Our family is in decline

Disma didn't dare to skimp on horsepower at all, and drove the horses under his legs to run wildly, just to get back to the town quickly.

Fortunately, the distance was not far to begin with. Seeing the steadily burning torch in the dark in the distance, the pressure in my heart was relieved by half.

Back home...

"Who!" Of course the soldiers on night duty were aware of the rapid sound of horse hooves. They dared to run horses at night without carrying torches. They were definitely highly suspicious characters.

At this time, the team on duty had already relied on the fortifications to raise their guns and planned to take action at any time.

"it's me!"

After shouting several times in succession, the soldier seemed to recognize this familiar voice, but he was still unsure and slightly hesitant.

At this moment, the fast horse had already arrived in front of the checkpoint. Dismal stopped the horse. The rough force made the carrot scream in pain, which was particularly frightening at night.

"Damn it! It's me, Disma, move Juma away quickly, I have an emergency."

"Sir, is there something wrong with your horse?" The few on duty also confirmed under the fire that it was indeed the instructor, but the horse under his crotch was not the one they were familiar with.

There are only a few horses in the town, and soldiers usually need to learn how to take care of horses. Among those horses, the lord's mount is the most outstanding, and it was the one Lord Disma rode out at that time, not the one he is riding now. .

Most people would not notice this detail, even those imperial soldiers, but Hamlet's soldiers were professional troops.

Especially after the last disguise incident, they all received reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance training.

After saying this, the soldier who had been a little relieved immediately pointed his gun at Disma and asked questions.

"Who are you? Come down immediately and be examined. Don't resist, otherwise..."

"Damn Tony, you don't even recognize me, do you?" Disma had such a bad temper that he almost couldn't help but raise his hand and shoot him, but he still took out the copper piece of identification and threw it away, explaining He said, "There's a fucking fight ahead. I finally managed to grab a horse. Now get out of my way."

"Quick! Move away."

The soldier named Tony took over the ID check and quickly confirmed according to the procedure before moving the horse away.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Is the lord in town?"

"Just came back today."

Disma had no intention of wasting time even though the situation was urgent. After receiving the answer, he galloped on his horse and rushed directly towards the lord's house.

Lance just returned with his team today. The victory in this battle directly eliminated the soldiers' fear of the wilderness, and also aroused the hostility towards the Ascension Sect.

They also added a batch of experimental subjects to Paracelsus, but unfortunately they didn't get the money...

Lance, who was working at his desk, suddenly noticed something and raised his head suddenly.

Who dares to ride a horse in the center of town at night?

But at this moment, he heard the shouting outside. Lance's expression condensed, Disma was back!

He hurried out and met Disma, whose strange expression immediately gave Lance a bad feeling.

Did the mission fail?

"No matter what happens, just come back safely. If you have anything to say, please tell me slowly."

Lance comforted him, saying that the mission of delivering the message was just a casual move, just to draw the attention of the Ascension Sect and get them to move away from the town.

Only then did he have time to send troops to clean up the wilderness. To a certain extent, Disma's task of diverting the attention of the Ascension Sect has been completed.

It is normal to fail when intercepted by the Ascension Sect. It is not a loss if a person can escape.

But Disma didn't care about the mission at all and hurriedly told the situation.

"Just when I came back, I met outside the town..."

After saying a few words, Lance was calm at first, but after hearing it, he became furious.

"Fucking monster, how dare you kill my horse!"

You must know that horses are an important means of production and transportation in this era. It is difficult to buy one with money, let alone the best one.

"My lord, shall I summon the soldiers?"

"No, you stay behind, I'll go there myself." Lance has not lost his mind yet. Now half of the soldiers are on vacation and half are responsible for defense. They cannot move around.

And what Disma said should be a battle between extraordinary beings. He just needed to get more relevant information. Mysticism was really too tempting.

"Get a good rest, I'll be right back." Lance raised his hand and patted Disma's shoulder, turned around and walked out, then shouted.

"Wangcai, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white wolf's huge body rushed out. It was even more powerful than a bird, so it rushed out to follow him.

I don’t think so much if I come in contact with it frequently, but Disma found that after only seven days, the wealth has greatly increased.

By the time he reacted, Lance had already mounted Carrot and rushed out of the town with Wangcai.

…………

"Bang!"

Following the sound, Geralt rolled out, but soon stood up again with his sword in his hand. The hand holding the sword could not help but tremble slightly.

He didn't know how many times he had been knocked down. At this time, Geralt's face turned pale, and his body was covered with dirt or blood. Even his long ponytail hair spread out during the fierce battle, and he looked very embarrassed.

