he did not understand how Divine Power operated—whether it was Titan’s Blood, Abyssal Spiritual Qi, or even gifts from the King of Flame Demons, all were essentially energy that could be refined and absorbed by Cultivation Techniques, but Divine Power was not the same at all. Until he could confirm whether it would negatively affect his cultivation, Lancelot dared not casually accept this completely unknown force.

“Alright, can you return the necklace to me now?” Nazaka extended her hand towards Lancelot, “You have already received my blessing, so you won’t need to perform that ceremony every week anymore. Melting ice with hands? What on earth was my mother thinking…”

Lancelot did not immediately respond but turned to look back at his companions. Knowing what he wanted to ask, they all silently nodded, and so Lancelot reached into his Dimensional Bag and took out the snowflake-shaped pendant.

‘Wait, are you really going to give this to her?’ Tijana’s dissatisfied voice rang out in the depths of Lancelot’s mind, ‘That’s a genuine Divine Artifact!’

‘A promissory note that keeps me in debt to Olul without even stating the interest rate,’ Lancelot replied with a resolute tone, ‘If it hadn’t been necessary to combat the cold before, I would have thrown it away a long time ago.’

‘As you wish,’ Tijana’s voice still sounded quite displeased.

‘Are you jealous?’ Lancelot, while handing the Divine Artifact over to the blue-haired woman in front of him, tried his best not to laugh out loud in their mental link, ‘This has a completely different meaning than the necklace I gave you.’

‘It better be,’ Tijana said through gritted teeth, ‘Hmph!’

“A wise choice.”

Nakala smiled as she took the necklace and immediately handed it over to Gertie behind her, who looked surprised and immediately put it on her neck, and Nakala, too, wore a similar necklace, appearing to be a matched set. This sight nearly confirmed the suspicion that had always lingered in Lancelot’s mind—that the rescue of Gorgiad had been Nakala’s idea from the beginning, and it was she who had used her own necklace to sense Lancelot’s location; the real Goddess of Winter might have been completely unaware of her daughter’s actions.

“I’m glad our meeting has produced some results.” The Demi-goddess gave Lancelot a somewhat suggestive smile, “There’s one more thing, Qiao will soon march on the Glacial Fortress, and both you and I are aware that the demon posing as a Giant is now imprisoned in the Nine Hells, an easy victory awaits Qiao ahead…”

“Lord Gorgiad’s strength and courage are beyond doubt,” Lancelot said, arms crossed and body slightly leaning back, “But the victory may not be as easy as you think, you must have heard the name Svafnir before.”

“Svafnir won’t be a match for Qiao,” Nakala said as if stating a simple fact, “The problem is that while Qiao is in the air fighting the ancient White Dragon, someone needs to command his troops on the ground…”