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Chapter 740 Hell in the Heart (2)

If we had told him directly that the dungeon was the domain of the evil god, then given Alvis's cautious attitude, he would never have come in.

So no one revealed too much information to him at the beginning. It can be said that among so many people, he was the only one who didn't know the specific situation.

But since he was already there, Lance didn't dwell on it anymore and just told the general situation.

"Back then, a cult called the Ascension Sect sacrificed the entire city of Hamlet in an attempt to awaken their evil god, but fortunately they were interrupted, and the vitality of those millions of humans was accumulated here. Consuming this essence is also consuming the power of the evil god."

After that, Lance looked at Alvis and said, "Sir, do you have any better suggestions?"

After hearing this, Alvis realized that he had boarded a pirate ship and it would be difficult to get off now.

However, he did not speak for these reasons just now, but because he saw that the blood altar was really inefficient.

"You should have told me earlier. I once traveled around the empire and gained some special knowledge during an adventure, which enabled me to better handle these spiritual crystals."

After saying this, perhaps fearing that Lance wouldn't believe it, he added a strange sentence.

“The realm of Totnes Rat Street requires resources to maintain.”

Lance didn't find it strange. After all, everyone has his own opportunities. How could it be easy for him to become a legend?

Lance understood that Alvis said this to prove that he was really capable. After all, maintaining a Rat Street naturally requires a lot of resources, and those extraordinary people have to pay him.

So don't really think of him as a good person who holds an umbrella for others after he has been caught in the rain.

To some extent, he protects Rat Street and shields those retail investors, just like he sells umbrellas after being caught in the rain.

After all, he has no power to rely on, so he can only do this to accumulate resources for himself, which is equivalent to so many retail investors paying protection fees to support him.

When the incident first happened, he closed Rat Street and ran away immediately. He was completely like a non-stick pan. No matter how you look at it, it can only be considered a mutually beneficial cooperation.

The reason why he said this today was very simple, he just wanted to get a piece of the pie.

There is no need to waste time talking to these people, so Lance spoke directly.

"How much do you want?"

Alvis looked at the crystals that continued to emerge from the Blood Grail, and then fixed his gaze on the sea of ​​blood that was vaguely visible like a river in the blood mist in the distance. His breathing became rapid, and he turned and stretched out three fingers towards Lance.

"I want 30%!"

"Forget it then." After hearing this, Lance felt there was no need to continue the conversation. These bastards really dared to speak.

Such a straightforward rejection made Alvis anxious.

He admitted that the price he offered was a bit high, but isn't it always the case that people offer high prices and then pay low prices?

You should have bargained. Why did you just reject it?
"The crystals made from the Blood Holy Grail are useless if they are not refined, and the loss and cost of refining are greater than what I proposed."

Lance found Alvis's defense boring. Spiritual pollution did not exist for him, and he could also prevent others from using it.

Therefore, the benefits he proposed are of no use to Lance, not to mention that the pension saved by the ancestor must be for me, the heir.

But he definitely couldn't say that. Lance felt it necessary to give him a warning, so he asked a question immediately.

"Why do you think we're here?"

This made Alvis feel a little strange, but before he could answer, Lance directly gave the answer and pointed his finger at himself.

"I am Lord Hamlet, I am a nobleman."

The next second, he waved his hand and swept across the crowd.

"Look at the people around you. I believe you can see that they are big shots anywhere in the world. A wealthy life is easy for them.

But why did I give up the comfortable and luxurious life of the nobility? Why did the scholars come all the way from another continent, and what did they give up to stand here today? "

Lance simply stood on the moral high ground and bombarded the mage and tortured him severely.

“The reason you can stand here and talk to me today is because I led my men to defeat all the cultists and monsters blessed by the evil gods along the way.

This was the second time the scholar had come in. Last time he had fought desperately with those monsters here, but after knowing that he could weaken the power of the evil god, he went back and worked day and night just to complete the altar as soon as possible, and was willing to come into this damn place for the second time.

