our family is gone

Chapter 743 Hell in the Heart (4)

Lance didn't know how chaotic the outside world had become because of the arrival of the blood moon. Anyway, after Alhazred activated the beacon and they walked into the portal, the surrounding environment changed drastically.

The surroundings were no longer covered in flesh and blood as in the giant monster's body, but seemed to have fallen into the void.

All that can be seen with the naked eye is the lost path with no clear direction. The abyss-like darkness is dotted with countless brilliant yet eerie purple stars. Countless misty lights are floating in this empty passage, as if the flow of these lights can serve as a reference so as not to get lost in this directionless space.

Lance just observed for a moment and then started again. Leonard and the others followed him without much conversation.

This seemed like a journey with no end, but at this moment, a ghostly human-shaped figure suddenly emerged from the void, scaring everyone who was moving forward.

Disma's gun was pointed at that thing, and Reynard's sword was halfway drawn, but Lance raised his hand to hold it down, "It's just a fabricated phantom. It doesn't even dare to show its true form. Do you think you can interfere with us?"

Only then did everyone see clearly that the ghostly figure was a middle-aged nobleman dressed elegantly, with only half of his body exposed, his arms crossed in front of his chest, appearing in a proud manner.

Lance, however, ignored them and walked straight through. His calm attitude immediately calmed the other three people down.

However, the shadow seemed to be getting impatient because he was ignored by Lance. Before he could ask, a deep sound echoed in the empty passage.

In all my terrible researches, what I sought was only a glimpse behind the curtain, a tiny fragment of the truth of the universe.

I found it here, and in that moment of enlightenment, I gave up my human body and became a "pioneer", the embodiment of this crawling chaos.

"You bastard from Chaos, you were beaten here by me."

Lance walked forward on his own, but did not forget to mock him, saying clearly - you are so smart and so capable, why are you still blocked here by me and dare not go out?
Reynard and his companions naturally heard this, but after hearing the lord's words, they no longer paid attention to it and just kept walking forward.

A little fantasy actually wants to interfere with their determination to follow the lord?

However, this posture made the shadow even crazier. It disappeared on the spot, then suddenly appeared in front of the road, continuing to try to shake them with words.

【Life feeds on life. In your petty quest for family redemption, you sacrifice those who were brought together for it.

And in doing so, you make that thing more powerful, hastening the end of all things. It is as it should be...it is why you are here.]

"I came here just to chop you to death. You have been beaten to death by me, bleeding and cutting your flesh. What success have you achieved? You are a complete loser."

Lance's mocking tone became more and more intense, and he even couldn't help laughing. He was almost draining out all the wealth accumulated by his ancestors.

Without those equipment, without those battles and flesh and blood, Lance would have no way of building a strong team in such a short time, and would not have been able to reach where he is today.

Ancestor? Just a stepping stone...

Lance's pace did not stop at all, forcing the phantom who wanted to show off to appear in front of him again. He kept talking.

We will be connected here forever; you and me, at the moment when this world is about to end.

Untie the chains of your ego, awaken that Thing, and embrace the inescapable, horrible, ugly truth of the universe that lives within us.

At this moment, Lance suddenly stopped and his expression suddenly froze.

He did not even bother to mock the old ancestor, because in the void in front of him, a dark red crack different from the others appeared. It was like an open eye and revealed an aura even more terrifying than that in the depths of the giant monster.

The power emanating from it seemed to be able to make people feel the source, and they wanted to worship it as a god, but the vague scene they glimpsed brought about intense chaos and distortion, making people inexplicably develop an irresistible desire to destroy.

Not to mention that Lance didn't care about the old dog's barking, the same went for the other people. They couldn't even understand what he said, but they could understand what the situation in front of them meant.

At last, the twisted heart of the world is exposed, waiting to be destroyed, or praised and prayed for.

And Lance's choice is of course...

"kill!"

Lance shouted and rushed directly into the crack. When he fell into it, he couldn't help but be stunned.

