our family is gone

Chapter 793 The Devil Comes
"Kouya!"

With a loud shout, Lance actually grabbed the monster's horns and lifted it up like a king lifting a tripod, interrupting the monster's attack.

Then it fell heavily to the ground, with a muffled sound, and the snow splashed in the shallow layer of snow on the ground.

The monster had thick skin and flesh, so it was impossible for it to be injured. It easily climbed up from the ground. The snow on its dark red skin melted quickly, and the heavy breath from the wolf head turned into white mist in the cold.

Its anger was obvious, but Lance didn't care too much. He just unbuttoned his coat and put it away. It was almost burst during the wrestling just now. The coat was quite expensive.

Lance didn't feel cold in the cold wind with only a single piece of clothing on, but instead challenged the monster.

"Warm-up exercises are over."

"Ow!"

How could the monster endure this? It rushed forward directly, but now it had learned its lesson and did not dare to charge head-on. Instead, it waved its claws forward, trying to tear the human in front of it apart with its brutal strength.

That swift speed plus powerful force would probably tear an ordinary person's flesh and blood into pieces before they could even react, but he was facing a demigod.

The sharp claw was actually broken by Lance who grabbed his wrist. However, before he could react, he was hit on the head with a punch, knocking him unconscious.

But Lance didn't stop. He held it down and started beating it violently. His fists fell on the monster like raindrops.

The monster's struggle seemed like a child's play in front of him. It was simply a one-sided abuse.

Alhazred was not surprised at all when he saw this scene, because that was the lord...

The fight went on and on, before Lance could get enough, the monster howled and shrank back. Its bones made a "cracking" sound, and its originally tall body began to shrink back. Bigby's thin figure curled up in the snow.

"Ah..." Bigby was awakened by the snow and the cold wind. He hugged himself with both hands and shivered in the cold wind. "How long has it been?"

In the past, Bigby would either wake up in the early morning or become exhausted while struggling to regain his consciousness. But how come he woke up in the blink of an eye just after he lost consciousness this time?
However, like every other transformation, I felt pain all over my body, but why did it seem to hurt more?
"Three minutes." Lance patted Bigby's shoulder with an understanding look on his face and nodded, "It's not your fault that it's fast. You're just too tired."

No one understood Lance's inexplicable words, but Lance turned around and looked at Alhazred with a smile.

"Scholars should have noticed it too, right?"

"A demon tried to take over his body, but it was clear that the demon could not control him." Alhazred narrated calmly.

Lance added, taking out a fur coat and handing it to poor Bigby to put on first.

“Another point is that this demon might have a deep connection with their family. I just discovered that the source of his transformation came from himself.

This kid might be a demon warlock, but his inheritance might have been lost and only some alchemy was left. He didn't dare to accept his own power and instead suppressed the power of his bloodline.

Their family must have had some agreement with the devil in the past. His behavior was equivalent to stealing the devil's power, but he did not fulfill the agreement such as sacrifice, so he was entangled by the devil.

Normally, the demon should devour and control you, and then invade reality, but you were captured by the church, and the locks on you just suppressed his power, so he could only fight with you, and could only gain the upper hand briefly during special rituals like the full moon night. "

As Lance was speaking, Alhazred also expressed a different opinion.

"I don't think he's a demon warlock, but more like a great wizard who controls demons. Many alchemists are masters of mysterious rituals, and their bloodlines are resistant to this stuff. Otherwise, it would be impossible to suppress it with just the tools of the church. It's just that their descendants lost the inheritance and were invaded by demons instead."

"It is possible. It is impossible for an ordinary person to be exposed to alchemy experiments for many years and still be alive. This is the power of blood. It's a pity that even a legendary wizard can't stop the family from falling..."

Bigby put on his fur coat and listened to the two people's discussion. He barely understood that his ancestors seemed to be very powerful, but the family fell into decline, leaving only alchemy, which did not rely so much on supernatural powers...

