Lancelot ignored the dull thud of a bludgeon against flesh and the scraping of claws on armor behind him. He wrapped his palm with True Yuan and focused on searching the bloody, mangled corpse of the Demon.
Soon, he found what he was looking for. From the Demon's digestive tract, filled with corrosive mucus, Lancelot extracted several fragments of parchment, their contents barely legible.
With a rhythmic clanging, reminiscent of forging iron, accompanied by the Dwarf's exertion grunts: clang, clang, clang, splash. Then the noise stopped. Lancelot turned to see another Berserk Demon lying quietly on the ground, its head shattered like a watermelon dropped from a height, while Bruto contentedly put away his hammer.
