Our family is in decline

Lance didn't notice this, he was busy.

This time it was a little slower, and even Lance didn't use blessing enhancement on him, because after he recovered from the hidden injury, his body's potential was restored to most of its potential, which according to the panel standard, reached [Elite].

Of course, this is just an analogy that Lance used to compare his own physique at that time, and people are different, so there are differences among the same elites.

"My waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and my eyes are no longer blurry... It feels like... I'm back to my youth." Barristan's control over his body is still quite good, and of course he has not experienced it. Related to large-scale blessing and strengthening.

"Leonard, come here." Lance looked worse than before, but he deliberately showed this state. Only in this way could he show that he was working hard and not let the panel take all the credit.

"Loyalty!" Leonard knelt down in front of Lance, his expression serious and powerful.

After feeling it, Lance understood that Leonard's physique has definitely reached [Elite], and although there are hidden injuries, they are in his prime and have little impact, and he is in good condition.

Now Lance has estimated that unless he is promoted to [Master], it will be difficult to make any big improvement. But the problem is that he does not have so much spirituality. The low-level upgrade is still within his range, but this requires spirituality. Too much.

Lance soon had a plan to help Leonard heal his hidden wounds, and then give him a blessing to strengthen it. At about the same time, he just started swinging, pretending to be exhausted, and turned over to prevent him from falling.

His reaction frightened several others. Disma quickly stepped forward to support him and exclaimed: "Sir, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just that it's a bit exhausting, just take a rest." Lance also took the opportunity to warn them, "Any extraordinary power comes with a huge price, you must be careful."

Leonard also stood up. He could feel his body becoming lighter, as if he had been wearing armor for a long time and then suddenly took it off, and a warmth was nourishing his body.

However, the lord's appearance still let them know the cost of strengthening.

The lord has sacrificed too much for mankind...

Lance ended this secret gathering. Strengthening them had always been part of the plan, but the consumption was still a bit unbearable for him.

However, if I could control an elite force with all members at the [Elite] level, I might be able to basically go sideways in this world.

Oh no! Isn’t this the Church’s [Knights of Holy Light]?

Lance smacked his lips and realized that there was still a long way to go, unless he could sow spirituality like a field and harvest spirituality like a leek.

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North of Hamlet, deep in the wilderness.

Geralt was hiding on a big tree under the cover of the canopy, and only relied on a few branches to accommodate him.

This is already his fourth day in the wilderness.

The terrain of the wilderness was destined to be inconvenient to bring the carrots in, so he just completed supplies in the town and entered it.

According to the route given in the mission information, although Geralt did not enter the corrupted area, even the deformed exuberance and twisted and weird environment shown in the ordinary wilderness made him feel great pressure.

He has been walking on the mainland for so long and has seen basically all kinds of strange geographical environments, but this place is the weirdest and puts the most pressure on him.

According to the guidance, the destroyed camp was quickly found. Only the burned remains were left on it. However, the bones inside that could not be burned by the fire gave a glimpse of the sin that happened here.

At the same time, the situation here also made Geralt understand that the cult that the lord mentioned was not false.

Most of the surrounding tracks were either destroyed or cleared by fire, but his knowledge of tracking allowed him to capture some.

Someone was here after the fire destroyed the place!

Based on this, he tracked all the way up and finally found another camp, where he could get ten gold coins just by leading the way.

But this was not enough, because according to the mission description, he knew that there were other camps around, and he was still a little... curious about the lord's description, or he didn't believe it.

After traveling across the mainland for many years, he will not blindly trust others, he believes in himself more.

So I squatted around and waited for the camps to communicate with each other. Of course, I also pried into the secrets of the camps to see if they were really that evil.

And here he finally spied the uncomfortable, indescribable scene...

The camp has generally gone through the initial chaos, that is, the old, weak, sick and disabled have been passively "ascended", leaving only the strong and strong.

These guys fucked hard during the day and continued fucking at night, but in a physical sense, the kind that was immersed in crazy sensuality.

The winner during the day will enjoy the best treatment and become the protagonist of the developer conference.

After going through the flesh and blood ritual, the men became stronger and the women became more energetic. What they enjoyed by participating in multi-person sports was an activity they had never experienced before. That was what they had never imagined when they became refugees. Things I dare not think about.

This is also the reason why cults can firmly capture their followers and drive them crazy.

But the price is those women who have lost their self. They become toys and are used to please the winner. What is even more tragic is that they were brainwashed by the cult in this environment, making them completely lose their sense of self and even take the initiative to please the winner. By.

Because the disobedient ones are right next to them, the losers of the day, their blood is in the flagon, and their meat is either on the grill or in the cauldron.

Geralt saw this scene through the dense canopy of trees, and he understood why the lord had such a strong will to destroy this cult...

