our family is gone

Chapter 752 Victory Day

What appears to be flesh and blood gathered in the entire dungeon is actually the vitality that the ancestor has collected with great effort. It was originally used for him to shape the body of a new god. It's a pity that life is not so perfect.

After killing the ancestor, the flesh and blood lost their vitality, just like a corpse whose heart has stopped beating. The vigorous vitality lost its real carrier and began to turn to another extreme - corruption.

If we just let those things rot and ferment in the dungeon, I'm afraid that by then, let alone a plague, it wouldn't be surprising if we even got some kind of "scarlet corruption".

It is even possible that the out-of-control life force in a place like a dungeon full of extraordinary power could give birth to another invisible flesh and blood or a monster like the Pig God.

Or perhaps the gathered energy attracted the attention of some existence in the void, because extraordinary powers cannot be understood in a normal way.

The ancestor is dead, so we cannot let him leave any problems behind.

That was why Lance had to temporarily use his arm as a carrier for the ritual, combining his own flesh and blood to condense the vitality of the dungeons into crystals, extracting the remaining vitality in the dungeons...

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Lance finally stepped out of the ancient gate. At this time, the strange red light in the crack of the door behind him had long disappeared, as well as the aura that escaped from it, becoming dim as if swallowed by darkness.

Lance didn't care because Leonard and the others were waiting outside in front of him, so he nodded.

"The mission is successfully completed. The evil cult and false god lurking in Hamlet has been eliminated by us..."

Originally, Lance had a lot to say in his heart, but the surging emotions made him feel unreal, as if nothing mattered after the ancestor died. He immediately changed his words and shouted to everyone with a smile.

"Let's go home!"

Alhazred and Lance studied the altar that served as the key, and then used the power of the altar to close the door.

The team walked out of the ancient porch covered with salt frost. Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back, wondering when they would come in again.

But the next second he turned around and left without hesitation.

Anyone who wants to come to this damn place can come, but I don’t want to come here again…

Walking outside, the sparse sunlight shone through the doors and windows of the old house, telling everyone that it was dawn.

The darkness faded away, and the sun once again filled Hamlet, and of course hope also came.

I don’t know if it’s the bleakness of the coming winter or my different mood, but when I looked at the old house again, I found that it was much more dilapidated, which made Lance’s lofty ambitions fade away.

"You guys evacuate the dock below first, I'll be back soon."

What Lance was talking about was naturally the altar of the Limper that was not moved during the raid on the old house for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

As for now... without the pressure from the ancestor, there is nothing in this world that he dare not do. He is not afraid of fighting a mere lame man alone.

He pushed the door open and tore open the black cloth that was covering the window. He walked to the sealed window and gave a light push. The wooden board broke like rotten wood, and instantly the whole room was illuminated by warm light.

The sealing ceremony had been recorded long before, and Lance's cracking of it was even more awkward. He simply took away the core of the ceremony and threw it into the display room.

At this time, the Altar of the Limp Walker was exposed. The altar, which had been silent for a long time, actually responded when it was illuminated by the light...

Alhazred, who had already walked some distance below, seemed to have noticed something and suddenly looked back.

This action also made Leonard and the others stop. Although they were promoted to legends, the talent of inspiration is innate. In other words, some people are extraordinary people, not spellcasters, but spellcasters must be extraordinary people.

Disma and his companions might be able to detect any disturbances around them through senses such as vision and hearing, but it is difficult to detect spiritual fluctuations at such a long distance.

So they could only ask the scholars.

"What's matter?"

The scholar was about to say something, but couldn't.

You can't say that he felt the fluctuation of the void for a moment, but it disappeared when he turned around, right?

This made them feel a little strange, but with this little delay, they saw that the lord had walked out of the old house and rushed over, so they didn't worry about it anymore.

Lance also found it a little funny. The activation of the altar attracted the attention of the Limp Man wandering in the void, and then he was dragged into the void by a familiar feeling.

But he didn't expect that after the limping man dragged him into the void, he directly exiled him back to reality, which means that the limping man actually ran away.

