our family is gone

Chapter 783 Ascension Secret Book
"The eagle group is gone, and the earl is gone too. You don't have to worry about hiding your identity anymore. This is our territory now."

The two walked down the mountain, and the wailing in the forest seemed to have never appeared.

Laura did not wear the hood, and her stern expression relaxed slightly when she heard the lord's words.

He defected from the Eagles and joined Hamlet just to escape for his life. It can be said that he could not have imagined that the Count would die, Bastia would fall, and the Eagles would be destroyed today.

All these things happened within just one month, and the knights who had suppressed the mountain barbarians, and whom the earl was so proud of, were eliminated before a battle even took place.

In Bastia, even the mountains were notorious, and the eagles that were feared by everyone were destroyed so easily.

The leader who was extremely cruel among the eagles and brought her pain, humiliation and fear was as fragile as a chick in front of the lord.

If I had not chosen to escape, I would probably be one of the ones who died here today, or even die in the city before I even get to this day.

Laura came to her senses after hearing the lord's words. She still remembered those words... The nightmare that had been haunting her was over.

"Thanks……"

Laura had never said thank you in her life, so it sounded a little stiff, like a moan, and no one could hear it clearly.

"What?" Lance, who was walking in front, looked back as if he didn't hear clearly. Laura, who was not good at expressing herself, no longer concealed her emotions at this time and expressed her feelings quite enthusiastically.

"Fight for the lord! The lord's will is the direction I will move forward!"

Lance just smiled when he heard her say that.

"I hope you can live for yourself, because those who don't love themselves don't know how to love others."

After saying this, Lance had no intention of teasing her any further and quickly took her down the mountain.

After reuniting with the others and returning to the camp, the team was ready. Leonard selected thirty people from the entire army, plus a group of heroes.

Willpower, the iron will that can resist the erosion of supernatural power is the primary criterion for selecting personal guards.

This is also the most important means for humans to fight against the extraordinary. Without will, no matter how much or how powerful the power is, it is nothing but a piece of rotten meat.

The soldiers here are well-tested. They have proven their loyalty to their lord and are not afraid of any mission, even going into hell, let alone a city occupied by a cult.

But there are a few people here who are not right.

"What are you doing?"

Lawrence finally agreed to let his daughter participate in this battle, but he also wanted to go, whether it was to protect his daughter, fulfill his own responsibilities, and do one last thing for Bastia to end the suffering here.

What else can Lance say? Margaret is a headache for her father.

"I have no objection." Lance said, looking at Bruce with an amused look, "What about you?"

"I can promise you to pacify the army, but I have to go into the city and complete my final mission."

Bruce seemed to have understood that everything was over, and his emotions calmed down, but he looked a bit desperate.

Dying on the road of battle would be the best ending for him.

Interesting~
Lance waved his hand and said, "Bring his equipment to him. Only if you stay alive can you avenge your family. You don't want no one to bury them, do you?"

Bruce's expression changed, but he didn't refuse.

Soon, a team that was very small compared to the city appeared at the city gate. The gate had been destroyed at some point, and large areas of burnt marks were mixed with various debris.

Instead, there was a defense line made up of various wooden chevaux de frise and antler stakes. A little further in, one could see blood caked on the ground, turning dark brown. The strong stench lingered for a long time. All that could be seen were various bones, but no rotten flesh.

I don’t know how brutal the battle for the gate was here.

"We fought off their attacks many times here, and they ate all our flesh and blood..."

Bruce was wearing a complete set of armor, and the extraordinary aura on it seemed to be a sign of the blessing of holy light. His already burly figure looked even more powerful when he put it on.

In his hand was a two-handed greatsword. From the runes engraved on it, one could feel that it seemed to have a different kind of power. Although it was not as exaggerated as Baldwin's broken sword, it was not something that ordinary people could wield.

It seems that the Earl did prepare good things for his son. If he had such a set of equipment at the time, instead of relying on an ordinary long sword that he had robbed, he would not have been almost killed.

