our family is gone

Chapter 796: The church is incompetent, it seems I have to leave!

The ruins of Hamlet in the middle of the night are not silent, but dead silent.

After losing humans, such large urban clusters are actually quieter than wilderness forests, because without animals, even insects wither in the cold wind.

To the Scorpion Mercenaries, every sound seemed to be amplified several times; even the burning bonfire seemed exceptionally clear.

Scorpion didn't know the exact purpose of the church, but he had no choice but to take the task for the money. He didn't know if it was because of his last experience that made him nervous and unable to sleep, so he took the initiative to ask to guard the first half of the night.

Nothing happened that night. Even the mice were too lazy to bother them. Apart from the whistling wind outside, everything was so peaceful. It seemed that he was just thinking too much.

When the time came for someone else to take over the night watch, he fell into a deep sleep until he was woken up again.

"Something happened to the leader!"

Scorpion suddenly woke up as if he had been on countless adventures. He quickly stood up with his weapon tightly in his hand. After his teammates shouted, he realized that it was not an enemy attack.

He quickly walked out of the window and looked out. He heard loud noises coming from the church not far away. The flashing light shone through the glass curtain wall or broken windows of the church hall, which was very obvious in the darkness.

"How to do?"

They all expected a fight to happen. After all, the church was more than just an auditorium, but a huge complex of buildings, not to mention the skeletons hiding within.

But what kind of skeleton is capable of fighting with such intensity?

Scorpion pondered for a moment with a serious expression, and then he reassured everyone, "The church's team is very strong, they should win."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the shining light dimmed, and the nervous crowd fell into silence.

Scorpion is a little hard to say, no way? No way? Where are the legendary strongmen and the champion team? Martyr, please save them...

“They haven’t paid yet?”

For this kind of mission, a small deposit is given in advance, and the big payout will come later. The church's reputation here means there is no shortage of money, and Scorpion didn't worry too much at first, but it's hard to say whether he can get the money now.

"Pack your things. If the people in the church can't solve it, there's nothing we can do."

Scorpion was so distressed. With this calculation, the film could barely cover the costs and might even result in a loss.

But it’s no use worrying about these things at this time. In a state of frustration, I decided to immediately choose the first mercenary strategy - run away!
"Captain, everyone knows that we went in with the church members. If..."

Someone reminded me that if something really happened to the people in the church, no one would run out, but they escaped instead.

By then, regardless of whether they are related or not, everyone will probably go to the Court of Inquiry to warm themselves by the fire. It is really heartwarming in such a cold winter.

"Damn! Why am I so unlucky!"

Scorpion finally couldn't hold it in any longer and exploded. Why did he feel like this damn place was targeting him?

Countless adventures in crisis did not make him lose his mind. Instead, he sneered and said this.

"This is Hamlet. The Inquisition can't reach here. At worst, I won't leave."

Everyone felt relieved when they heard this. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to save him, but they knew their own strength.

After all, among them, only Scorpion has the strength to be a master, and the others are just elites, which is very good compared to most mercenaries, but it is not good enough here.

"If Hamlet's guards were here, they might be able to save them."

No one could fall asleep again, even if the wind that had stopped started blowing again and continued to blow. No one wanted Martin and the others to return safely more than they did.

"Come out! Come out!"

Scorpion and the others immediately came to their senses after hearing the shouts. The team that had arrogantly entered the church yesterday was defeated and retreated after just one night.

You have to know that before you went in, there were only about ten people including four masters and the knight, and there were also ten fanatics.

But now, less than half of the entire team were able to make it out alive. None of the fanatics who followed the team were able to get out, and there were only two knights left.

Among the four people, the bishop was gone, but the old man Martin was still alive and tenaciously. The remaining knight commander and candle priest were not in much better condition. No one knew what had happened, and they didn't dare to ask anyway.

"Get out of here, quickly!"

Without them having to say anything, the Scorpion Mercenaries were already prepared and left quickly before dawn, as if something was chasing them.

The snow had not melted yet, otherwise those restless skeletons would have been enough to give these guys a hard time. They fled back along the way they came and did not return to the town until dawn.

No matter how much they hated the lord, there was no doubt that he gave them a strong sense of security at this moment.

"This is just due to information asymmetry. Report it to the higher-ups and send more people. If we can get one or two holy relics, we can definitely kill that monster."

With so many losses, even the loss of a bishop, the water here is too deep, and the Knight Commander would rather call for help.

Brother Martin reminded, "Without his consent, the church members cannot enter Hamlet in large numbers. It is estimated that our actions were tacitly approved by him. Now it seems that he had already guessed that we would fail."

"Now what?"

"The monster is no longer important. The saint is the key. Judging from the traces left behind, the saint finally left the church, but we don't know where he went."

"Who? That lord?" The Knight Commander's dull voice also showed hesitation.

Before, he could have ignored the lord, but now think about how powerful that man must be to suppress Hamlet's rebellious cult?
There is not a single fool among the strong people who can reach this level.

"I'll go see him and hope I can get help." Martin knew that there was nothing they could do unless Lance spoke up.

But when it comes to the Saints, he can't dwell on these things anymore. Face doesn't exist for him.

"Will he cooperate with us?"

"I don't know, but I once saved his guards during the turmoil in the ruins. Although I don't like him, I have to admit that he is a man who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment."

Martin's face under the hood was full of endless fatigue. Hamlet was like a nightmare that he could never escape from...

Lance spent a whole night to complete the inventory of all the supplies in the wizard tower. It was actually a little messy, but everything was classified and recorded.

Following the legendary wizard's gaze, Lance learned a lot of knowledge that he had never heard of before. After finishing these, he began to scan the books. He did not focus on the locked books at the beginning, but started from the library.

