our family is gone

Lance did not hesitate to use exaggerated words to explain to them the terrifying enemies in the dungeon, which could easily destroy humans not only physically but also spiritually.

The team that had been struggling to move forward due to the influence of the environment was almost breathless under the increasingly intense pressure.

But Lance didn't care. On the contrary, he continued to instill these fears, which made Baldwin feel a little strange. The pressure could not control the rise.

As if he felt that the depression had reached its peak, Lance suddenly changed his words. His tone also contained an impassioned tone, and strong emotions burst out following his words.

"But! I will go ahead of you."

"Those guys can be hurt and they can be killed."

"Hamlet has suffered enough. For our home, for our family and friends, and for the sake of humanity, we must end it all!"

These words seemed to detonate the Guards who were already approaching the extreme. However, they did not degenerate into torture. On the contrary, they showed the brilliance of virtue under pressure.

"For Hamlet!"

A neat roar aroused everyone's emotions.

Junia didn't say anything, but her heart surged, and her already determined eyes became even sharper.

To be honest, she began to practice her beliefs ever since she accepted Lance's ideological transformation and understood the difference between faith and religion.

I came to Hamlet around the same time as Amanda. Although I haven't been very conspicuous along the way, I have always been fighting on the front line. I have never said I was suffering or tired.

She has participated in basically some harsh battlefields. She not only received support from Lance, but also digested the power of the holy relic in each battle.

Therefore, the growth in strength is also very impressive. Although he is not the champion now, the difference is not much.

Even Baldwin was a little shocked by the momentum unleashed by the Guards, because nothing could defeat such an army.

He saw with his own eyes a sharp contrast in the state of these people. One second they were a little depressed and uneasy, and the next second the haze that shrouded them was dispelled.

He is also a man who has commanded thousands of armies, but that kind of purity can never be found.

That's right, the Crusaders who went to the Holy War may have been fighting for their god at first, and they naturally burst out with a strong will.

Just like when the devout Leonard reached the position of legion commander with one sword and one man.

But they were corrupted by massacre and plunder, and had long since turned into bandits and robbers who burned, killed, and looted.

And those who have not lost their faith are just like Leonard, abandoned and eliminated, and what is even more funny is in the name of the Holy Light.

Lance didn't think as much as Baldwin did. He just wanted to inspire them, and suppression was just a little trick.

Because he realized that the dungeon was still too heavy for people like the Guards, the strong and weak could be distinguished instantly.

It's not just a difference in strength, because they are already top elites, and with the selected equipment they each wear, they are not weaker than any master at all.

However, the aspect of will cannot be described with numerical values. Their experience is still not as good as Baldwin's, who has experienced many ups and downs. This is a very mysterious state.

In response, Lance directly started to use some tricky methods to motivate them.

Humans are such strange creatures. If you gain confidence by belittling your enemies, their will will quickly collapse during a real battle because they have not established a correct concept in their hearts.

Instead, you continue to create fear in the enemy, and when you kill the enemy, strong courage will emerge.

Yes, Lance was practicing virtue. When all of them were determined to die, there was nothing to fear.

The reborn team quickly walked through the cleared passage. Lance originally thought that cultists would reoccupy it, or those disgusting flesh and blood growths, so he was a little cautious in the first half.

But after discovering that there was no such mess, the team also accelerated with encouragement, and once again came to the remaining camp of the church.

"When Hamlet was caused a catastrophe by the cultists' rituals, the saint still responded. They entered here and wanted to destroy the sealing ritual.

But it's a pity that we have failed to get here, but the items they left behind can help us solve some of the next problems. "

Lance didn't want to explain too much about the church's story to them, but simply explained the next task.

"We need to remove those props from inside. This will be the focus of our sealing ceremony."

"saint!"

Lance's words had no impact on the guards, but Baldwin and Junia exploded, looking at the mummy shrouded in the light curtain with a kind of fear in their expressions.

Only those who have been in contact with the church can understand that the keyword "saint" has a special meaning for everyone. In the church, he has a higher status than the bishop, and he is simply the human body of holy light.

The steel torch in Junia's hand was said to have been used by a saint, but now what was in front of her was a real saint.

Normally, it would be difficult for even Baldwin to see a saint, but now he was in front of him. He just had to add a few prefixes in front of the saint, failure, death...

"If even the saints can't do it...how can we succeed?"

"It's terrible! The holy flame is becoming pale and blurry!"

Lance didn't expect that just this moment would break through the will of the two of them. He originally wanted the two of them to find a way to unlock the seal, but this scene suddenly caught him off guard.

Lance cursed secretly in his heart: Damn! The people who come from the church are indeed unreliable. Isn’t it just the death of a saint?
Religious beliefs and the like all have this shortcoming. Their will is very tenacious in some aspects, but once it is shattered, they will be defeated instantly.

In fact, Hamlet also has this trend, but they do not believe in the church, but believe in the lord.

Don't look at the fact that these personal guards didn't react at all. That's because their "gods" are fine. If something goes wrong with Lance, their will may collapse in an instant.

So Lance doesn't like this kind of heroism very much, because he is not a hero and doesn't like to be put on top, like a statue of a god.

Reason and dialectics are the weapons he left to those people. Unfortunately, people today are all based on the underlying logic cultivated by the church. They like simple and crude sustenance, and not many people can understand this.

Lance was also helpless about this, and understood that the only way to change their ideas was from the next generation.

But we can't let the two of them collapse now while waiting for you to work.

He immediately opened his mouth to intervene between the two of them who were about to collapse.