As far as the eye can see, the background is still the void, but above the void above the head there is actually a huge sphere made entirely of twisted flesh and blood. It is covered with countless flesh and blood, and it is full of potholes, really like the moon.

Countless pieces of flesh and blood spread out from the periphery of the core and took root in the void, fixing it in the void, making it seem to be rotating.

No one knew whether it was the void that was moving, or the blood moon that was moving, or their hearts that were moving.

At this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the void and drew Lance and the others' attention back to the front.

There is no doubt that it was the ancestor who was forced to come out, the flesh and blood body of the ghost figure just now. Just looking at his cold face and his hands folded in front of him, you can tell that he is not very happy about the visit of his heir.

I don’t know if it was because Lance knocked on the door a little harder or because Lance forgot to bring some gifts.

But Lance felt that the ancestor had mastered this space, and that the sudden appearance just now was the power of the Limp Walker to travel through the void...

"It seems that you still foolishly think that you are independent of this whole, but I know it better, and I will show it to you well."

The old ancestor did not give Lance too much time to think. While speaking, he opened his hands and raised them, making a strange gesture in his hands.

Perfect copy!

In an instant, the ground was torn apart by bloody tentacles, and several perfect replicas that were almost exactly the same as the ancestor emerged from it.

Lance and the others naturally stopped talking nonsense and just raised their hands and fired a shot.
"Kill them!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the bullet instantly hit the head of the first ancestor who appeared, blowing it off.

But the strange flesh and blood seemed to have no weaknesses. It stood firm after just a stumble, and the wound on its head healed in the blink of an eye.

Although this exploratory shot was not loaded with extraordinary ammunition and did not cause any harm to the cultists, this scene also made Lance notice something. Unlike the uncontrolled proliferation of those cultists, the ancestor's self-healing was as fast and perfect as his own flesh and blood reconstruction, without the growth of tumors or other tissue structures and the iconic black eyeballs.

As expected, this ancestor has profound attainments in flesh and blood. After all, he himself cannot make a replica.

This shot announced the start of the battle, but Disma did not rush to shoot. Instead, he drew out his dagger and stabbed forward.

Leonard also rushed forward with his sword in hand, his eyes fixed on the original body, but unfortunately those perfect replicas were blocking his way, so he could only swing his sword and chop them down.

The legendary sword was so sharp that it could easily tear an exaggerated wound on the body of the strange enemy. What was even more terrifying was that it also had a burning effect like holy flame, which obviously increased the damage to these demons.

It can be seen that although the monster is in human form, its internal structure is not that of a normal human being, but rather a twisted and tangled mass of corrupted flesh and blood.

In other words, these so-called perfect replicas are nothing more than a shell, including the clothes and decorations which are all condensed flesh and blood. In fact, they are still demons.

Lance couldn't help but sigh that his control and utilization of flesh and blood were not as good as his ancestor's!

The old ancestor was not idle either. He raised his right hand, and a strange force made the replicas that had been injured just now recover quickly, which made Lance feel a little strange.

Or is it a group thing? How can it be almost the same as the reconstruction of one's own flesh and blood?

"I'll hold them off, you guys hurry up!"

Barristan shouted and charged with his shield, pushing forward as bravely as a surging wave, and forcibly knocked away a replica that was blocking his way. He waved his hand and knocked away another with a hammer to give others a chance.

Disma immediately lunged forward and stabbed the old man with a sword, but just as he pulled out the dagger and was about to cut his throat, he did not expect that the wound would heal along with the dagger, making the sword useless.

Such a weird scene made him a little confused. You know, there were corpse-transforming spores attached to the blade of his sword. Why didn't the means to restrain the cultists' self-healing ability have any effect today?

But after all, he was an experienced fighter, so he did not show any fear at all in this situation. He stopped swinging his sword and instead drew his gun and shot from his hip.

Push in and shoot!

The bullet containing extraordinary power tore through the flesh and blood of the original body almost instantly. Logically, the burst of power contained in the bullet should be able to play a role.

