our family is gone

Chapter 839: Farm Incident
The comet fell down with scars all over it, and fluorescent fluid flowed out of it. At this moment, the fluorescence covering the comet began to dim.

As Lance swung the sword, there was a crisp sound and the crystal even cracked due to the impact, as if it was about to reveal the true core inside.

However, the horrifying scene was that the big eye in the gap suddenly opened its strange eyeball, and the keyhole-like pupil seemed to have a different kind of magic.

What Lance saw was not this scene. Instead, an indescribable force emanated from the crack.

Like smoke transforming into a ball, the colors in his eyes kept changing, even jumping out of the spectrum, rolling and jumping in the darkness, flickering and interweaving.

The strong pollution began to spread...

Lance subconsciously raised his hand to disperse it, but he didn't expect that his hand would emit a ghostly glow. At the same time, his vitality was drained, and organic matter began to dry up and turned into petrification like a shrunken monster.

"Back off! Quick!"

Lance's shouting made everyone a little unresponsive, because they couldn't see the gorgeous and changing lights at all, but they still took the initiative to move away.

Lance suddenly realized something. Their actions just now broke the crystal and released the polluting power.

What now?
Lance couldn't help but feel a little flustered, but he reacted in an instant and just killed the source.

He immediately activated the blessing, and the endless power removed the abnormal state and restored the petrified arm. Swinging the sword was useless except for stirring up the colorful light, as if it was invisible.

But in the next second, Lance rushed forward without any hesitation and crashed into the starlight. The endless power of the blessing kept his body from being eroded by the colorful light. A confrontation between petrification and recovery appeared on his skin, and his most vulnerable pupils were completely petrified.

But this did not make him retreat even a single step. His eyes could not see, but his heart could see, and his sword could see!

As the sword is thrust out in a charging posture, it is called moving forward without hesitation!

The big-eyed monster lost the protection of its stone shell and crystal, and its tentacles were cut off by Lance, leaving only flesh buds. It had no power to resist the sword.

The greatsword was inserted into the crack. Under the familiar feel, the eyeballs suddenly shrank, and the power seemed to dissipate.

Lance quickly dodged and distanced himself, but he felt a strange memory emerging in the light. He was distracted for a moment. When he came to his senses, the surrounding oil painting-like scene gradually overlapped with reality.

They returned to the deep pit, but the next scene was extremely terrifying, because the comet that was supposed to rise and was defeated by them actually remained in the same place as before.

There was no trace of the battle in the scene, as if it had all happened in a dream and now they were awake.

"How is this going?"

"Impossible, we just clearly..."

"I can't tell...I can't tell!"

Everyone couldn't help but have an emotional reaction. After all, who could easily accept that they had won after a hard battle, but it all disappeared in the blink of an eye?
Lance, the only one who remained calm, regained some residual memories from the moment of the killing just now, and these information made him seem to understand something.

The comet covered with crystals in front of you is actually just an egg. The birth of this void creature requires a lot of vitality, so it is attracted to this world.

Normally, it should start to expand its domain upon landing, devour the world, and then hatch out of it.

But the problem is that although the ancestor summoned it, he found that this thing was also plundering spirituality and turning flesh and blood into fossils. This touched upon the fundamental interests. It was impossible to leave it alone like the invisible flesh and blood and directly seal it.

And just swallowing an egg from a farm would not be enough spiritual power to hatch, so it would be forced to fall into a deep sleep until the ancestor's sealing ceremony loosened.

In other words, what they are facing is just an embryo that has not yet fully developed...

However, what is even more terrifying is that everything they experienced, the constantly changing scenes, the constantly teleporting space, were all just in the monster's dream.

In other words, what can be killed normally is just a layer of dream, it is impossible to kill the real sleeper, and the sleeper has not woken up.

Looking at the comet in front of me that seemed to be motionless, I finally understood why it was called the Sleeper.

