our family is gone

Chapter 731: Giant Monster’s Stomach (1)

Hamlet.

"Hmph! He still wants to retire?" Lance sneered and complained to Greendale, then threw the letter away.

Walter also knew that his behavior was a bit sensitive, so he wanted to step back and spend time with his family.

But Lance would definitely not agree with the idea of ​​taking his family and running away when something goes wrong. This kind of slippery capitulationist will end up having his labor force ruthlessly exploited by me.

In other words, I don't have someone like Watt who is capable of managing a city and managing those channels.

Since it is quite convenient to use, I just don't bother to pay attention to it. Otherwise, if it is worthless, do you really think Lance has a good temper?

But now these are just trivial matters. Lance is more concerned about how the action is being prepared, so he turned to look at Greendale.

"We have used the Legion to draw the adventurers' attention to the ruins..."

In the past few days, Lance quickly dealt with various emerging conflicts. His strong actions made them feel the lord's authority, and they finally behaved themselves.

Similarly, after the supplies were transported up, the troops on the front line also began to take action, truly confronting the skeletons on a large scale.

The obstruction of the red fog and the extremely dark environment are a problem for the Legion, which is why Patton does not recommend any action.

But it's just military training, and it's just in such extreme interference situations that problems can be discovered. There's no real intention to attack the ruins, so attracting enough attention will be enough.

At the same time, they were led up by the Legion's actions. In fact, the Legion circled around from the outside under the cover of darkness and ran to the current naval dock.

"But will withdrawing so many scholars and guards cause problems for the town's situation?"

Greendale said this because Lance planned to bring Alhazred, Bigby and the entire guard over.

"The army is the key to deterring those people. One or two extraordinary people will not have much impact on the situation. It is better to put them in the right place."

Lance said, looking at Greendale and motioning, "Is what I want ready?"

In response, she took out a potion and handed it over, but it contained a lot of tiny particles like dust.

These were the unweakened spores of the gangrene fungus. Lance had seen the horrifying sight of them madly devouring flesh and blood and continuously producing mushrooms. If the spores' weak fire had not been directly detonated, the farm would probably have turned into a dead place full of mushrooms.

And it was very obvious why he wanted this from Greendale today.

Lance was ready to turn the flesh dungeon into a mushroom garden and burn it down if the situation in the dungeon got out of control and there was really no other way.

Damn it, it’s a blast with the ancestor!

But that was an extreme situation. Lance still wanted to nibble away at it in a safer way.

Now that everything was ready, Lance had no intention of staying any longer.

"That thing isn't difficult, it's just disgusting. Don't worry."

Lance left a word to comfort Greendale, and then a carriage quickly drove out of Hamlet.

Board the ship... go to the hanging warehouse... following the familiar process, Lance led everyone to the old house.

But this time the number of people is too large, fifty guards, plus ten people from the legion, and Alhazred and Bigby.

Led by Lance, the seemingly chaotic team soon arrived in front of the Gate of Oblivion.

The terrifying aura that leaked out made those people feel extremely uneasy, but for Lance, who had been in there several times, he didn't feel anything at all, it was like returning home.

Ancestor, I’m fucking hot!

As for the few guards who had been in the dungeon before, they also had some uncomfortable reactions, but their will overcame their fear and they stepped into the dungeon again.

loyalty!

The most confused one was Bigby. He didn't know why he was pulled here.

Who am I? What am I doing here?
Now that we have come this far, there is no possibility of retreating. We follow the main force directly through the gate and into the dungeon.

As expected, they all showed various abnormalities. Lance did not bless them or refresh their status, but waited for them to adapt.

When he went back to meet the police and the army, he actively used [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction] to treat the wounded, and later blessed those who performed outstandingly in this extremely dark change.

Among them, the cavalry team was the most outstanding and received the most blessings. They undertook the most dangerous tasks on the front lines. Although there were casualties, it was already very good that most of them came back alive.

The police and heroes were also given some rewards, and comprehensively improving their strength would help stabilize the situation.

Apart from this, he also gave out a lot of honor and rewards. Clear rewards and punishments are the kingly way. Those means of playing political tricks are nothing but a joke in the face of actual benefits.

