Chapter 601 Spring

Two frost giants exchanged a glance—one remained in place while the other slowly moved toward Lancelot's left side. It seemed they possessed not only a speed that other frost giants lacked but also a rarer intelligence.

Lancelot did not move, merely staring intently at his enemy directly in front. He resembled a king cobra locked onto its prey, ready to strike at any moment. This dismissive attitude had a profound effect of insult, and that was precisely what the human knight wanted. The giant who had moved to his side let out a furious roar and swung its ice battle axe fiercely at him.

The frost giant's speed, enhanced by magic, was indeed very fast. Lancelot couldn't completely move out of the path of the descending axe blade, nor did he intend to. No matter—it was a normal state during a dance, and compared to a succubus lord with a whip, this partner was really nothing.