"I had speculated before, but now my thoughts have been confirmed. We have been in its dream the whole time. We have been teleported by the Bud Green Crystal all the way. We were just dragged into one dream after another. And just now we were also in the dream created by it."

This explanation made everyone understand that when they were teleported here, they had already fallen into the sleeper's dream.

"what about now?"

"Of course it is the same now."

Tamara couldn't wait to ask, but the answer she got was simple, even a little desperate.

"So that means we'll never be able to kill it?"

"It also has no way to kill us, it can only trap us in a dream..."

Lance's irrelevant answer made the atmosphere on the scene silent. Everyone looked at the comet with an unconcealable solemnity and uneasiness in their eyes.

They couldn't understand what Lance was thinking. To be honest, it didn't matter whether they could kill it or not. What he was struggling with was another thing, which was that crystal was obviously a magical and extraordinary material, and it was also a natural high-energy polymer.

If they left the comet behind and kept sending people in to kill monsters and collect crystals to take out, it would be equivalent to them leaving behind a crystal mine, producing a stable and continuous supply of a kind of extraordinary material.

Moreover, the various complex monsters that appear in them are very suitable for training troops, and the sleeper in the dream is also unable to kill them.

It is equivalent to a welfare copy specifically used for brushing.

But the only question is how can this thing be controlled by humans, and will it develop?
Now it is just an underdeveloped embryo. Even if it was sealed by the ancestor early on, it can affect the whole place. Disrupting time and space is just an unconscious dream. How powerful is this?
And when it actually hatches, what will happen to the larvae, let alone the adults?
The few memories Lance intercepted allowed him to understand more, but he also faced more pressure.

"Of course!"

Suddenly Lance spoke up, and he even explained with a smile, "I have too many ways, and I'm considering which one to use."

The relaxed and casual tone dissipated the dark cloud in everyone's hearts, but only Lance himself knew what they were actually thinking. No one noticed the look he gave the sleeper.

He has made the decision that he cannot leave a big hole behind for the sake of immediate benefits.

Because he is not an ancestor, he does not believe in the wisdom of future generations, nor does he overestimate human capabilities. If he really believes in those things, he will be doomed.

The sleeper can only be of the greatest value to the world if he dies in his sleep. Lance stepped forward, resisted the disturbing aura, and then initiated the sacrifice.

I like to kill gods in my dreams!
The result was that they passed directly, and Lance realized that they were still in the sleeper's dream.

The next second, the void swallowed up the sleeper, and the sleeper seemed to react. The earth seemed to be shaking, and the crystals around the sleeper burst into strong light, trying to resist the unknown force.

But it was of no use at all. The power of sacrifice was that it had no limit. Even the sleeper who could stir up time and space could only struggle slightly in front of it.

But in the next second, the stone shell shattered, and a stream of interwoven colorful light burst out, as if it wanted to self-destruct. A powerful force surged out from the crack and met Lance head-on.

But the power of sacrifice still dragged it into the void first, and as if it was connected, when the comet disappeared, the crazy colors released also disappeared, and even light could not escape.

Lance's movement also paused, and when he looked again, he was covered in petrification. Fortunately, when the colorful light disappeared, many cracks soon appeared on the petrified layer. As the movement continued, the entire surface layer fell off, revealing Lance's figure.

It was like he had just changed his skin. He didn't expect that this thing would be so corrosive. If it weren't for the continuous growth of his own flesh and blood, he might have been drained dry.

Shaking off the debris, Lance focused his eyes forward, fearing that anything else might happen and he would have to sacrifice himself directly.

The void swallowed up the comet, which was directly eliminated, leaving only a pit in its place.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you lost the sustaining power?

Then there was a noise above their heads. Looking up, they found themselves under the mill. You know, the reason why the mill stood firm was the force field of the sleeper. Now it collapsed, and all kinds of bricks, stones and wood fell down.

"careful!"