In front of him, there was a muscular monster nearly three meters tall. After a moment of confrontation, the monster's transformation deepened. Apart from its approximate body shape, there were basically no traces of human beings.

But don't underestimate the power of a wizard who has lived for who knows how long. The wizard's soul still remains and fights monsters for control of the body from time to time. Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to survive until now.

But now the remaining will of the wizard is gradually disappearing, and what has taken over is madness and bloodlust.

I have been fighting all my life, but I have never faced such a terrifying monster. This is no longer what humans can do...

The other two are not much better. Geralt has been able to survive until now only because the two of them kept giving him boosts.

The nun is a little better, and has the help of a torch, but not much better, because she needs to go up and entangle the monster a little when Geralt falls.

The armor on her body was also dented in the face of the monster's inhuman strength, one shoulder armor fell off, and the hood was torn to pieces. If she hadn't reacted quickly, her big hand would have almost caught her head.

"Think of a solution quickly, I can't last long!"

Geralt shouted, gritting his teeth and rushing forward.

But we can't let the nun fall now, otherwise there will really be no way to survive.

The nun was replaced, and she didn't care about resting and directly used magic.

A particularly conspicuous light appeared in the darkness, even if it was very weak.

Geralt could feel his body recover a little, and the hand holding the sword became stable again.

Before he could take a breath, the monster charged forward again.

Geralt saw a trace of bitterness on his face. That damn bastard took my horse away, otherwise he would have run away long ago.

At this time, she was really out of ammunition and food. Tamara cast too much spells and could hardly stand still. She drank several bottles of life-saving medicine.

But the battle still hasn't improved at all, and is even getting worse.

Everything that can be used has been used, and now there is only one way to escape.

Why has no one in the team escaped before?

That's because no one of them individually is a match for the monster, and they can only cope with it by working together. Once the formation is broken up, the monster will instantly defeat them, and no one can escape.

But now they are going to die if they don't run away, so they can only give it a try. Whether they can survive depends on their ability to escape.

"You go, I will buy time for you." The nun seemed to feel the attitude of the two of them. There was only unyielding perseverance on her pale face.

As a person chosen by the Holy Flame, she knows that she will never be able to back down when she sets out on this path. Any wavering will be...

As if remembering some things from the past, an indescribable... entanglement and anger appeared on the nun's resolute face!

He roared immediately.

"Let's go!"

Geralt and Tamara both looked a little confused. There was a difference between escaping on their own initiative and the current situation.

There is no psychological pressure to escape on one's own, and even if there is, it is covered by the survival instinct.

But if a stranger takes the initiative to stop and urge you, you will feel ashamed in front of others, and your survival instinct will not even outweigh your face.

Or conscience, sometimes humans are so weird.

It's just that the monsters ignored their painful entanglements and continued to follow their instincts of killing and madness.

The nun also planned to risk her life. Driven by her pious will, the power hidden in the torch was discovered, and then terrifying spiritual fluctuations erupted.

"The blasphemous thing! Burn in the holy flame!" The nun took the opportunity to throw the torch at the monster. The flames expanded several times, directly pushing back the surrounding darkness. When it fell on the monster, it started to spontaneously ignite.

"Ouch!"

The monster was directly swallowed by the flames and turned into a burning man, and a thick and painful wail came out.

This scene made Geralt and Tamara stunned for a moment. Why didn't you use this power earlier?

But the flames on the monster went out in the next second, and together with it, the torch fell to the ground, completely losing its spiritual fluctuations.

The attack of the flames burned the surface of the monster, but it healed quickly under the influence of the power of flesh and blood, forming the disgusting molten wax-like flesh on the surface.

In any case, this injury caused the monster to suffer a great loss, so his attention naturally shifted to the nun, and he punched her wholeheartedly.

The whistling wind of the fist stirred up layers of air waves, impacting with unparalleled power. Under that terrifying power, the armor was no more than a leaf.

Facing the oncoming fist nun, she seemed very calm. It turned out that she had directly overdrawn the last power of the torch, and of course herself...

"Holy Flame, I'm ready."

Just at this moment, Geralt rushed out from the side to save people, but it was too late.

But for some reason, the monster's movements paused momentarily. At the same time, the crystal ball in Tamara's hand broke, and the last spiritual energy in her body was drained. The already pale face became even more terrifying, as if it was about to tilt its head in the next second.