"They are waiting for us, not just to make you cry without seeing a single enemy!"

"That's why we have to help them complete their mission and inherit their beliefs."

"The body can be killed, but the spirit lasts forever!" Lance roared several times before calming down the two of them.

Yes, the light of the saints is still shining, and the spirit cannot be killed.

Our job is to finish what they haven't finished.

Both were mentally determined people and quickly stabilized under Lance's encouragement.

"They fell, we came, we fell, there will be others coming, no matter whether he is a saint or not, and whether I am a lord or not, this has nothing to do with religious belief or class, just because we are for mankind. !”

And Lance was not willing to be praised by the church saint. Even if he did do some things back then, Lance had his own interests to consider.

However, he did not roughly eliminate the achievements of the saints, but very cleverly used the concept of "humanity" to include the glory that originally belonged to the saints.

In the face of the big concept of human beings, the individual heroic attributes are infinitely blurred, and Lance also uses this to highlight his own importance.

The old man Brother Martin may be able to see the struggle for the right to speak hidden in a short sentence, but both Baldwin and Junia have lived in Hamlet, not to mention that they are both under the care of Lance.

In particular, Lance was almost a reincarnation of Baldwin. The person who pulled him out of the quagmire was the only person who understood him.

Under that filter, even the king's political sensitivity could not help but succumb to the lord's slogans.

But the ones who reacted faster than the two of them were the personal guards, who were already cheering for the lord unceremoniously.

"For the Lord!"

"For Hamlet!"

"For humanity!"

Let’s not talk about other things, anyway, the momentum is enough, and human beings will be affected by the environment, especially when their emotions fluctuate strongly.

Their psychological support is not only faith, but also their lords.

By the way, for humanity.

"I'll do it." Junia stood up and walked directly into the sanctuary.

Lance didn't dare to touch the area around the Saint at that time because he felt the power within it. Naturally, he could destroy it arbitrarily, but the problem was that he wanted to get the Saint and the other three legendary powerful things completely.

Also, at that time, I thought it was his fault that the ancestor was trapped, so I conservatively considered leaving.

Now that Junia was labeled as "for humanity", she reached out without caring about anything else.

When the two came into contact with each other, they passed through so easily without any reaction. Even she was a little surprised.

"What does it feel like?"

"Warm, hot, it's like...holy power flowing through my body."

Lance knew that he had made the right bet. The saint left these things for future generations, and the only people who could pass through the holy realm were those from the church who were also full of divine power.

But the situation quickly got out of everyone's control, including Lance's, because an unexpected incident occurred in the originally peaceful situation.

The moment Junia crossed the sanctuary, the corpse of the saint sitting in the middle spontaneously combusted, and Junia was pulled into the air by something as if out of control, bursting out with a strong and dazzling light in the next second.

No one knew what happened, because that moment blinded everyone, even Lance didn't react. Even if he closed his eyes subconsciously, it was still incandescent.

But the surging energy fluctuations could be felt even without looking, as if the scorching sun was about to ignite them all.

But the strong fluctuations caused by the power weakened instantly. The time was too short. For ordinary people, it was just an instant. Only Lance could catch the strangeness in a short time.

But it didn't matter anymore. When he activated his ability to clear the negative state and opened his eyes again, he found that Junia was suspended in mid-air, with a bright but not dazzling light emitting from her whole body. Her eyes were shining, and the steel in her hands was The torch was ignited by an unknown force, and it was so strong that it could even overcome the erosion of the blood mist.

"She seemed to have received the power of a saint."

Lance also refreshed the status of his teammates just now, and everyone reacted.

In fact, it doesn't take Baldwin to tell Lance that he can feel Junia's fast and powerful aura, and he is also a little curious about it. Is this considered inheritance?
But suddenly Lance felt something was wrong, because Junia's seemingly calm state was broken. On the contrary, pain was creeping onto her face, and her suspended body was twitching slightly.

"What's going on? Will this happen to the inheritance of the church?"

"I don't know. I've never seen this situation in the church..."

Faced with Lance's doubts, Baldwin certainly noticed it, but he didn't know it. Although he became a king under the leadership of the church at that time, he had never seen the saints. The church personnel active there were more military.

But the situation soon worsened. The light on Junia's body fluctuated, and she fell from the mid-air.

Lance didn't care anymore. He quickly rushed forward and reached out to catch it. It was not obvious from a distance just now, but when he got closer, he felt something, and his expression suddenly became frightened.

The aura belonging to Junia was fading rapidly, and instead, the unfamiliar aura continued to increase.

Not to mention having read so many fairy tale-themed works, he had seen it when he was treating parasitism from deranged horrors, and Langston reacted immediately.

This is a fucking hammer inheritance, this is fucking taking over the body!
"Wake up! Can't sleep!" Lance shouted forcefully without any hesitation.

Blessings, start!
Lance is not lacking in spirituality at all now. When the power of blessing surges in, Junia, who is in trouble, receives familiar support.

The lord is calling me...this is the power of the lord...

I can't sleep yet...for humanity...

The consciousness that was originally like an oil lamp about to run out did not go out, but persisted tenaciously, and even quickly sprouted resistance under that force.

This is not a one-man battle. In the face of Lance's vast power, even the saint has to give in.

A flash of light was driven out of Junia's body, but before it could escape, a big hand stretched out.

"Those who touch me must die!"

Lance didn't usually use swear words, and when he did it was proven to be physical.

People cannot grasp light, but what about emptiness?
Sacrifice! (End of chapter)