But Lance did not bless the members of the Royal Guard. It was not because he felt that their deep entry into the ruins had harmed the cavalry, nor was it to blame them for consuming too many supplies in the rescue operation.

Rather, he bestowed blessings lavishly just to consume the accumulated spiritual energy, and then brought his personal guards to cut the leeks in the ancestor's field.

Now he really can't squeeze out even a drop of spirituality.

Everyone present was not a weakling, and they quickly adapted to the situation.

The first and second floors had been cleared, and Lance led his men through them quickly, while also introducing the various flesh and blood monsters that roamed in the dungeon.

It is said to be layers, but actually it should be areas, because Lance can feel that the difference in height is almost the same, and what really divides them is the degree of spread of flesh and blood.

The first layer, which is the area that has not been stained by flesh and blood, is filled with a large blood mist. The second layer is a part that has been corrupted, and the spread of flesh and blood that has swallowed the blood mist has made the mist much thinner.

A lot of flesh and blood on the second floor had obviously been harvested by Lance before, but it actually healed over time, and it turned out that they were all alive.

But after all, it was weakened a lot, and Lance was too lazy to even cut the remaining ones, but came to the nearest Iron Crown altar.

Alhazred stepped forward and looked at the activated altar for a while. The strong evil aura on it seemed to condense into substance.

"Should we destroy it directly?"

Lance doesn't understand the principles of mysticism, but his fists are strong enough.

"It's hard to figure it out in a short period of time. I think we should not make any moves."

The scholar could only give advice, because he was not sure. In this case, there was nothing to say, and he walked directly behind the altar and through the completely covered flesh and blood passage.

Entering a place even more horrifying than the previous two floors.

Although the second floor was also occupied by flesh and blood, one could still see the walls and floors, as well as those strangely shaped sculptures and large rock ruins.

But the thing in front is the most severely corrupted part of the dungeon so far. All that can be seen around is flesh and blood. The walls and floors are fused with the flesh, and there is a soft and greasy feeling underfoot.

What's unique is that this flesh and blood is different from the irregular and massive mixture of tissues and organs mentioned above, but is as smooth as the intestines.

Then there are a large number of synovial ligaments made of flesh and blood connecting them, and dense protrusions like alveoli grow at various ends of the connection.

Looking out from the gap in the passage, without the obstruction of the red fog, one can find that the flesh and blood are alive. They wriggle like intestines and beat like hearts, similar to the place where a huge organism is fused.

This team was like they had suddenly entered the body of a giant monster!
Now Lance understood the noise that caused the explosion when the Iron Crown Altar was activated, but that was not the end of it. Lance raised his hand and released various things, even a cart.

A plan had already been arranged on the road, so the guards put on leather gloves and masks, and then some took up knives to cut, and some took up rakes to pull, and everyone cooperated to tear off the flesh and blood that was everywhere.

That’s right, the mission of these guards is not to fight, but to bleed the ancestor.

The sharp blades cut through the flesh and blood, and they cooperated like butchers to cut off large chunks of flesh and blood, completely ignoring the surging blood and the violently twitching flesh and blood.

With the efficiency of fifty people, a mountain of flesh as tall as a person was piled up in just a few minutes. The blood flowing everywhere looked a bit evil.

Lance offered sacrifice casually, and the piled up mountains of flesh quickly melted away. He received the spiritual gift and blessed his personal guards in return, making them tireless like perpetual motion machines.

Compared to the dungeon, they are just as tiny as bacteria. One or two bites may have no effect on the giant beast, but continuous erosion will eventually turn it into bones.

After a simple test, Lance officially began to act. He pushed the cart forward, and the guards who accompanied him cut buckets of flesh and blood in exchange for blessings.

The Legion, Alhazred, and Bigby moved forward, and were soon attacked by the flesh-and-blood monster.

It was a long, thin shaft rooted in the flesh, with a large, swollen head on top.

The mouth and black eyeballs, which are rarely seen here, appear randomly and densely on its body, presenting a hideous scene.