Lance is not stupid, or rather, his strength no longer allows him to be stupid. It's just a matter of thinking. After all, the limit of human beings is just his lower limit.

Before, there was simply not enough time and energy to study this aspect, and more was focused on construction and war.

Now of course we have to start studying these things, which is also like digging for gold to some extent, and maybe we can find something interesting.

You are really turning the pages of a book, just like reading a novel. All kinds of weird things are quite interesting. I can only say that the extraordinary world still has its merits.

At this moment, Lance suddenly stopped and looked aside at the giant wolf that was walking out of the void.

Seeing this, Lance raised his hand and stroked the wolf's head. He could feel the touch of real hair, and the communication between the two was completed in a moment.

"What a waste! A legend with three champions and a bunch of people can't even take down a church."

From Lance's complaints, we can tell that he knows about the church's actions. How could he ignore those guys here on his territory?

Martin said that it was indeed true after the lord's tacit consent, but Lance just wanted them to chew a tough bone. After all, Hamlet's current strategy is to deal with the ruins and open up trade routes.

I just didn't expect them to be so bad. A team with this configuration couldn't even take down the church...

"How's the collection of locations of those necromancers going?"

Of course, Lance was asking Wangcai. He dared to take the army outside and left his personal guards in the city, and also left Wangcai at the ruins.

Even if a riot occurs, Wangcai's strength is enough to suppress it. What's more important is that he can use his spiritual body to travel among them, peeking into the reality from the void to find the location of those necromancers.

That's right, more than one.

The origin of these necromancers is very simple. They began to be exposed to mysticism after the revelation of the ancestor. Controlling life and death was a major part of their early pursuit and practice.

The ancestor was eager to learn at first, and hooked up with a witch, but was later kicked out by her. However, his ambition was endless, and he was not willing to stop at pondering the meaning of such lowly and despicable things as the twitching of a dead mouse's legs?

Therefore, the ancestor found a way to invite the top experts and scholars from overseas at the cost of sheltering these guys who were excluded by the world and providing resources to support their research.

The ancestor was eager to explore their advanced knowledge and share with them certain alchemical processes and techniques he had discovered that produced terrible but amazing effects.

This process is definitely the honeymoon period of the cooperation between the two parties. With the support of the genius Lao Zu, their research will be more successful.

But this guy had a habit of squeezing them dry and then stabbing them in the back, no matter if they were witches or pirates, and these wizards were no exception. After the old ancestor learned everything he wanted to know from these visitors, he killed them all while they were sleeping.

The ancestor then accomplished a feat that astounded even the most experienced necromancers - he resurrected all of his colleagues with their intelligence almost intact.

However, after losing the constraints of humanity, they resumed their horrific business - raising the dead to raise the dead, endlessly, year after year... forever.

The skeleton that was stripped of flesh and blood by the ancestor's ritual became what it is now after a long time, with skeletons filling the ruins.

To put it simply, it was the ancestors' fault. Brother Martin guessed correctly that when the ruins lost their function of diverting adventurers, concealing actions and paralyzing the cult, they became an obstacle to Hamlet's development.

Lance had already started to let Wangcai go on reconnaissance, and the plan to deal with the ruins was only approved the day before yesterday. This shows the consistency of the policy. He is not going to rush into it head-on like the church, and then die with his head tilted.

"Damn it, the church is incompetent. I have to leave!"

Lance closed the book. He was worried that he had no place to test his sword. Getting a good thing but not being able to use it is like becoming addicted.

"Go gather the guards and prepare to attack the ruins."

However, before the order was given, Martin showed up.

"Does your Excellency wish to see me?"

"See you." Lance didn't hesitate much, as if he had known it for a long time.

Martin was not qualified to talk in Lance's study, so they met in the living room.

"I'm glad you came to see me, but I don't like your attitude." Lance sat down and looked at the visitor.

"Please forgive my previous offense." Martin admitted his mistake directly. He also knew that this level of temptation was unnecessary, so he asked directly, "We hope to obtain information about the saints, and we are willing to pay a certain price for this."

"I can tell you without all this." Lance actually had no intention of causing trouble. Instead, he agreed directly.

"Really!" Brother Martin even felt guilty for a moment. Could it be that he had been overthinking before? Was this man really that kind of hero?

"Come with me." Lance just waved his hand to signal him to calm down, and then took him outside.

The two finally stopped in front of several tombstones in the Heroes Cemetery, and Lance began to tell the story.

"We discovered information about the Ascension Sect when we stormed their headquarters..."

No matter what they did, they really burned themselves after all. Lance didn't mind talking about it, so as not to lose the story of those people's resistance to the evil god. After all, it was not only people from the church at that time, they were all heroes.

Of course, another reason is that the equipment of those guys is in his hands, and he has to find a way to make it reasonable, so the content mentioned must be his version.

In the previous catastrophe, the saints took the lead, and everyone gathered to seal the ceremony. Nothing changed much, and the road was forged with human lives, and then... nothing happened.

"They all died before the new god worshipped by the Ascension Sect. Later we collected their remains and buried them here."

Martin was completely dumbfounded. If he had known earlier, he should have come and asked directly. So many people were lost for no reason, and the answer was right in front of him.

But something is wrong, right?

“Why don’t I feel the power of the Saints?”

"I'm not from the church, how would I know?" Lance pretended to be dumb and pointed at the tombstone where the archbishop was buried. "He was wearing church clothes. Isn't he your saint?"

Martin could only explain and describe what a saint should look like. Lance took the opportunity to ask a few more questions and learn more from him.

"Anyway, what we found were three skeletons with obvious features and a pile of ashes mixed with burnt cloth." Lance pointed to another unmarked tombstone, "I think it is the saint you are looking for."

(End of this chapter)