Geralt seized this opportunity and raised his hand to cast the Seal of Alder, but the one he aimed at was not a monster but a nun.

The shock wave hit the nun and knocked her away, while the monster's fist also fell and passed by.

The nun was knocked out and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. Although it was uncomfortable, it was better than being smashed.

But she looked at the two people strangely, and she thought they had escaped.

Geralt naturally felt this look, but an ugly smile appeared on his face.

"I died once, there is nothing to be afraid of."

He has lived too long. It is difficult to survive in this desperate world, but if he turned around and ran away, he would probably lose the last of his humanity and live like a zombie without any meaning.

Tamara couldn't even speak. It was not only her spirituality that was overdrawn, but also her already weak vitality.

The broken crystal ball fell from her hand, and then made a crisp sound the moment it touched the ground, blooming into a gorgeous but fragile crystal flower.

But the next second the flower withered and turned into fragments on the ground.

"Is it going to end..."

She had been running away for the first half of her life, not daring to stay anywhere for too long. She was tired of the life of hiding here and there, and now she could finally rest.

The monster's attack failed and it let out a roar. Just as it was about to destroy these three annoying bugs, it only heard three gunshots suddenly rang out in the darkness, followed by the sound of horse hooves approaching quickly.

It was late at night in the wilderness here, and the sudden movement shocked the three of them.

But in this direction, could it be the guy who escaped just now?

Before they could think about it, a fast horse rushed out of the darkness and rushed over without slowing down at all. The man on the horse's back unexpectedly jumped up contrary to common sense.

He raised his hand and pulled out a giant sword with an exaggerated size from the darkness and slashed it at the monster's head.

The giant sword whistling in the fierce wind undoubtedly cut into the monster's shoulder and opened a large gash. Without stopping at all, the man stepped on the monster, pulled out the giant sword, and turned over to the ground.

The whole movement is very smooth, showing super physique and control of the body.

With such an exaggerated weapon, who could it be if it wasn’t Lance?

His eyes were focused on the monster at this time. If it hadn't subconsciously turned its head to avoid the sword, it would have been hit in the head. However, the wound on the shoulder that reached the spine also caused the monster to suffer a lot, and he could see blood constantly emerging from it. Granulation attempts to pull the wound back together.

To be honest, he didn't recognize this kind of thing, but the twisted flesh made him instinctively wary.

Could it be the ancestor's method again?

Geralt's attention was all on that sword. Who was it?

But before he could figure it out, the next situation was a bit difficult for him to understand. The horse without its rider actually trotted towards him.

When I got closer to Geralt, I realized that it was his carrot.

But wasn't the carrot snatched away by someone just now? Why did he come back with another one?

He was confident that he had not admitted his mistake, so why did he change the person every time?

As for the nun and Tamara, they were in extremely poor condition. They could barely stand, even unsteadily, and their brains could not support their thinking. It seemed that their reactions were half a beat too slow. It seemed that they had not recovered from that sword blow. came back to his senses.

Perhaps because he noticed the gazes over there, Lance couldn't help but turn his head and look at the other three people. One was in a mercenary suit, one was in a nun suit assembling plate armor, and one was in an alien suit. The clothes were all in strange shapes, which were in line with his idea of ​​extraordinary beings. Cognition is just...

"Tamara? Why are you here?"

Lance focused his attention on the woman in the alien suit. Although her face was pale and haggard, Lance still recognized this person as the Roma he met on Rat Street in Totnes.

This cry made Tamara recognize the person. After all, her current appearance had a lot to do with that man, and she would not recognize it even if she turned into ashes.

But she remembered that man's powerful body could even be immune to petrification rays at close range. Maybe it was true...

"Be careful!" Tamara's expression suddenly changed drastically, because in just two or three seconds, the monster had recovered and launched an attack on Lance.

Every movement of the monster's huge body was very obvious. Although Lance turned around, it was impossible not to notice the desire to kill that was almost condensed into substance.

Among the three of them, even Geralt's demon hunter physique, which had undergone various strengthening rituals, was difficult to fight against the monster.

But that doesn't mean Lance can't do it.

Lance turned around and swung his giant sword and made contact with his fist. No matter how twisted it was, as long as it was not separated from the shackles of flesh and blood, it could not be compared to steel.

The blade directly tore through the giant fist with a fleshy structure, but Lance did not retreat at all.

In a head-on confrontation without falling behind, this shows how terrifying Lance's strength is.

They are both masters, but Lance is certified by the system panel, and his pure physical strength has reached this level.

"kill!"