Lance gave a warning, but luckily the main structure of the mill was falling outwards, so only a small amount of bricks and stones fell. Although the situation was a bit embarrassing, it was not too threatening.

Instead, the falling of the mill opened up the space that was blocking their heads. When the situation calmed down again, everyone realized that the sky above their heads was no longer the chaotic night sky, but a day with light snow falling.

The appearance of this scene proved that the time and space that was originally disturbed by unknown forces began to be corrected by reality. The cold was eroding this barren land, but it made everyone inexplicably relieved.

"Is this snow...over?"

"We succeeded!"

"Let's go out first."

Lance motioned for them to go out and left along the collapsed brick and stone steps.

Lance, who stayed behind, raised his hand and grabbed into the void. In his hand, there was a strange sphere the size of a human head. The surface was covered with a textured stone shell, and there were some irregular cracks on it that divided it into pieces.

Lance activated it out of curiosity, and the stone shell loosened, revealing a core condensed from a crystal cluster.

Looking at the thing floating in my hand, isn’t this the sleeper trumpet that appeared among the shrunken monster?

Just by slightly opening the changing colorful light, the power began to affect the outside world, which scared Lance so much that he quickly covered it up. However, the brief contact just now also made him understand something.

This thing is the [Crystal Seed], the core of the Sleeper, and its effect is very direct, which is to crystallize everything that has been plundered of the vitality around it.

If you had this thing when you were fighting in the dungeon, you could just take it out and shine a light on it, and the flesh and blood would crystallize.

Lance suddenly became more determined in his choice to kill the sleeper and obtain a controllable crystal process.

"grown ups!"

The call from above made Lance react. When he walked up, he found that the surrounding environment seemed to have accelerated through more than ten years in an instant. Things like wood rotted quickly, and the buildings that originally belonged to the farm had basically collapsed.

Lance bent down and pinched some soil, looking a little helpless.

Even Hamlet's originally fertile land became barren, as if it were polluted land, and perhaps a weed would never grow here again.

Now a thin layer of snow covers the land, making it look even more desolate...

"Pack up and go back."

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Hamlet.

The pirate trial ended after more than ten days. Only the bodies that were frozen in the square by water had not been removed. Next to each body was a notice with all the charges against them, announcing to outsiders what had happened here.

Some people were even frightened to death when they saw those guys who died in various ways when they were taken there.

Ordinary people were more concerned about the nobles than the pirates. Lan specially arranged for a lowest-level pirate to perform a dissection on a noble to show everyone in the most intuitive way that there was no difference between the so-called nobles and the lowly pirates.

Doctors are even arranged to explain the workings of human organs and the principles of disease in order to break various long-standing rumors and perceptions and promote Hamlet's new medical system.

The impact of this method was enormous, because the dissected bodies, along with their organs, were frozen in ice and displayed to the public.

Nobles are no different from ordinary people. Once this idea emerges, it will spread quickly and many people cannot accept it.

As the event ended, the excitement did not subside. Instead, more and more people came here, especially businessmen.

The so-called business association was originally an extremely loose organization, mainly a platform for several big businessmen to communicate with each other.

Now Lance has revealed various things. It would have been fine if these things had not been weighed, but now that they have been directly exposed, their internal conflicts have been provoked.

Strangely enough, Totnes also killed them, but he just killed the pirates secretly. Hamlet also killed many merchants supported by Totnes who colluded with pirates. Although it was not made public, everyone could guess what happened when they disappeared.

However, those businessmen still came to seek opportunities, because Hamlet's murder was a legal punishment, and you would only be killed if you were guilty.

Of course, it was more for the sake of interests. Hamlet had already announced the reopening of the trade route and now had come up with a preliminary plan for those merchants to come and discuss.

It's not that I don't allow you to do business, but you have to follow my rules.

In the face of interests, no one cares about the dead merchants. They are all eager to get a piece of the pie from the reopened trade route.