our family is gone

Even so, Lance did not sense the most obvious sign of nobility from the monster's pretentious appearance, that is, the family crest and seal. If he was a noble, he would have wanted to stick it on his face.

From this we can see that the guests invited by the ancestor are merely so-called celebrities, also called gentlemen.

Under the feudal aristocracy, the title of gentleman was a symbol of dignity and respect, awarded to people of high social status who aspired to become knights, especially members of a class such as landlords or wealthy businessmen who were above gentleman and below knight.

Simply put, it is a placebo, but it is enough to be used as a stepping stone to enter the circle, just like when they received the invitation from the ancestor to come here, basically they are gentlemen and celebrities in Hamlet and its surrounding areas.

However, even those noble nobles fell into the clutches of the Scarlet Curse. The title did not bring them any effect. It was obvious that these gentlemen were also infected.

No matter how they dress up, pretentiously, and self-inflate their frivolous cruelty, they lose almost no dignity when their bloodthirsty instincts take over, revealing the true monsters hidden beneath their complex exteriors.

The blood that Lance had deliberately dripped just now awakened the trio of monsters, but it did not quench their thirst for blood. On the contrary, they attacked Lance even more hungrily.

The last gentleman seemed to want to maintain his last bit of dignity. He drew out the rapier he carried with him and stabbed straight towards Lance, passing the beggar and the servant.

Long stab strikes back!

In an era when duels and competitions were popular, even gentlemen would practice specifically, and their movements and postures would show their gentlemanly elegance, and they might actually know a few tricks.

But the one in front of it is Lance...

He blocked it with a single swing of the sword, and this single blow was an unbearable weight for these gentlemen.

But what's interesting is the actions of the servants following beside him at this time. Even though they have turned into blood descendants, they still subconsciously imitate the behavior of former humans, allowing them to still retain the instinct to help their masters by using their own bodies and plates to protect them.

Dedicated service!

The servant rushed forward and raised the plate to block it, but the blood-drinking magic blade easily cut the silver tray and the servant together.

Instant kill!

The blood beggar who was squeezed at the back finally found an opportunity. The moment he rushed forward, the tick on his head opened its mouth and sprayed disgusting liquid towards Lance.

Pre-digest!

That's the way insects inject digestive juices into their prey's bodies to dissolve the flesh and blood. Obviously, there will be no good outcome if you come into contact with it.

Even Lance was forced to retreat and dodge by the disgusting digestive juice. He didn't want to get stuck to it at all, so he counterattacked and shot directly at the tick's shriveled head. Unfortunately, these guys were very tenacious.

However, even Lance did not expect what happened next.

The servant was chopped to death by Lance in order to protect himself, but when the blood splashed on the gentleman, his hunger and thirst could no longer be suppressed. The gentleman grabbed the servant and bit him like a madman, sucking his bones and blood.

Hungry!

Even Lance was a little surprised by the crazy look, because after sucking blood, the so-called gentleman could no longer maintain his body shape and began to change.

Its mouth was full of fangs covered in blood and flesh residue and stretched wide, its spike-like mouthparts stained with blood and lengthened, and its limbs mutated and grew insect-like sharp legs. Its lower body even had two torn pants popping out from its waist, forming a four-legged supporting body with the mutated legs, and its buttocks turned into a mosquito-like tail sac.

However, the blood beggar who was shot back by Lance could not escape. He was pounced on by the tick and started sucking its butt wildly, and the gentleman's tail sac was swollen and full due to blood.

The gentleman, who finally swallowed the blood and revealed his bloodthirsty form, had no way to suppress his madness. He left the beggar who had been sucked dry and attacked Lance.

Evil transformation stab!

The four pointed feet quickly pushed the body forward, and with a sudden jump, the two arms that turned into pointed feet stabbed forward.

Lance swung his sword and cut off the two thorns directly, but he didn't expect that the two feet growing from its waist would stab out so flexibly.

Front leg thrust!

Lance retreated and dodged. Even if it entered a bloodthirsty state, it still couldn't keep up with the speed of the demigod. It raised its sword and slashed while retreating and advancing.

The slender sword body brought a larger attack range, and it could easily cut it off with a single stroke. The growing shells could not stop it at all.

It can be said that if it were not for Lance's observation, they would not have had any time to transform.

