Lancelot paid no attention to the troubles he had created for the Demons and ran straight down the stairs that had just been blocked, coming to a lower layer of the castle. The stairs ended here, and Lancelot had no choice but to enter this area to look for a way to continue downward.
The scene around him made him wonder if he had already arrived at a dungeon—countless flayed corpses were hung from the low ceiling, and the wet, slippery ground was covered with thick, coagulated blood. The sight was so bloody that the mere smell in the air could drive an ordinary person to mental collapse.
"Bottomless Abyss, oh!" The skull couldn't help but speak up directly, "This place is too disgusting..."
Even for a veteran like Lancelot, it took a good while to calm his mind. Suppressing the discomfort, he carefully observed the corpses and soon discovered anomalies— there were not many mortals among them; most were Prime Demons and Coward Devils, common fodder for the Demon Legion.