However, the male protagonist of Bigby's incident doesn't care much about it, but it is the most crucial thing.

"What should we do now?"

"Doesn't it want to enter reality? Summon the demon's true form and I'll kill it."

Lance said it casually, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

"I'll prepare the ceremony, but I think it's better to imprison it. After all, it may know about Bigby's situation."

There was clearly something hidden in Alhazred's words, which was that demons were rare materials, and the one that could invade reality alone was at least a big demon with many secrets. This was his reminder as an advisor.

"That's right, what do you think?" Lance turned to Bigby, the person involved, and asked for his opinion.

"Can mortals really imprison demons?"

"It is very difficult to seal or exile the demon, but the Lord is here, and I have at least nine ways to do it. Nine!"

Alhazred was still very confident and even emphasized one sentence.

After all, I started to consciously collect things in this area after the accident. It's a pity that it didn't help much in my peeping into the void. I didn't expect that I would need it now.

"Of course, this is something that carries a lot of risk. I think we can prepare a little before we do it, and call in a few helpers."

"Don't be afraid of it. If you can't catch it, just kill it."

Let alone demons, Lance is a man who has made deals with the Demon of Chaos. Would he be afraid of these?
His self-confidence comes from his understanding of the power of this world. If the ancestor wants to transcend, he has to find a place outside to be nurtured, because reality cannot accommodate such powerful divine power.

Who is afraid of whom when we are all demigods? I can also call Wangcai and the Terror of Chaos to fight in a group.

At Lance's urging, Alhazred arranged the ceremony, and the sacrifice was a box of blood crystals condensed in the dungeon. No demon could resist such temptation, and even the Deranged Demon was overwhelmed.

As for the anchor point of summoning, it is even simpler.

"Come on, let some blood flow."

He grabbed Bigby and cut his wrist. Blood dripped onto the strange parchment, staining the weird patterns and incomprehensible words on it red.

Alhazred held up the skull candlestick and muttered to himself, and a strange power began to emerge...

"My Lord, why are you taking off your clothes?" The wound on Bigby's wrist was healed by the Lord, but he saw the Lord start to take off his clothes. What was he doing? "I just bought these clothes. What if they get damaged?" Although Lance was confident, he was not arrogant. He knew that the fight would not be easy.

When Bigby saw the lord standing in the snow under the moonlight in just a pair of shorts, he didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only say that the lord was just like that.

But soon the situation on the other side caught his attention...

The box of blood crystals was placed in a specific arrangement, and under the effect of the ritual, it turned into blood mist that rose up, and then the space became turbulent, and the air seemed to be rippling as if by a scorching heat wave, and the flow of energy could be glimpsed.

Suddenly, the blood-stained parchment began to burn on its own, like a lighthouse on a distant voyage, attracting the attention of something in the deep sea in the dead of night.

The next second, the already unstable space was violently torn apart in the tremor, and before the things inside could even appear, a wave of evil rushed towards them.

And the thing inside finally showed its head. A pair of huge twisted horns pierced through the red fog first, and then revealed the demon that entered reality from the crack in space.

The monster stood up, perhaps three or four meters tall, with dark red skin like solidified magma, bone spurs protruding from his spine and joints, and exaggerated exposed muscles bulging like mountains, showing terrifying power.

On top of the ferocious beast head are thick red horns, the strong arms have five-fingered sharp claws, and the lower body is covered with hair that turns into arched hooves from the calves.

The first thing the monster did when it came out was to take a deep breath, swallowing up the red mist that the blood crystal had transformed into. Then it let out an excited thunderous roar, along with a terrifying aura that swept over, as if to take people's hearts away, announcing that its arrival would bring fear.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? Don't you need to sleep at night? What if you disturb the neighbors?"

Lance was not tolerant at all and started to criticize him directly, saying that the stinky outsider came to Hamlet to beg for food.

The demon noticed a few "insects". Its twisted face looked hideous, and its eyes looking down showed undisguised mockery, as if to say that they were seeking their own death.