So much so that he went in one second and came out the next.

This was something he didn't expect. It could even be said that he didn't react in time. It took him a while to realize what was happening.

Lance wanted to open his black armor and tear through the void to chase after him. He wanted to run away after offending the lord?

But thinking of the clothes I had just changed, I decided to endure it. Anyway, I had the altar in my hands and could play with the Limper slowly in the future.

However, it also revealed a fact that he is not very conspicuous in reality, but the void will not lie.

This little episode was not important. Soon everyone boarded the ship back home. Those ships that were originally planned to carry blood crystals also took other people and returned home.

It can be said that once the ancestor died, this small dock probably no longer had any use, and it might be used as a naval training base in the future.

This time, Lance did not contact Greendale in advance. That was because the dungeon was closed and he could not get any news. So he had to know the general situation as soon as he came out, and then think about the next plan in advance on the ship.

But it is not necessary now, the ancestor has already solved it. What shrouded Hamlet was not only the dark side, but also the sacrificial ceremony, but now they are all gone.

When the countdown to the destruction of the world caused by man-made disasters is paused, Hamlet doesn't care no matter how big the trouble is.

Because he is back, he has plenty of time and energy to solve it.

Lance stood on the bow and looked at the endless sea. He felt extremely happy in his heart. There was nothing more joyful than killing the old man.

The source of all Hamlet's troubles, the culprit who destroyed his rich life...

There were so many things to do with the ancestor, and Lance was too lazy to complain to a dead man. The more important thing now was of course to sort out the gains from killing the ancestor.

The most important thing is that in this battle he broke through the legend and was promoted to demigod. The power that truly surpasses humans is hidden in his body.

Then, he killed Alvis and obtained the rich legacy of this legendary wizard, the core of which was a secret realm.

This incident was completely unexpected, but of course there is nothing wrong with it, as the world will be more open to you if you take the inheritance.

In addition, the flesh and blood accumulated by the ancestors were used to feed fifty champions, and some heroes were also upgraded. This is the foundation of Hamlet, and it represents the change of the core power from quantitative change to qualitative change. It is hard to say about the limp of the covenant. Lance is unlikely to summon it to reality again, so this thing is left.

The gifts offered to the ancestor, apart from the divinity, were two pieces of flesh and blood, namely the [broken umbilical cord] and the [incomplete placenta].

Lance held it in his hand and could see that it was dark red in color and its shape was that of shrunken flesh and blood, which was very different from the plump [Heart of Flesh and Blood].

After studying these two things, Lance roughly understood what they did. They could enhance his understanding and control over flesh and blood, and help him truly reach the realm of God, which is to create life.

To put it simply, it means the ability to create people, similar to those replicas of the ancestor, or the divine body that the ancestor created for himself.

Of course this is just a metaphor. In fact, it should be similar to gene modulation technology. For example, he can use this technology to create a baby without the father and the mother, which is genetic engineering in the true sense.

It can only be said that a person's thoughts are basically determined by the age of 20. The ancestor immediately used this ability to conduct human experiments and created such a heaven-defying thing as the pig man.

And Lance's first reaction was not to use it on humans, but on animals.

He can directly cultivate all kinds of special livestock, such as dairy cows, white-feathered chickens, large white pigs... which have been produced through the efforts of various scientists at huge costs and after a long and complex selection and breeding process, and they are even stronger.

Running into modern animal husbandry is not a dream!

In addition, although Greendale's ability in plants is not as amazing as his, it is only a matter of time before she can cultivate higher-yielding varieties. Modern agriculture seems to be beckoning to him.

By then, the output of grain, meat, eggs and milk will be increased and the prices will be reduced, which will feed more people and allow more people to have enough food. This will free people from the fields and allow more people to move into cities.

Urbanization will further promote industrial development, and he will be able to get rid of the damn medieval life without paper for shits sooner.

Although this is only an ideal state, Lance is aware that the focus of modern animal husbandry is on feed, the use of various antibiotics and hormones.