If the scholars had not strongly recommended you, saying that you could increase the chances of success for our next action, you would not have been able to come here.

You have to understand clearly that we are standing here today not for ourselves, nor for Hamlet, but for the future of the world, we are for humanity!"

After saying that, Lance shook his head with a look of disappointment, and waved his hand without saying anything more.

"You go now. I'm not using the right people."

Then he really didn't care anymore and started giving orders to his bodyguards.

"Leave two people in charge here, and the rest follow me."

As they spoke, countless bags were piled up, and there was a cart full of tools and supplies.

At this time, other people did not pay too much attention to the previous incident. The guards began to collect the blood beads and pack them into bags according to the lord's instructions.

Lance then prepared to go deeper with the others.

The dungeon environment was extremely stressful in itself, and even Alvis, a powerful legendary spellcaster, was affected.

Now he was caught by Lance and compared with Alhazred. The accusations and disregard made it difficult for him to control his emotions. He could only stand there for a while.

At his age and with his ability, he is still being scolded. Who can stand this?

If it were someone else, he would have shouted "Legends cannot be insulted lightly!" and started fighting. Do they really think he is a innocent person who can survive to this day?
His gaze turned to the Holy Grail that was constantly emitting crystals, not to mention the countless resources here...

As a self-employed person, he was really afraid of being poor. If he could get the resources here, it would not be impossible for him to make further progress.

Alvis can feel the aging of his body. Even legends cannot avoid the laws of life, but he does have some special means.

But he was not stupid, and naturally understood how unreliable the "ascension" promoted by cults like the Ascension Sect was. As for becoming dead, it was better to die than to live.

So in recent years he has gradually calmed down and looks quite free and easy.

However, Lance's early treatment made him feel the vitality sprouting from his withered body, making his stagnant heart active. In addition, he had only seen those guards before, but they did not have such exaggerated momentum. The fact that their strength could increase in a short period of time further demonstrated Hamlet's magic.

Others cannot see it, but he can feel the vitality here that is so thick that it has turned into blood mist, and he knows that Hamlet's secret is hidden here.

If you can...

Unfortunately, as Lance said, everyone present was a master. Not to mention Alhazred, the lord alone made it impossible for him to win.

But a spellcaster's strength is usually not apparent, and his strength is even less evident in frontal combat.

Since they asked him to come here for the portal, he would then make some moves to exile and seal the leading few. He would not take the rest of the guards seriously.

As for those outside?

Humph! If the cult can offer sacrifices, why can't I?

Fight, fight, and help me kill the evil god of the cult. Then I can just spread the news that the lord is trapped and lure them here...

Thinking of this, Alvis suppressed his dissatisfaction and instead showed a smile on his face.

For a legendary spellcaster, it only took a moment of hesitation to make the decision, and he did not want to stay and quickly stepped forward to express his opinion.

"My Lord, you are right. I am too narrow-minded. I can also do my part for humanity."

Hearing this, Lance stopped, turned around and looked at him with a strange expression, and suddenly said something for some unknown reason.

"You're too greedy."

As soon as these words were spoken, even Alvis, who was very cunning, could not help but freeze in his expression. He was about to explain something, but someone was quicker than him.

"boom!"

A gunshot immediately marked the beginning of the battle, but the person who fired the shot was not Lance, but Disma.

The three of them have been fighting with the lord from the beginning until now, and the tacit understanding between them is so clear that people can understand each other without speaking.

That was why he dared to take action just because of the lord's inexplicable words.

Although Alvis was caught off guard, the equipment on his body was passively activated. Although his body could still be seen, it seemed to have fallen into another space.

The bullet went straight through his body and landed in the air as if it had passed through the air.

Alvis subconsciously wanted to leave this place, but found that the dungeon had blocked the space, and it would take some preparation to break it.

