"Only one at a time!" Lancelot pulled another Cold Iron Longsword from the pile of weapons on the ground and conveniently picked up a Shield, "Taking on two at once, the price doubles! You need to add another large gemstone!"
"Here you go!" Molo was already driven mad with rage, the Human Knight had just coughed up blood, and now with two attacking him together, they were determined to butcher this detestable fellow!
"Thanks!" Lancelot stuck the sword into the ground and reached out to catch the fourth mountain crystal thrown his way.
Two Berserk Demons were already charging at him, Lancelot holding the Shield, unwaveringly met them head-on.
The three bodies, sprinting at high speed, were about to collide, the two Berserk Demons' Scepters raised high above their heads, ready to smash down, but Lancelot suddenly came to a ghostly abrupt halt, catching the enemies off guard, their swings missing and striking the air.
