Chapter 392: Chapter 406: The Returning Heroes
Despite having many questions, Elgan still immediately joined the action, helping the group to identify those powerful heroes from the scroll.
The process wasn’t difficult. Those whom the Mother of Demons would bother to deal with were no ordinary characters; more often than not, it was simply a matter of pointing out those he recognized. Those newly awakened were initially confused but soon joined the ‘find people’ action, while Lancelot became the character who simply stood in place, waving the brush.
In order to save as much of the Mother of Demons’ milk as possible, he even used his True Yuan to control the amount smeared on each person as precisely as he could, but the big barrel was quickly emptied.
The last to be resurrected were three mighty Radiant Cloud Angels (Melanthan, the leader of the Aira Celestials, also a Radiant Cloud Angel). These three Aira knights, towering over ten feet tall with bronze skin and sinewy muscles, were Eskodel’s guards, previously thought to have fallen along with the consort of the Star Queen, but their situation was clearly like Quirion’s, simply sealed by the Mother of Demons.
As Lancelot had anticipated, these newly resurrected heroes were all greatly puzzled by their surroundings and showed clear hostility towards the Succubus Paladin. However, familiar faces reassured them that the situation was under control, so they did not immediately launch attacks, allowing others to explain the situation of Elothysia.
Thanks to the demon Ulgog’s building of this interrogation room exceedingly large, it still didn’t seem crowded even with over two hundred people packed inside. These naturally optimistic warriors, after their initial confusion, quickly became immersed in the joy of reuniting with old friends. Many saw friends they had thought dead for many years, each one overwhelmed with emotion; joy, excitement, and happiness—the positive feelings dispelled the originally grim atmosphere of the room.
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Seeing that no more milk was available, Lancelot nodded at Quirion, who then climbed atop a cabinet filled with various torture devices.
“Ahem! Ahem… ahem ahem!…” The old elf tried to capture everyone’s attention, but his throat-clearing evolved into an almost uncontrollable fit of violent coughing. However, when he finally calmed down, everyone focused their gaze on him.
“You should all recognize me, and you should have a rough understanding of your situation, ahem, ahem…”
“Great Elder, are you alright?”
“Speak slowly, there’s no rush, we’re all listening…”
After another bout of severe coughing, the succubus quickly stepped forward, placing her hand lightly on the back of Quirion. Holy power surged from her hands, and the old elf immediately stopped coughing. A wave of exclamations erupted from the crowd.
“Holy Healing! That’s the Holy Healing Technique!”
“My goodness, she truly is a Holy Warrior!”
“What a great miracle, a succubus who became a Holy Warrior! What more could prove that goodness will ultimately defeat evil?”
“Beautiful Holy Warrior Miss, I am from…”
“Mind your own status, will you!”
The old elf helplessly stomped on the cabinet beneath his feet, trying to calm these excited fellows down. Of the three major Celestials, the Aira Celestials were the most free-spirited and unrestrained. The protectors who had come from all corners of the Multiverse were mostly of the chaotic good alignment.
People of the lawful alignment always harbored prejudice against the chaotic alignment, considering them to be impulsive, belligerent, and unpredictable. A few even more arrogant individuals would outright call them madmen. To some extent, this accusation wasn’t completely unfounded. After all, most people wouldn’t rush into the Abyss on a whim to defend goodness.
But from another perspective, these were also the most inclusive group of the good alignment—for instance, accepting a beautiful and sincere succubus paladin. Hey, that sure sounds quite appealing!
Lancelot, feeling helpless, climbed onto the cabinet and patted the old elf’s shoulder, signaling that he would take over his position.
“Quiet down, everyone, and let’s hear what Sir Lancelot has to say!” the Great Elder Quirion shouted at the top of his lungs to the crowd, “After all, it was he who rescued you, and he brings the latest news about Androlina!”
The effect of this statement was immediate—the noisy room gradually fell silent, and all attention returned to the platform above.
“Um, before I get to the main point, let me emphasize one thing,” Lancelot pointed at Elothysia by his side, “don’t get any ideas about her, she’s already spoken for…”
“What’s the big deal! I don’t mind!”
“Is it you? If it’s you, come down here, and let’s duel for love!”
“Miss Elothysia, would you like to have one more boyfriend?”
Lancelot looked helplessly at this bunch of heroes who were arguing like a chaotic mess, thinking that apart from the lack of violence, it wasn’t so different from the tavern in Twin Bridges Town, filled with demons. These people had already become legendary heroes in the stories of Androlina, but those legends were created after they supposedly ‘died,’ idealizing their virtues and habits to some extent.
And now, the legendary heroes were back to being living people, but don’t expect them to be as flawless as they were in the stories.
“Listen to me, listen to me! Silence!!” Lancelot had to add some True Yuan to his voice, which made his volume increase several times over, “I risked great danger to steal you out of the Mother of Demons’ Living Gallery, not for you to go seducing someone else’s love!”
Perhaps because of his volume, the room finally became a bit quieter.
“Listen, you all come from different backgrounds, from different eras, but you have one common identity, protectors of Androlina, right?”
“That’s right!”
“Exactly!”
“The cute smiles of the Aira sisters, I will be the one to protect them!”
“Shut up, you pervert!”
Seeing the situation on the verge of spiraling out of control again, Lancelot had no choice but to bellow:
“Melandthan is about to be overrun!”
The room fell into an extreme silence for a moment, but the next second it became even noisier than before, tenfold. Some people were waving their arms dramatically, seeking to find out what exactly had happened; some drew their weapons, clamoring for a decisive battle with the demons; others pulled out their Crystal Balls from their pockets, hoping to clarify the situation in Androlina through prophecy-related spells.
Lancelot had never considered himself to be part of the order alignment; after all, he had been a member of the Rebel Army, risking his life to try to overthrow the tyrant’s rule. But now, he truly understood why it’s said that forces of chaotic alignment always struggle to exert their real strength…
Because they were simply too chaotic.
Fortunately, over the past period of time, Lancelot had learned to deal with the folks of the chaotic alignment: if he was facing a group of demons, he had to display his power by punching a hole in the metal floor with his fist, for example; but now he only needed to raise his voice a bit more—loud enough to overshadow everyone else’s—and that would suffice.