But now he couldn't care less about anything else, so he could only choose the direction of teleportation to a place visible to the naked eye, in order to create some distance.

But the moment the gunshots rang out, Alhazred also took action. Although he did not understand, he knew that he had to stand on the side of the lord, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

As for whether Alvis was wrongly accused, for the sake of the overall situation, I can only let you suffer.

A cold fire came out of the skull candlestick in his hand, and countless shadow tentacles appeared on the ground in an instant. The figure that the bullet could not catch was dragged out from another space.

At this time, Alvis had no choice but to swing his staff, and the figure shattered like a mirror, while also breaking free from the shadow tentacles.

The figure appeared in another place the next second. Dodging two attacks in a row had exhausted his energy, but now was not the time to rest, so he had to raise his staff to cast another move.

A sharp blade appeared out of nowhere and slashed over like a scimitar. If it weren't for the red fog, it would probably not even be visible to the naked eye.

Barristan held up a shield and blocked in front, colliding directly with the space blade with a dull sound. What was even more amazing was that the waves on the shield seemed to appear before his eyes like a tidal wave, which dissipated the power.

Fortunately, I changed into extraordinary equipment, otherwise the ordinary shield would not be able to block this move.

But no one cares about this now. If Alvis had been able to keep some distance, he might have been able to prepare more spells to struggle, but Disma had already drawn out his dagger and stabbed forward, and his swift and fierce movement was full of murderous intent.

There is no need to reload any ammunition when dealing with a spellcaster, as that would be a waste of time. The correct choice is to just chase the enemy relentlessly and not give him time to cast spells or prepare.

On the other side, Leonard, who was fully armored, also approached with a sword in his hand, pressing down as steadily as a mountain, leaving no chance of survival.

"What are you doing? I'm here to help!" Alvis shouted loudly, trying to disrupt the rhythm of their attack. He only needed a slight pause to complete the spell.

But these people's attacks did not stop at all, but became more fierce. Fortunately, the legend of Alvis was not false. Under that strange power, when the attacks fell on him, they only caused ripples in the surrounding space.

Alhazred used a [Weakness Ritual], and the power of the ritual emerged and directly broke the wizard's shield.

However, he was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, he saw a large shield coming towards him.

The raging waves hit him and actually pushed him back, and at the same time stunned him and interrupted all the spells he had prepared.

Being stunned in this kind of battle is very deadly because others will seize the opportunity.

Leonard also seized the opportunity to swing his sword and chop off the head, and everyone immediately stopped moving.

Logically speaking, this would definitely result in death, after all, even cultists cannot withstand beheading.

But the weird thing was that when the head fell off, there was not a single blood splatter. Looking at the neck, it was surprisingly smooth, like a slice of skin, and one could even see the contracting and wriggling muscles and blood vessels.

The strange scene shocked everyone, but Lance walked up with a smile and picked up the head on the ground.

"Stop pretending."

At this moment, the leader suddenly opened his eyes, and his ferocious face was very terrifying, as if the sword had not cut at all, and the two sides were still connected in some way.

"I came to help you, but you attacked me just because I didn't give you the ritual for free. You just wanted to lure me here and then eat my stuff. You are such a vicious person."

"Do you believe what you said? If I really want to kill you, it would only take one move. Why would I call you here and make such a fuss? It was really the scholar who recommended you. Otherwise, how could an outsider like you come here?"

Lance didn't react much to his accusation and dismissed it with a casual sentence.

Others would not doubt it, but Alhazred did react. If the lord really wanted to take action, he would not do so, because it was he who asked for the person to be killed, so he could not be planning to murder him.

"It is true that I had no intention of attacking you, and it was indeed me who recommended you." Alhazred explained, but this made the wizard furious.

"Do you think I would believe it? This is all just a scam. I have failed and I have nothing to say."

"So what spell are you preparing?" Lance smiled and said, causing the scene that had just been paused to repeat itself again...

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