From the indelible bloodstains on the armor and sword, it can be seen that a real battle had taken place.

But when he stood here again, he explained with a complicated expression that he would never forget that scene.

Those who are corrupted will eat the flesh and blood of their companions during battle to recover and even become more powerful.

Also, when he rushed in, he found that these guys would actually fight each other for food. You know, there were warehouses for storing food in the city, and they were not short of food at all.

"That's nothing. The enemies we face are much more powerful than these."

Disma played with his precious revolver in his hand, appearing to be nonchalant.

But he was right, they all came from a background of fighting cultists and were very familiar with dealing with these guys.

"Go ahead, don't waste any more time."

Lance took a step forward and entered the city. The next second, the entire city seemed to be in turmoil...

“waaagh!!!”

"For Hamlet!"

"War! Mouth-teeth!"

…………

There was a large area of ​​destruction among the densely packed buildings in the city. Countless monsters made of twisted flesh and blood fell to the ground and formed mountains of flesh. Corpses were scattered all over the ground, blood was flowing everywhere, and the strong stench had blurred their senses.

All the soldiers were covered in blood. Although they were in a bit of a mess, they had not fallen down yet. At this moment, their eyes could not help but be focused on that place.

A strange guy who was thin but as strong as a bamboo pole, with a human skin cloak on his head to cover his horrifying face.

Although not much flesh and blood changes can be seen, the exposed skin can be seen covered with strange black runes.

He was in a very bad state now, not like a cult leader or a powerful legendary spellcaster. He was holding up his skinny body with a staff, and he had been hit by countless bullets and arrows, and even had some exaggerated wounds torn from his body, but there was no blood at all.

Only the large number of collapsed houses around, as well as the large number of corpses and piles of blood and flesh, proved how fierce the battle just now was.

At this time, the cult leader's attention was not on the other people who were blocking the battlefield around him, but on the person in front of him.

In front of him was a seemingly ordinary man, but there was not a single trace of blood on his body in such a battlefield, which seemed strange.

No one knew this better than the chief, because he had poured all his spells at himself, but nothing happened. What was even more terrifying was that all the flesh and blood power that acted on the body was useless.

Although I have lost some of the power of [Great Blessing], I still can't beat you. How come I can't even beat those minions?
Because when he wanted to peel off the flesh and blood of those soldiers, the other party's power to control the flesh and blood was stronger than his. Who the hell is the leader of the cult?

Both his will and body are so strong that he has no weaknesses at all. Such a horror is simply not human!

The cult leader seemed to understand that only one person could leave alive today, and finally made a decision. He thrust the staff in front of him, then opened his arms and muttered:

"All things will eventually decay, only I will ascend!"

All of a sudden, the spirits around became restless, and a strange power spread out instantly. The flesh and blood of the dead corpses around began to move, and the flesh and blood that had lost its warmth twitched again, and actually evaporated into bloody mist, and turned itself into black and gray bacon.

The people around also felt that something was trying to peel off their flesh and blood, but it was suppressed in an instant, and at the same time they heard the lord's shout.

"Get out, stay away."

Everyone retreated in response, and saw that the blood mist was actually gathering on the cult leader, even forming an exaggerated whirlpool.

The wound healed quickly, the shriveled muscles began to turn rosy, and the skinny body expanded rapidly like a balloon, and the cloth on the body all made tearing sounds.

What’s rare is that he didn’t lose control. I don’t know if it was because his ancestor was gone, or if he was really able to control that kind of power.

Anyway, when his complete form appeared, I finally understood why he was so tall. I raised my hands and tore off the clothes that were in strips, revealing a monster that retained its human form, more than two meters tall and with knotted muscles.

There was an evil aura lingering around him that was almost condensed into wisps of black smoke, and one could almost hear strange wailing, which put a lot of pressure on everyone. Even people like Disma and Boudica had serious expressions.

