The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 795: Chapter 806 Kalalin’s Decision

Scholars are individuals with a certain level of learning who engage in specialized academic research. To some extent, the term is almost the antonym of warrior, as they mostly lead relatively peaceful lives, and their most intense conflicts are usually just verbal, occasionally involving poison, but rarely ever armor and swords.

But for Kalalin, he had long passed too much time leading an adventurous life. Although everyone still called him a scholar out of habit, that title no longer accurately described Kalalin’s abilities, just as Lancelot was no longer merely a human knight. This spellcaster, who had once been engrossed in knowledge related to the Abyss and demons and was still under an invisibility spell, silently approached his companion trapped against the wall and whispered in a volume only the two of them could hear:

“Lancelot, Lancelot! Can you hear me?”

The human knight’s head hung low, seemingly sunk into slumber, yet his lips moved imperceptibly, and the next second, Kalalin heard the other’s somewhat weary voice in his ears.

“I can, go ahead.”

“The Dead-Eye Tyrant’s weakness is its agility. Remember the fight we had with the Giant Skull Demon?”

“Using the vines to catch it?”

“Catch it, then shake it as violently as possible. Can you do that?”

“I can.”

“Good, get ready.”

Dispel Magic is a Third Circle spell that can instantly terminate all magical effects on the target that are of the Third Circle or lower, but higher-level effects might not be terminated unless the spell is cast at a higher circle. As a scholar who had long relied on scrolls for casting spells, magic was not just an art of gestures, spells, rituals, and arcane knowledge for Kalalin, but also a rigorous discipline composed of symbols, formulas, and models. Thus, he had a deeper understanding of how to construct the high-circle version of a spell than an average wizard did.

The scholar pulled a special scroll from his backpack. Even though he was adept at cost-saving techniques in scroll-making, this scroll had still cost Kalalin over ten thousand gold coins, merely because it contained a Seventh Circle version of Dispel Magic. Despite only being able to cast Fifth Circle spells himself, Kalalin, through his profound knowledge, had forcefully deduced this Seventh Circle version and had absolute confidence in its correctness after repeated checks.

However, even though Kalalin had produced this scroll, he was incapable of casting it—the task far exceeded his casting abilities under normal circumstances, but the situation was not normal now. As soon as the Dead-Eye Tyrant appeared, Kalalin knew exactly what he should do with the spellcasting focus he had kept unused: he cast Cunning of the Fox on himself, granting him an advantage in all intelligence-based mental activities. Coupled with the blessing art bestowed by the elf priest before the battle began, Kalalin indeed briefly possessed the ability to cast Seventh Circle magic, but only with the spell scroll he had created himself.

Since he was under the influence of a high-level Invisibility Spell, the Scroll Kalalin held in his hand was also invisible; even Lancelot could only sense his presence, completely unaware that the Scholar was reading the script on the scroll in preparation for casting. Once the reading was completed, the casting process was so swift that it took less than the time for two breaths. Suddenly, a dark red Magic Aura of the Protection System enveloped Lancelot. In the next second, all the magical effects that had incapacitated the Human Knight dissipated as if they were leaves blown away by a fierce wind, as though they had never existed on the treetops.

The Dead-Eye Tyrant, reveling in its killings, grabbed Bruto with the deep red beam that had pushed Lancelot away, swinging the Dwarf back and forth like the head of a Meteor Hammer, wildly venting its destructive desires. The others were either barely alive, unconscious, or so weakened they couldn’t stand up under the weight of their armor. The only one still struggling was little Isha, but her elusive movement technique was utterly useless in front of the Dead-Eye Tyrant — each floating point of light around its body had once been an eye of the Dead-Eye Tyrant, giving it a 360-degree field of vision, impervious to her stealth attacks.

Despite this, the monster’s field of vision still had one small blind spot, which was right beneath its body.

The moment Lancelot was freed from the magical effects, the monster noticed the anomaly here. The Dead-Eye Tyrant violently turned around, firing three consecutive ocular beams towards the position of the Human Knight, who had already dashed forward, moving as fast as a phantom, leaving all three beams trailing behind him.

While running, Lancelot formed a Seal Gesture. The stone tiles on the floor of this room were rather thick, causing a slight delay. Normally, had there been an eye of the Dead-Eye Tyrant focusing on the ground beneath itself, it might have noticed something unusual. Under normal circumstances, it indeed would do so, but in the midst of being attacked by so many, it had all its auxiliary eyes launch attacks, thus neglecting to watch its own position.

The heavy marble floor tiles were violently lifted, and a massive vine as thick and branched as an oak tree burst from the ground, fiercely clawing upwards. The bulky Giant Floating One-Eyed Skull couldn’t dodge at all and was ‘caught’ by the vine. Maintaining his high speed, the True Yuan in Lancelot’s Dantian burst forth again, instantly causing the vines to extend and inflate like inflated balloons, tightly entangling the Dead-Eye Tyrant.

Meanwhile, Bruto, freed from the control of the beams, crashed heavily onto the ground but the resilient Dwarf quickly jumped up. The next second, he saw a shadow on the ground – it was his father, Barrend, who had been hit by several beams while trying to rescue Bruto and was now lying there, life hanging in the balance.

“Aaaaaah!!!!!”

The Dwarf let out a furious roar, the power of the Titan’s Blood inside him activated instantly, causing his body to swell dramatically. He took two steps in three, rushed to the base of the vine, and hugged it, then began shaking it with all his might, looking like a bear trying to shake a beehive off a tree branch.

The Dead-Eye Tyrant randomly fired beams around, looking quite dangerous, but they all hit the ceiling and the walls. However, in a little while, it might come up with some other emergency countermeasure, so Lancelot pulled out his two most powerful weapons, ready to completely finish off this monster.

“Hey, is it finally our turn to enter the fray?” a refined male voice resonated in the room, “But why did you switch me to the left hand? I came first…”

“Shut up. Because she is longer than you.”