Our family is in decline

Although the police sergeant could no longer tell that he was a human being, he seemed to still have some thinking. He shouted to Lance, "Hahaha! This is the power of God. There is no way you can defeat me!"

The successive offensive setbacks made Lance feel that this guy was difficult to deal with, and this scene couldn't help but remind him of something.

Was it really the ancestor who took action?

But the monster transformed by the sergeant didn't give him time to think. It became extremely aggressive and rushed directly towards him, waving its distorted hands.

In an instant, he threw away his doubts and faced him with his sword.

Speaking of which, in most of Lance's previous battles, he had never encountered an enemy who could block one of his moves, so he had never been able to figure out the approximate level of his own strength, but now this meaty target is a good reflection of his [brave] ability. strength.

Lance's constant attempts to attack left wounds on his body. Although they healed instantly, they also gave him a rough idea of ​​the monster's strength.

Although the Sheriff looks strange, his actual combat ability is not very good. He is like a child holding a kitchen knife, dangerous but equally fragile.

If faced with ordinary soldiers or ordinary people, I'm afraid it can go on a killing spree, but apart from the fear caused by its distorted appearance, it would be a bit unsatisfactory against a brave man like Lance.

The long sword cut open the flesh and blood, and the monster suffered pain, but it did not recover this time. At the same time, Lance also noticed that the monster's belly was deflated, and he immediately understood that it required consuming flesh and blood to recover, and it was not healing out of thin air like using his own skills. .

But in the next second, the monster waved its tentacles, grabbed the corpse on the ground, put it into its mouth, and chewed it. The exposed wound healed again.

"Hahaha! The blood is flowing, become a part of me."

The monster was shouting, but he didn't notice the drastic change in Lance's face and murmured in his mouth.

"That's my sacrifice...how dare you...how dare..." Lance clenched the sword with both hands and suddenly shouted, "You are asking for your own death!"

A roar erupted with a terrifying aura. Lance's face was ferocious as if he was in a violent rage. He picked up the long sword and struck directly. His original offensive and defensive style suddenly changed. The long sword was swung with the blessing of brute force, without any rules. But it transformed into the purest and most terrifying attack.

The left arm that had been able to block the blade just now made a shattering sound after being touched. At the same time, the monster's body staggered uncontrollably.

Lance actually relied on strength to repel the monster, and the carapace on his left arm also cracked.

The storm-like attack did not stop, and even became more violent. It didn't wait for it to recover and strike again.

He was retreating steadily, the tentacles of his right arm were cut off, the carapace of his left arm was largely shattered, and his body was covered with scars that had no time to heal.

At this moment, the monster found that he had no room for resistance.

impossible! I am God's dependent. How could a person chosen by God not be able to defeat an ordinary person?

It must be that the power is not enough... not enough!

"God, I dedicate everything to You, please give me more power!"

It's a pity that its prayers have no effect at all, as if it has been abandoned by the so-called God.

This situation completely plunged the monster into despair. Lance actually single-handedly caused the monster to fall into torture and be surrounded by fear.

Lance discovered his weirdness, but it was unable to cause more damage before, let alone now. On the contrary, when it collapsed, the long sword slashed diagonally, even if it was deformed under the exaggerated power. The flesh was unable to withstand it, the carapace was completely shattered, and the left arm flew out.

Then he twisted his body and exerted force, and the next sword cut directly into the monster's waist, and the blade cut into half of the spine.

If the sharpness hadn't been sharply weakened by the fierce battle, this sword could have cut it in half.

But the huge wounds caused also caused the monster to lose its final ability to resist.

He kicked it fiercely, used the force to draw out the long sword, and slashed the monster's neck with his backhand sword. This time, there was no muscle to block it, and he cut off the head directly to end the battle.

The monster's handless and headless body, which was almost cut into a stick, paused for two seconds, and then collapsed. However, Lance did not relax at all, but inserted the long sword in his hand into the protruding tumor on the chest.

Afraid of being a corpse, Lance raised his hand and activated [Sacrifice], and the void swallowed him up, leaving only tattered clothes and no trace of flesh and blood.

It seems that not every cultist can have the strength of the butler to struggle in the sacrifice, not to mention that this is just a trash fish.

The gift was returned. Originally, Lance thought that his transformation would be somewhat special, but he never thought that it would just be the most ordinary experience value.

It's right to think about it. If it was really the ancestor who entered the body, how could he possibly defeat him? It should have just inspired some secret skills like the first wolf. It seems that the methods of this Ascension Sect are not just as simple as incense, but there are many more. It's something I don't understand.

With a long breath, Lance looked at the long sword in his hand. He couldn't withstand the brute force of his sword, and the blade had many chips and dents.

The former owner of this long sword placed in the showroom by a collector was probably also a skilled swordsman. If he knew that he was treating his sword like this, would he be so angry that he would be alive~

However, Lance didn't pay too much attention to this. In fact, this was a normal thing. Weapons and armors were consumables, even metals, which required a lot of time to maintain.

However, there are several swords in his showroom. If they are worn out, they can be replaced. It doesn't hurt anyway.

Walking to the candlestick, Lance looked at the blood candle, but he couldn't see anything special about it. At least it didn't have a spiritual light, so it wasn't an extraordinary item. As for increasing the chance of being watched by gods, it was unlikely that the ancestors were still there. He has not become a god, let alone the real god who is still sleeping.

But there must be a reason, otherwise the cultists wouldn't have bothered to make these things and display them on such important occasions as sacrificial ceremonies.

I tried to activate [Sacrifice] but there was no response at all. It seemed that the mysterious existence didn't like this either.

Thinking of the blasphemous way this thing was made, he felt sick, and just then there was a knock on the door, and Lance turned his head and looked over...

In the indescribable mysterious hall, a wall of flesh and blood composed of large tracts of deformed flesh and blood clings to the wall, and inside is a black iron with twisted and strange flesh and blood, as if an altar with life standing in it.

Several people wearing gold-rimmed black robes were surrounding in front of them. Their whole bodies were shrouded in black robes. They stood motionless for a long time, as if they were not living creatures but sculptures, but they could hear the slight squirming and friction among them. Voices.

Until a certain moment, one of them suddenly moved, and a voice that was not like what humans can make but imitated human speech came out.

"There is a seed that dies..."