The cult leader completed the second stage, and his pair of dark eyes met Lance, who was standing there motionless. Without any nonsense, his huge body showed terrifying flexibility. He stepped forward and his whole body became blurred, and he appeared in front of Lance the next second.

The leader stared at the smiling face with his strange eyes, and without any pause threw a punch towards the face.

At this time, the people outside were just able to catch up with the cult leader's speed and react, watching the fist being thrown with uncontrollable horror on their faces.

But before they could move, the fist tore through the air with terrifying force, and shock waves were created on the tip of the fist, as if the very space could not bear it and cracks were created.

It seemed as if the head would explode in the next second...

"Oh!"

There was a dull thud and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

The people around couldn't help but pause in their actions, but what they saw was not the lord being shot in the head, but the cult leader's punch missed, and only half of his head was blown off.

They couldn't even see when the lord dodged the punch and then attacked. If it weren't for the black gauntlet that suddenly appeared on the lord's hand, they would never have thought that such damage could be caused by just one punch.

Half of his head was blown off, and even the vigorous vitality of the cult leader after he turned into a monster could not withstand it. The huge body only lasted for less than two seconds before falling down with a loud bang.

Lance waved his hand and the black flames dissipated, and he made a silent complaint.

"I've waited for you for so long, and this is it?"

The only remaining half of the fallen monster's head was still responsive. The one-eyed man looked at Lance and said something with a trembling mouth.

"god……"

"Your god can't save you. He... was killed by me." Lance was too lazy to talk nonsense. He just raised his hand to sacrifice. The void swallowed up and eliminated the huge body.

Lance deliberately let him go to the second stage, after all, to see if he could get some good stuff out of it (flies frustrated his hands).

Sure enough, what he got back was not spirituality, but a uniquely shaped book, which he picked up from the ground in a pretentious manner.

The surface was made of bones, the paper was made of human skin, and the paintings were made with blood. Just by holding it in his hand he could feel a force trying to seduce him, and an evil aura trying to pollute his spirituality.

If you randomly open a page, you can see that it seems as if the internal organs and brains have been crushed and splashed on it. There is no discernible pattern, or perhaps those things are constantly changing as they wriggle.

There is nothing written on it, but it is full of something, hiding precious knowledge that countless people crave, and countless secrets...

If an ordinary person gets it, it will either be distorted or bewitched. But if it is a genius like our ancestor, he will probably gain some earth-shaking knowledge from it.

They will continue their research, and if they come up with the fantasy of reviving the ancient god, then the Ascension Sect that they destroyed might also reappear.

Holding the [Secret Book of Ascension], Lance suddenly seemed to have an epiphany.

It was not the ancestor who founded the Ascension Sect. Instead, there really was a sect that believed in the ancient gods, and then the ancestor took it over. No wonder they called the ancestor the new god.

This guy Laozu even deceived the cults, made them work for him, and acted as a black middleman to intercept their contributions. In fact, both parties did not have the same goal. It was really too abstract.

This also explains why the higher-ups in the cults seemed to be more independent, without undergoing any weird transformations, performing different sorcery, or collapsing because their ancestors were killed.

But it doesn't matter now. Lance felt that this thing in his hand was a trouble. He originally wanted to see if he could get some good equipment, but he didn't expect it to get a pollutant.

And it was more twisted than any I had seen before, and it even felt like it was alive.

Could it be that this thing was thrown out by the ancient god? Just to deceive people into unlocking the seal?

Lance found it ridiculous just to have this thought. How could it be possible...

But if this thing is given to oneself, what does it mean to be the object of sacrifice?
Is it that even He can't handle it? Or...

In his chaotic state of mind, he suddenly felt a sense of fear. This emotion even made him feel a little unfamiliar...

"Lord Lord!"

He was awakened by shouts from outside, and seeing those people surrounding him, Lance immediately closed the thing and threw it into the showroom. Just because he could withstand the pollution, it didn't mean that others could. They might go crazy just by taking a glance at it.

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