Antibodies, as a natural self-defense mechanism, try to drive away invaders that the cult cannot repel.

There are two polyps floating next to the antibody, flapping their fleshy wings, like drone guards.

As soon as they met, the three creatures started spitting out indescribable sticky secretions from their mouths towards the team.

Legion directly approached with shield raised to block those things, providing a safe output space for teammates behind him.

In response, Alhazred raised the skull candlestick, and several scarlet tentacles condensed with energy emerged from the ritual pattern and whipped the two polyps, tearing them apart and knocking them down.

At the same time, Bigby was waving the chain in his hand and hitting the big head of the antibody. You must know that this is used by the church inquisitor to restrict the extraordinary people. The power burst out from it to suppress it.

At this time, the legion had already rushed forward, cut off the handle of the antibody with one sword, and the other two inserted their swords into the head of the polyp, and all the monsters that wanted to struggle were hacked to death with the swords.

A battle ended just as it began, simply because the team was too strong.

With the lord around, Alhazred could exert his full strength.

Although Bigby is a scholar engaged in research, the fellow living in his body has rich combat experience.

That strange state gave him a strong body and maximum resistance, and also gave him excellent fighting instincts, as if he was born with them.

The Legion is even more powerful, otherwise the Lich would not have run away if they could have defeated them.

What’s more important is that their special physical condition can resist the corruption of flesh and blood. This is the real reason why Lance tricked them here.

These enemies could hardly stop their advance, so Lance didn't need to worry about anything.

Alhazred and Bigby only need to control the enemies. Even the extremely agile and swift Flesh Hound can only be restrained by the shadow tentacles that suddenly appear on the ground, and Bigby can kill them one by one with one hit.

Alhazred had taught Bigby how to meditate before, and now he took this opportunity to teach him how to control himself and adjust his state.

The Legion is responsible for defense and output. They are tireless war machines. They are not afraid of being injured because there are flesh and blood monsters everywhere. Even if they are injured, they can recover quickly by inserting the sword blade into the flesh.

Lance only needed to pick up the corpses in the back, and occasionally bless the scholar and Bigby to suppress the abnormal thoughts in their hearts.

They were like a tunnel boring machine that pierced through a mountain, rushing forward inside the giant's body. Any hard rock that stood in their way would be crushed by the blades.

No matter how many antibodies, polyps, flesh hounds and other flesh monsters there are, they will only become a pool of mud.

No matter whether it was the intestinal-like passage or the cavity-like room, wherever they went, they were ripped open and blood flowed like a river. From the moment they stepped into the third floor, the wailing and convulsions seemed to have never stopped.

The advancement was so fast that the guards couldn't keep up.

To be honest, Lance knew that it was impossible to harvest all of them in such a short time, as most of the mountains and seas of flesh and blood were in places that were difficult to touch.

Therefore, he clearly only cut off the easy ones and tried to weaken the ancestor as much as possible. At the same time, using these gifts to train personal guards was the real key.

There were only a few masters when they came in, but when they walked out of the dungeon, they were all champions. If a few more legends appeared, then Hamlet would instantly complete the accumulation of thousands of years of other organizations.

Apart from the church, what other force in the empire can produce so many legends?

All we can say is that the "paper airplane" thrown by the ancestor flew back into the hands of him, his successor.

The operation went very smoothly, and the morale of the guards grew stronger and stronger. Fortunately, there was countless flesh and blood for them to vent their enthusiasm.

During this process, they also encountered powerful enemies. A monster similar to the Templar Guardian who guarded the Iron Crown Altar on the second floor appeared.

The scorpion has a human body, covered with a shell, a pair of large pincers and a dark green scorpion tail.

When Lance met them, he quickly ordered his guards to retreat, and then gave the [Burning Amulet] to the three heroes. As the legion was one, only one was needed.

The monster in the temple also reacted instantly, waving its limbs to charge forward. Its pincers seemed eager to tear the flesh and blood, and the poisonous stinger behind it stabbed out even faster.

They had all heard from the lord about how fierce this guy was, so they didn't dare to hesitate before launching the attack...

(End of this chapter)