Lance sacrificed the body, and this time he finally got some spirituality.

"Gentleman... Humph! He is nothing but a scumbag."

He continued to move forward with the sword in hand, and forks in the road began to appear. The only things that remained unchanged were the numerous insect nests and cocoons, and of course the annoying buzzing sound that seemed to never stop, as if the fog covering the place was made up of those mosquitoes and was endless.

Until Lance met a mysterious figure among those insect eggs. It was wrapped in rags. It was not entirely a human, nor was it entirely an insect. It was kneeling on the ground. It did not attack Lance, but just raised its hand with marks of mutation as if it was craving for something.

Lance knew very well what the vampire wanted, but he was more curious about how it could resist its bloodthirsty desire and not attack him. He wanted to pick up the rag with the tip of his sword, but at this time he heard it making a mysterious mutter mixed with deep fear!
The next second he stood up and tried to escape, but was cut in half by Lance's sword.

Subsequent examination revealed that it was more like an incompletely developed deformed baby. No wonder it was expelled from the group and lived in seclusion. It was lucky that it was not eaten by others. It seems that the hierarchy within the bloodline is strict.

This little episode did not stop Lance. He was chasing the mosquitoes not for these things. He found a large number of insect cocoons attached to the dead tree heads and a large number of mosquitoes buzzing around.

He went up and stabbed the cocoon with his sword, draining the vitality of the cocoon. Immediately, the guarding mosquitoes attacked Lance like a cloud of plague.

Lance was not afraid of the seemingly endless plague insects at all. On the contrary, he liked to kill mosquitoes the most. He raised the Holy Grail to explode them all and absorb their blood. He let the insects rush towards him, but if they got close, he would explode and turn into imperceptible blood energy.

As the number of mosquitoes increased, even the Holy Grail could not keep up with the refining. The thin blood mist gradually became thicker, attracting more mosquitoes, and then continued to explode!
Lance only needed to stand where he was, letting the blood mist flow into the cup and condense into drops of bright red. Listening to the exploding sound was as inexplicably relaxing as eating popcorn, and it was more fun than killing the blood descendants.

The way he held up the Holy Grail looked like an angel sent by God to purify the filth of the world. When he was done, a thick blanket made of dead mosquitoes had accumulated around him.

Set it on fire again and watch the flames devour it. There is only one word that can describe his feelings at this moment.

Cool!
We continued to move forward until we came to a depression. Geological changes caused most of the man-made buildings here to sink into the swamp. The surrounding area was covered with dense cattails, rushes, reeds and other common aquatic plants, which obscured the environment below. No one knew what they would step on.

The difference is that there are no insect nests and cocoons everywhere, nor are there blood descendants thirsting for blood, as if this is a rare quiet place. But is it really so?
Lance's eyes wandered among the reeds, and suddenly he smiled, took out a grenade, lit it and threw it out.

When the explosion sounded in the puddle, it immediately alarmed the monster lurking in it, causing the reeds to sway.

How can there be “big fish” in shallow water?

A large area of ​​cattails was knocked down by the movement, and the guy who was hiding was easily dragged out by Lance, revealing his hideous face.

Overall it looks like a crocodile, with the iconic crocodile head, but what makes it look creepy is the high bulge on its back, which is densely covered with irregular holes.

It looked similar to the insect nests we had burned along the way, but one look at it was enough to drive a trypophobic person crazy, because it was growing in flesh and blood, inside a living body.

It no longer crawls on the ground, but has its front half raised like a mantis, but its limbs have insect-like limbs, and its front limbs are longer and thicker, with sharp ends. Its lower abdomen has been transformed into short and thick spikes, and even has an extra pair of legs to support its body.

A hybrid of a crocodile and a mosquito. It seems that the scarlet curse not only infects humans, but even nature cannot escape it.

However, this thing did not attack crazily at the first moment. Instead, it moved cautiously in the swamp. However, its eyes were fixed on Lance, and its body showed fluctuations of extraordinary power.

Hibernating fear!

Even the movement of moving forward revealed cautious trial. Could it be that the descendants transformed from beasts are actually calmer than those transformed from humans?
But Lance seemed to have retained the hunting habits from when he was a crocodile. He liked to play dumb when approaching, and then attack suddenly when the prey was alert.