He didn't take Lance seriously at all, and instead shifted his gaze to Bigby, which was a little strange, but more of it was anger.

With a roar, it attacked Bigby directly, as if it had some deep hatred.

Of course Lance couldn't just stand there and watch, so he rushed forward. This time the size difference was too great, and Lance couldn't do it with his bare hands, so he took out his wolf fangs and chopped at him.

The demon didn't even bother to pay attention to him. He waved his hand to swat it away like he was swatting a fly, and his arm collided with the wolf's fangs, and Lance was actually knocked away.

No, to be more precise it should be said that he was releasing the force, because the way he flipped over and landed on the ground was completely under control.

Both parties stopped for a moment, and Lance's eyes fell on the wound on the demon's arm.

You know, the wolf's fangs were extremely sharp, but when they landed on the demon, they only made a tiny cut.

The devil's power is also very strong, even Lance is unwilling to confront it head-on.

But for the devil, being hurt by a bug was a great humiliation, and he even abandoned Bigby and attacked Lance.

Lance didn't care too much. For him, as long as he could break the defense, it meant his health bar would be bright.

"Being huge doesn't have any advantages, unless you say that bleeding a lot is an advantage..."

Apply medicine directly to the wolf's fangs. This is the poisonous knife of justice!

After several rounds of collisions, Lance's figure looked as graceful as dancing under the moonlight. On the contrary, the so-called devil could not keep up with Lance's speed at all and was stabbed several times.

But the corpse-transforming spores were actually ineffective, because what flowed out of the wound was some strange acid that directly corroded the spores. The devil itself was more poisonous than poison!
"屮!"

Lance felt that the acid was even affecting the wolf's fang. If this thing wasn't blessed with legendary power, it would have been corroded long ago.

But Lance was no longer interested in scraping. What he needed was to subdue him, not play games like he was doing now.

After putting away the wolf fang, Lance raised his hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the black flame expanded and swallowed it. The next second, the black flame exploded and turned into small pieces that dissipated into the air.

He was in human form just now, but now the fully armed Lance has appeared!

His height and build also inexplicably grew a lot taller. His two-meter-tall figure seemed shorter, but his aura was no weaker than that of the demon.

The black armor has undergone a new round of transformation. It looks a lot more restrained, but it is more powerful for the user.

Finally, the demon also felt something. It felt a power in front of this mortal that was no weaker than its own, or even more powerful.

No! How can this be?

The two sides had no intention of communicating at all, because the battle broke out almost in the next second after the transformation was completed. The collision of fists was a confrontation of strength. Only at this time could ordinary people see the figures of both sides.

But this was just the beginning. The battle was far more intense than before. The two were as wild as wild beasts, and the dull sound of fists hitting flesh continued, as if they would not stop until they tore the enemy to pieces.

Everything around them was affected by the battle, and several criss-crossing furrows appeared on the ground, which were plowed out by their bodies.

Those pits were just their footsteps. The ground is now frozen, otherwise it would be even more exaggerated.

“There are many types of demons. Some rely on their powerful talents to achieve things that humans cannot. They may be proficient in combat, or they may like to cast spells, but they are all very terrifying to humans.

Normally, humans deal with this kind of demons by using supernatural powers, suppressing them through complicated and cumbersome rituals, or expelling them. Only powerful beings like the Lord dare to confront them head-on. "

Alhazred was preparing a new ritual, but he felt that Bigby beside him seemed to be affected by the breath of the devil and became agitated, so he started talking to himself.

But he did not stop his work. Finally, he grabbed a handful of blood crystals and scattered them on the ceremony as material.

Alhazred's aura changed, and then the skull candlestick broke away from his hand and floated up automatically. The candle flame surged and ignited the blood crystal, and a strange red light shot out from his eye sockets, as if devouring the power of the blood mist.

With the power of ritual, this is why the caster can cast spells beyond human limits.

It was then that Bigby heard a sentence coming from beside him.

"Now it's my turn..."