However, the wound also healed in a short period of time, and no supernatural power had any effect on it.

"You are no match for him. Leave the real body to me and you deal with the copies."

After observing Lance for a while, he had already gained a lot of information. Just as ordinary supernatural powers were useless to him, when his control over flesh and blood reached a certain level, it was difficult to shake it at all.

After all, it was the new god that devoured Hamlet's millions of people. Although it did not succeed, the extraordinary power of the corpse spores and the small bullet was like a drop of water falling into a lake, and it was naturally difficult to react.

But Lance was not afraid at all. Since he had roughly seen the old ancestor's level, he took decisive action immediately, pulling out his wolf fangs and pointing them directly at the old ancestor's body.

My sword is not at a disadvantage!
What Lance wants to do is to use the sharp wolf fangs to destroy its body. As long as he can perform the sacrifice, it will be a fight between "gods" and "gods".

It was like the butler faked his death and he took the opportunity to sacrifice him. He was even able to struggle in that situation, which showed that the monster was not something he could deal with at the time. But in the end, it still became the starting capital for him to start his own business.

With Leonard and the others stopping the replica, Lance quickly caught up with the old ancestor's real body. He raised his hand and slashed with a knife. His swiftness was completely without any nonsense.

But even he felt something was wrong. After the first strike, he did not continue to attack violently as usual. Instead, he fell into a moment of silence.

He didn't notice it just now and thought that the ancestor was healing himself after being injured, which was similar to the reconstruction of his own flesh and blood. However, only when he did it himself did he feel that the ancestor actually controlled the separation of his flesh and blood before his blade landed on him.

What does this mean? It's just like cutting the air. The seemingly exaggerated wound is just stirring up the air and won't cause any damage at all.

Lansden reacted immediately and swung his sword several times swiftly, but the sword still passed by in an instant, which further confirmed this situation.

Immune to all damage unless you can deal real damage.

It's unrealistic for you to keep the weapon in his body, it's not like the old ancestor can't move.

However, Lance seemed to have discovered something interesting, which was that the ancestor sacrificed his offensive ability in order to maintain this special state.

In other words, such control over flesh and blood requires a huge amount of mental effort. It is difficult for him to be distracted to do anything other than controlling flesh and blood. He can only keep summoning replicas to attack on his behalf, in order to wear out the enemy.

But you want to play consumption with me?
Lance came up with a solution almost instantly. Without wasting time, he took out a big treasure, a warhammer with a strange shape and a weird aura - Void Annihilation!
Lance took it out not to launch an attack, but to hold it high and roar.

"Void help me!"

The strange hammer head on top of the warhammer suddenly burst out with indescribable strange power, but an even more terrifying scene appeared. The space constructed by the void background was torn apart by the strange power.

Even the old ancestor who looked very pretentious did not bother to put his hands up to show off when seeing this situation, but quickly raised his hands high and displayed strange magic to try to erase the crack.

Lance was naturally not afraid of fighting. The aura around him was surging, and the war hammer seemed to be stimulated by something, and the spherical hammer head burst out with even stronger power.

As Lance swung his war hammer and struck the air fiercely, the hammer clearly did not hit anything, but the entire space was shaking, and the rumbling sound like drums echoed in the void.

The crack that had been suppressed stopped shrinking and was torn further apart.

The ancestor naturally would not let go like that, and immediately summoned more replicas to attack Lance. However, perhaps because he was distracted, some of the replicas this time were imperfect.

Biased breeding!
Compared to the state that was exactly the same as the ancestor, the imperfect replica could hardly even maintain itself, and large areas of chaotic flesh and blood appeared.

But no one cared about this. These replicas attacked Lance at the same time as if they were summoned.

But Leonard and the others are not dead. If they can’t defeat the ancestor, can they defeat the replica?

They immediately blocked the lord's surroundings and attacked the replicas to buy more time for the lord.

A melee immediately broke out...