But the monster's punch aroused Lance's anger, and his roar was somewhat temperamental.

It had nothing to do with Tamara being maimed. The real reason was that his war horse was lying on the side.

I have been burdened with heavy government affairs recently, and I have no chance to lead a team into the wilderness to clean up. Now I can finally release myself.

The giant sword exploded with terrifying power in Lance's hand. Every time the sword struck the monster, it would cause an obvious wound and directly crush the monster.

When Tamara saw Lance pick up the giant sword and fight the monster back and forth, her nervousness finally relaxed a little.

He's so strong... He still says he doesn't know about extraordinary beings... He's a liar...

As soon as Tamara relaxed, she collapsed directly on the ground. Without the sensory immunity brought about by high tension, the consequences of overdrafting her spirituality were revealed in an instant.

She only felt like her brain was filled with countless maggots squirming crazily and eating away at it. The severe pain prevented her from paying attention to the battle ahead, and she couldn't help but hold her head and beat it, moaning in pain.

The nun wasn't much better. The backlash from the detonating torch severely injured her, but she was so cruel that she didn't make a sound until she fell.

Tamara's reaction caught Geralt's attention. He was in a better state than the two of them and hurried over to drag Tamara and the nun out from the battlefield.

That's all he can do. As for entering the battlefield to assist?

Geralt focused his gaze on it. He didn't know who the monster was...

Is this a power that humans can achieve?

Lance is also pouring out the power in his body wantonly. Ordinary enemies can't even resist his sword. This one is an excellent target. Not only can it compete with the giant sword, but it can also resist.

In fact, Lance's power is definitely not as powerful as the wizard's transformation monster, but the giant sword in his hand is specially designed to deal with this large monster. The steel weapon is too powerful, and his power is endless, which is why he has this weird... situation.

"Kouya!"

Lance didn't want to struggle any longer, so he increased the strength in his hands again, turned around and mobilized all the muscles in his body to slash.

The giant sword slashed into the monster's waist, and the vigorous muscles tensed up to block it, but it could not stay for even half a minute. It was not until it cut into the spine that it was slightly stuck.

But this did not affect Lance's further movements at all. He retreated directly to avoid the tentacles curling towards him and the big hand grabbing his head. He pulled the giant sword, and the power it carried followed the giant sword and even dragged the monster. .

The huge body lost its balance and fell like an iron tower, further revealing the wounds. All that could be seen were a lot of diseased inhuman organs, and there were countless granulations growing on the internal organs.

Even if Lance was used to seeing those things, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, but this did not affect his further movements. A backhand sword slashed at the leg as thick as a cement pillar, which accelerated the falling process.

Only when the monster falls can he attack the upper body. This is the helplessness caused by the huge height gap.

But now it was all over, Lance struck the monster on the head with his sword.

It wasn't that Lance didn't want to cut his neck, but the muscles on his neck were almost as thick as his shoulders.

If it were an ordinary long sword, it might be bounced off the skull, but the heavy and huge blade of the [Giant Killer] directly crushed the skull and chopped off half of the head.

The moment it lost its head, the monster temporarily lost its reaction, but the fleshy flesh on its body started to move on its own.

"屮!"

Lance cursed lowly, and then used his backhand to add two more swords, completely smashing the brain into pieces. At this time, he had not completely lost his reaction.

If Lance had heard Tamara's judgment before, he would have known who controls this body...

【Sacrifice】

Lance won't play any fancy tricks with you. If you can't kill him, then leave it to the boss.

Without the main body consciousness, the judgment was successfully passed, and the power emerged from the void and directly swallowed the monster's corpse.

Gift...

Lance stood there blankly, feeling that the huge amount of spiritual energy that was fed back was far beyond ordinary sacrifices. Only the unreasonable gift on the boat back from Totnes had this amount.

Sure enough, the only way to get gifts is to challenge and kill more powerful monsters, but I don’t know what the gifts will be for killing the ancestor?

The surprise didn't stop there. Lance could feel part of the gift acting on his body. He quickly opened the panel and saw only one sentence.

[The understanding of the power of flesh and blood deepens...Reconstruction of flesh and blood +1]

surprise!

Lance couldn't help but have a smile on his face. The one that got the upgrade turned out to be [Flesh and Flesh Reconstruction].

To give you a general feel, using skills consumes less spiritual energy and can treat more serious injuries.

It's just that he still remembers the source of [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction] very clearly. It was obtained by sacrificing the old thing to the butler, and now he has obtained new flesh and blood power from this monster.

Doesn't that mean monster...

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