Our family is in decline

Boudica didn't hesitate at all, and took the opportunity to round the halberd with both hands and slash it at the ghoul's defenseless body.

But the monster's defense was strong. This blow did not completely split the monster's body. It only penetrated half a palm deep and was stuck. At the same time, the threat of death also woke it up from the dizziness.

Boudica did not stop, turned around and used strength to withdraw the halberd, so as not to fall into the previous situation.

But when the ghoul woke up, the first thing he did not fight was to try to escape with the wounds on his body.

But Barristan on the other side finally got rid of the fear in his heart.

He is not afraid of death, so what else can he be afraid of?

"I have nothing to fear!" Barristan picked up the Morning Star Hammer in his hand and swung it, a steady stream of power emerging from his muscles.

His physique is not ordinary. Although he looks white with white beard and hair, he is actually less than fifty years old. He has been active in various battlefields all year round and is often injured and his body is exhausted.

But when the hidden wounds on the body are eliminated by the Lord's blessing, the prime of life is greatly extended, and the power contained in the body will tilt towards the enemy.

How could Boudica, who also had red eyes, let it go?

The halberd waved and continued to drag the ghouls into the quagmire of war.

The ghoul appears to be powerful. A pair of sharp claws can kill seven people, and its powerful body can withstand swords and guns.

But what it faced before was just unarmed serfs. Once it faced professional warriors, it became a joke once its rhythm was figured out.

The ability of human beings to survive in this world and occupy most of the resources is not due to weakness.

Lance did not take action, but stood guard with William on the outside.

He could see that Boudica was holding back her breath and needed to find an opponent for her to vent her anger. It was obvious that the ghoul was the punching bag.

Similarly, Barristan was also played by this guy, so he naturally wanted to use it to prove himself.

If he goes up by himself, I'm afraid the battle will be over with one sword strike. The power of the [Master] level is not something this kind of thing can resist.

The shield blocked the sharp claws of the ghoul, and the Morning Star Hammer in his hand hit the joint again, and finally made a cracking sound of bones. Under so many attacks, even the tree stump could not withstand it, and his body immediately collapsed. Unable to maintain balance, he half-knelt on the ground.

Previously, it was difficult for them to directly attack the upper body of the ghoul due to their height, but now Boudica seized the opportunity.

"Kouya!"

He let out a howl from his mouth, raised his halberd high and jumped up hard to deliver the finishing blow.

I still had some strength left before, but now I don't have any at all, and all the strength in my body has been squeezed out.

With the blessing of power, the halberd drew an invisible arc. The ax blade of the halberd struck the ghoul's forehead, but the sound of gold and iron clashing was heard. The powerful power was instilled and directly transformed his figure. All swayed.

A powerful blow!

This time, there was no stagnant feeling like chopping down dead wood. On the contrary, the halberd made of fine steel exploded with the power it should have and cut in instantly, causing the ghoul to hang its arms low and completely lose it. vitality.

Wangcai rushed forward and pushed the ghoul's huge body down, and the battle ended.

Boudica kicked the ghoul on the head and pulled out the halberd, still breathing heavily. It looked like he was very tired. After all, not everyone can refresh their status like Lance.

"Hahaha!" But at this time she burst out laughing boldly, and the cheerful expression on her face seemed like she had been holding it in for a long time and finally let it out.

Barristan's condition seemed to be much better. He knew how to save his energy on the battlefield to deal with the more intense subsequent battles. However, the continuous resistance and hammer swing also made a look of fatigue appear on his face.

Na Wangcai was still very excited. When the ghoul fell down, he ran to Lance as soon as possible, as if he was asking for credit.

"Okay, okay, I'll count you for your contribution." Lance took out the dried meat and fed it to it, and at the same time stroked the wolf's head to calm it down.

This guy Wangcai held the dried meat in his mouth but did not eat it directly. Instead, he set his eyes on Figgus who was standing aside, with a show off look that even a dog could understand.

"Fuck, you can just eat, why are you pretending?" Lance slapped the wolf's head with his backhand to make the guy restrain himself.

Jealousy is not a good thing. Fortunately, Figes has a good upbringing and is completely indifferent to Wangcai's provocation.