Lance didn't want to go into the water, so he took out his gun and fired a shot in an attempt to provoke the creature and lure it ashore.

The bullet hit the body, and the pain caused by the tearing of flesh caused the monster to remove its disguise and immediately launch a counterattack towards Lance, but the method was a bit strange.

Corrupted Swarm!

There was a stir in the insect nest on the back, and countless tiny mosquitoes flew out and attacked Lance.

Lance raised the Holy Grail to take the mosquito away, but the crocodile's strange limbs gave it good speed, and it took this opportunity to rush forward.

Tear, scratch and bite!

The crocodile opened its long, fang-filled mouth as if to bite, while waving its alienated forelimbs in an attempt to grab its prey and drag it into the swamp.

Lance was not surprised at all, because he had been waiting for this moment. He swung the sword, and when the blade landed on the crocodile, Lance felt a different feeling.

The crocodile's body was tougher than those transformed human descendants, and the sword did not cut it in half, but only left an exaggerated scar on its body.

This frightened the crocodile, and it turned around and hid in the reeds.

Dive into the mire!

But the movement was too big to be concealed. One could see that the body, which was originally raised up, was now crouching above the water, with most of it buried in the mud. After a short respite, the wound began to improve slightly thanks to the powerful vitality of the blood descendant.

Lance didn't want to go down at all. The big sword in his hand disappeared, and instead he took out the harpoon with a barb and threw it over there.

Whale hunting hook spear!

Pushed by the surging force, the harpoon instantly penetrated into it and pierced the bulge in the back.

The crocodile struggled as the harpoon pierced its flesh and blood. The sound of it slapping the water surface was heard, and then the rope suddenly tightened.

Lance stood still, pulling the rope with one hand to wrestle with the crocodile, constantly turning the rope around his wrist as if he was fishing, and dragged it out of the mud again.

The crocodile now realized that it could not escape and completely gave up on trying to flee. It even took the initiative to attack, pouncing towards Lance in the most ferocious manner.

Brutal hunting!

It completely gave up the sharpness of its limbs and instead opened its bloody mouth. Once it bit something, it would spin its head wildly. Over a long period of time, no one knew how many things it had dragged into the mud.

But why did it think it could withstand the second sword swung by Lance?

The disappeared sword blade fell into his hand again, and this sword directly cut off half of the head from the corner of the mouth. When he jumped onto the shore, only the twitching corpse was left.

Even if crocodile skin is tougher, that is only relative.

The first time he encountered a monster, Lance preferred to sacrifice it to see if he could get some equipment, but the spiritual power given by it made him a little disappointed, so he turned around and left the depression.

Those nobles back then really knew how to enjoy themselves. Lance had been hanging out outside for so long but was only in the outer area, and the most common things he saw were mosquitoes, and various insect nests and cocoons.

As for the blood descendants, they are the blood beggars and servants, or the exiled deformed monsters who are craving for blood.

And as he walked further in past the low-lying area where the crocodile appeared, he saw even more remains of the buildings. In other words, he finally passed through the outer garden area and entered the core of the courtyard, which was the area of ​​the mansions.

Here he finally encountered two new enemies, and they showed the impact of the Scarlet Curse on different humans.

A mosquito, without too many weird deformities on its body, but its torso is as thick as a thigh, and with its drooping limbs and buzzing wings, it looks like half a person's height.

Lance thought that the fist-sized ones he had encountered before were already outrageous, but now this mosquito was even bigger than a falcon, and it felt like it could suck a person dry with one bite.

It was obvious that it was infected and became a blood descendant like the crocodile. The power of the curse gave it an extraordinary size and, of course, the ability to spread the curse.

Although the second type should be classified as the descendants of humans, the degree of alienation is too high. Gentlemen need to suck blood to completely change, and it has already shown a very exaggerated appearance.

Black shells grew on most parts of the body, and even the head had no flesh and blood visible. It had a similar ferocious face, but with a pair of antennae on its forehead, and its head looked like a locust.

The arms have evolved into two exaggerated sharp claws, but the torso has become like a fat silkworm, with countless pairs of short legs extending from the chest to the tail in the lower abdomen, but this structure requires it to rely on some building debris to stand.

It can be said that he does not look like a human at all. One can only vaguely tell that he is a knight from his tattered clothes and hair style. (End of this chapter)