Increasing agricultural output still depends on water conservancy, fertilizers and pesticides, and large-scale mechanization is also required.

But people cannot lose their ideals, just as life cannot lose optimism.

All kinds of thoughts popped up in Lance's mind, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face. It was really interesting.

The dock was not far from the city, and we quickly got back to the naval port by boat, and then took a carriage back to the city from there.

Lance walked above Hamlet, with Baldwin and some officials beside him who had received the news. As for Greendale, she was busy in the hospital with the doctors.

Since it's daybreak and the lord has returned, it means they have won. Since Lance didn't say anything, no one else could ask.

Lance focused more on Hamlet. The place that had sunk in the extreme darkness and the blood moon quickly came back to life after the sun came out.

Everything around gradually began to recover, and everyone opened their doors, as if to let the sunlight dispel all the darkness.

The annoying noise on the street became extremely familiar, and almost everyone had a smile on their face as their excitement faded.

"Today is designated as Hamlet's Day. Every year, a three-day holiday will be held to celebrate the festival."

Lance quickly decided that people needed this.

"What kind of festival is this?" Baldwin expressed the same opinion, but there is another problem: festivals all have connotations.

"Hanukkah? Festival of the Sun? Festival of Dawn? No, that's not right..." Lance's first reaction was the concept of seeing light again in the darkness, but then he shook his head to reject it.

Because all these things involving the concept of light seem to be monopolized by the church, and the final say is in their hands. Lance can't be stupid enough to get involved himself.

"Remembering our unyielding strength in the face of darkness and celebrating our great victory is called a celebration day, and this day is called Victory Day."

As he spoke, Lance suddenly became excited and waved his arms.

"Call everyone to the square. I want to share this victory with them!"

Soon everyone gathered towards the square. Tens of thousands of people almost filled up the already widened square, and here they met the lord they had always dreamed of.

Lance stood on the platform and ignited the enthusiasm of the entire square with just one sentence.

"Hamlet, your lord has returned!"

The sound seemed to have directly crossed the distance between the two parties and echoed directly in the mind.

Suddenly, waves of cheering like tsunamis spread from the square to the entire city. They continued to chant the name of the lord, and their fanatical appearance was like believers who had seen God.

"Okay, okay, just listen to me quietly." Lance raised his hand, and an inexplicable force suppressed their enthusiasm. He continued to tell the story only after they calmed down a little.

Lance rarely spoke at length before, always giving simple and clear explanations, but at this moment he could no longer suppress his emotions, and began to talk about the harm the cult had done to Hamlet, and their long-term fight against the cult.

In fact, this is also a way of shifting the blame - the responsibility lies entirely with the cult!
After the ancestor is destroyed, the cult will suffer again and take the blame for him one last time.

"And now, thanks to our efforts, the cultists entrenched in Hamlet have finally been eliminated." Lance roared, his voice rising, "We won!"

There was another round of cheering, but after the catharsis from the previous outburst, it quickly calmed down.

"From today on, Hamlet will usher in a brand new tomorrow..."

Lance took the opportunity to bring up the two situations of Victory Day and Celebration Day, which were immediately accepted by everyone, praising the lord's kindness and power.

What is a holiday?
Is it a holiday?
Wrong, it’s culture! It’s identity!

Hamlet did have a glorious history before, but it has declined. Now this is just a copy. In fact, it has nothing to do with Hamlet. It was all developed by Lance.

Now it is Lance rather than the lord who brings them together. Their sense of identity is completely pinned on Lance. To exaggerate a little, if it were another lord, they would be disbanded on the spot.

Lance is now not doing anything else, just using the background of this major event to allow the public to form a common memory and enhance their sense of belonging.

We have suffered together, shed tears together, and finally welcomed hope. It is the perfect main theme.

That was his purpose, to really bring together a population that had come from such a disparate origin.

Just as he said, after today they only have one identity, that is, Hamlet.

And Hamlet will begin to embrace a new and hopeful future from today.