Not bothering to care about this silly dog, Lance stood up and came to the ghoul.

"How about it? The new weapons I gave you will work fine."

"It's even better than what I did before!" Boudica raised her halberd and looked like she liked it very much. After all, no warrior wouldn't like better weapons.

"It's very strong." Barristan looked at the shield in his hand. He could see that there were some scratches on the shield, but it was not damaged.

Lance was not stingy with money to arm them, and the fire in Winston's weapons workshop never stopped.

Sure enough, the improvement of weapons and equipment is obvious for the improvement of strength.

There are several aspects that really affect a person's strength.

It can be summarized as personal physique, mind, and equipment.

The physique needs to grow and exercise, and the mind also needs to be tempered. Only the improvement of equipment is the most direct. A knife can allow a child to kill an adult, and a pair of armor can resist swords.

There is still a lot of physical gap between humans and ghouls, but they can be filled with equipment and brains. It is clear who has fallen now.

"Ghouls are not born on their own. They are usually created by necromancers using evil magic. Its appearance here means that there must be a necromancer nearby who summoned it." Lance glanced at this thing, which is why Lan This was one of the reasons why Si didn't join the fight just now.

Necromancer!

This sentence made everyone's nerves, which had been relaxed because of the ghoul's collapse, begin to tense up. You must know that necromancers who desecrate corpses are the kind of extremely evil guys no matter where they are.

"Feggus didn't feel any strange smell around him just now, so he shouldn't be nearby." Lance reassured him and checked the ghoul.

This evil undead creature opened his eyes. It did not follow the logic of normal life. However, he did not sacrifice it directly, but put it in the exhibition room.

Paracelsus will definitely like this "gift", and Lance is also curious about these inhuman monsters. Only by studying them clearly can they be solved faster and easier the next time they encounter them.

But the matter is not over yet. Everyone knows that the appearance of the ghoul is just the beginning.

Thinking of this, Lance couldn't help but focus on the entrance of the mausoleum crypt.

"There shouldn't be any danger inside if the ghoul ran out. It's too smelly down there. I guess Figs won't like it. William and Wangcai are watching from outside. Let's go in and take a look."

Lance has the confidence to say this. Don't forget that he studied archeology. It can be seen at a glance that the tomb below is not too big.

After a short break, the formation changed again, with Lance taking the lead and Barristan at the back.

stench!

Before I went in, I just stood at the entrance of the cave and the smell of rotten protein poured into my nose and rushed to my brain.

There must be only one hole if there is no wind inside, making it difficult for air to circulate, and the stench becomes stronger. You don't need to think about it to know how many germs are contained in the rotten smell coming out of this hot day.

Originally, Lance had a bit of a modern mysophobia, and for a moment he even looked embarrassed.

Fortunately, he had also experienced the stench of the old witch woman's incense, so he was already prepared for these. He took out two masks sewn from cloth and tied them up. The herb medicine prepared by Greendale inside could remove the odor and restore the smell. A little more resistance.

With simple gas masks in hand, the team began to go deeper.

He took out a torch, lit it and stretched it in, making sure there was enough oxygen before walking in. Barristan, who was also behind the team, also raised a torch with one hand to light up the way back.

Lance didn't wear a mask. The smell will be fine once he gets used to it. There will be many similar situations in the future.

What he was really worried about was the germs he might carry, but [natural purification] allowed him not to worry too much.

Others felt a little uncomfortable. Even if they were wearing masks, they would not be much better, but they could only bite the bullet and walk in.

Going down the sloping corridor, it is shorter than expected and about six or seven meters deep. You can see the main body of the mausoleum by the light of the fire.

A tomb made of bricks and stones, supported by four stone pillars on both sides, and a stone coffin with rough carvings in the middle. Unfortunately, it had been destroyed long ago.

Lance raised the torch and looked at the internal architectural pattern by the light of the fire. He could probably guess that this was once the tomb of a noble knight.

It may be a knightly territory entrusted nearby, but with the decline of Hamlet, this area has long been swallowed up by the dense jungle and turned into a wasteland, leaving only the masonry mausoleum underground.

But it’s not saved anywhere…

Lance went straight to the coffin and took a look. It seemed that the violent method was to force it open. It was so empty that people couldn't help but complain about "poor guy".

Lance looked away from the coffin in disgust, but noticed something sticky on his feet, and couldn't help but pass the torch over.

The darkness in the corner of the tomb was expelled by the firelight, revealing an even darker scene. The strong sense of the image impacted Lance's brain, and even made him utter an exclamation.

"This is?"

A twisted figure made of human bones stacked up in a certain way. It was impossible to tell who was who. It was also unclear how many people were mixed in here.

Under the sultry weather, flesh and blood rotted, and the muscles between the corpses melted and then rejoined to form a huge nest of flesh and blood.

A large amount of indescribable bright yellow colloid oozed out of it and flowed freely across the ground. Stepping on it actually gave people a strange sticky texture, which made people feel sick.

On top of this rotten meat, there are white tender maggots as thin as fingers squirming on it. They are so densely packed that one can be frightened just by looking at them, making the hairs on their hair stand up instantly.

The tiny sounds of gnawing worms are constantly overlapping and amplified in this environment. It sounds like worms are crawling on the body and eating themselves, making people feel itchy all over.

The worm crawled over the white bones that were stripped of flesh and stretched out its head. The empty eye sockets looked this way. Among them were the wriggling maggots.

Even though Lance had experienced many bloody and cruel battlefields, this scene still made him feel sick to his stomach.

Damn it, can't these monsters pay attention to their hygiene?

Looking at this thing, Lance looked unkind. Unfortunately, there was no one proficient in mysticism around him to tell him what this flesh nest was used for, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing without even thinking about it.

And his voice also attracted the attention of the two people, and the dull voice came out through the mask.

"Damn blasphemy, what on earth do those cults want?"

"What is this?"

Barristan and Boudica were also used to seeing bloody scenes, but they were equally disgusted by this scene. This was no longer something humans could imagine.

Lance recovered quickly. He dare not say anything else, but his ability to accept is definitely very strong. No matter how shocking the image is, it will only stay in his mind for a few seconds. After all, it is a soul that has been washed by the modern information flow. .

So powerful!

He even took the initiative to get closer and study it carefully under the light of the fire.

Although the flesh and blood have been fused, Lance can still tell from the bones mixed in that most of the flesh and blood are from humans, and the tattered clothes mixed in can tell that they should be refugees.

"Why haven't you seen the missing serfs?"

Barristan's words brought Lance's attention back from his chaotic thoughts.

Lance walked around the flesh and blood, but he didn't notice it at all.

You must know that he has a monopoly on all production in the town, including clothes and fabrics.

As a modern person, he doesn't like cumbersome and bloated clothing at all, so he takes the lead in making improvements in the direction of simplicity and comfort.

Most of the people in the town were given one set, and these serfs were also uniformed in clothing. However, the shape and color were different, so the appearance was different from all the others in the world, and they could be easily recognized.

But there is nothing on this, not one.

This alerted Lance.

Originally, he thought it was the ghouls who captured people and came to perform rituals to build this thing, but since the serfs are not here, why did the ghouls capture people?

Doubts lingering in his mind, Lance habitually resets the question.

Let’s not talk about the role of the ceremony. Why did the ancestor choose to arrange the ceremony in this place?

Lance roughly estimated the location here and found that it was beyond the actual control of the town and also beyond the witch's corrupted area, thus avoiding both.

Choosing a dilapidated underground mausoleum is most likely to help cover up the impact of the ceremony. Otherwise, a pile of rotting corpses can be found from a distance and attract attention.

So I chose this place to keep it secret, and I definitely didn't want anyone to find it.

As for the ghoul appearing here, it is very likely that it is a guard placed here. From the moment Lance and the others approached, they rushed out and could feel that it was programmed to be a guard.

But if this makes sense, there is one question: why do the ghouls want to provoke the serfs who are far away in the advance camp?

"Of the seven missing people, were only the last three whose bodies were found?" Lance looked at Barristan with doubt.

"No, some can be found, some can't be found, and the only ones found are basically corpses."

"By the way! You need to eat~" Lance seemed to have figured something out, and a smile appeared on his face.