He had been squatting for two days, and today was already the third day.

To be honest, he really didn't want to face this thing. He wanted to draw his sword and kill all these guys, but he still remembered what the lord said, not to alert the enemy, otherwise the cultists would run away.

Suddenly there was movement around him. Geralt noticed it but didn't panic too much. He just hunkered down carefully.

Perhaps because one camp was cleared by raid, all these camps have strengthened their protection, and even released patrols and reconnaissance.

This was a situation that did not appear in the mission information, but these little Karami could not stump Geralt, but he quickly figured out the patrol route and time.

It was precisely because of knowing these that Geralt immediately noticed something was wrong. Those people were not on patrol.

Exploring carefully, even his weathered face couldn't help but have a smile at this moment.

The wait finally arrived, it was the person who came to contact the camp...

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"Report to the lord, the man named Geralt is back."

The sound outside interrupted Lance's work, and when he heard this, he knew that something was finally making progress.

I was a little excited for a moment, and I didn't care about other work at hand. I quickly got up and went to meet him, only to find that he came back from the old road.

This unusual position made Xiu notice a hint of trouble, but Geralt didn't hesitate and spoke directly.

"I found the cultists, and there was indeed more than one camp."

Lance noticed Geralt's solemn expression and the unintentional anger in his words. He must have seen those guys' methods before.

"Come on, go back and talk slowly."

Geralt explained the situation he found without any nonsense. He tracked it for many days, but all he could find was one camp with about a hundred people. The situation was simple and unprotected except for a circle of wooden fences.

He squatted for two days and found nothing unusual except for those twisted activities. Finally on the third day, he found a group of people leaving the camp. For this reason, he followed and found a group of people some distance away from the camp. market transactions.

As for the trading objects, they are a group of humans.

Seeing this situation, Geralt did not go back to the camp. Instead, he followed those who came to trade, and finally found a rather special place.

It was a seemingly normal town that had escaped from the northern wilderness and was located on the edge of a dilapidated ancient road. However, he discovered that the cult guys were using that place as a transit place to transport refugees.

Lance looked at the routes that Geralt had simply drawn on the map, and the town that was highlighted reminded Lance of some not-so-good memories.

The town where William was located was also preached by a cult before, but their appearance immediately wiped out those guys.

But there are too many small towns located in Hamlet, and it is very likely that some of them have already been controlled by the Ascension Sect.

The location of the town that Geralt pointed out is a bit subtle. Ovendo went to this town, then to the camps, and then extended to the old town of Hamlet.

It can now be seen that this is clearly a supply line that allows those in the Ascension Sect to bypass Hamlet through a small road, and this town serves as a node to directly connect these.

It must be destroyed!

"I can't wait any longer. I found this town because they escorted a new group of refugees into the camp. I followed them to find the town. We must find a way to save them."

Geralt looked a little anxious. Looking at him like this, Lance didn't expect that there was a kind heart underneath his cold appearance.

This is so rare in this cold and desperate world...

"I see."

Lance will also not let go of any opportunity to attack his ancestor. He is even more anxious than Geralt.

The top officials in the town were immediately summoned to explain the situation and begin to formulate tactics.

"Do you have any questions?" Lance said and looked at everyone.

"We need to confirm the authenticity of the information first. What if it is a trap? Most of the troops need to be mobilized, and the risks we face are not small at all."

"That's right, the Ascension Sect clearly knew that we had wiped out one of them. Why didn't they move away? Instead, they continued to stay there. Aren't they afraid of our attack?"

"They must be prepared, they can't just increase patrols..."

Combat deployment cannot be completed casually, and many aspects must be taken into consideration. However, the opinions they put forward were all distrustful of the information Geralt brought back.

No wonder they, first of all, Geralt's origin is unknown, and secondly, the information is a bit too simple, which actually aroused their vigilance.

Geralt also understood this, but he did not show too strong a reaction, nor did he mean to defend himself.

His experience in the world told him not to get involved in power struggles. Demon hunters only see monsters and do not participate in the world. This is the rule.

However, Lance still made his position clear regarding these doubts.

"First of all, I want to believe in our friend Mr. Geralt. As a master witcher, he will basically not be corrupted, and his business ability is also worthy of trust."

Lance did not blindly believe in Geralt, but he had confirmed from Tamara and Junia that Geralt was indeed a demon hunter with an excellent reputation.

Their special physique makes it difficult for them to be corrupted. If they can perform a thousand-mile attack and almost be killed by a wizard, there is nothing he can do. It can only show that you are really awesome, ancestor.

After Lance spoke, the others had no objections. Geralt also discovered this and realized the lord's control here.

He was ready to listen to their nonsense. If they didn't take action, he would find a way to save people.

But now it seems that the previous annihilation of the camp was not a coincidence. It must have been promoted by this lord.

"No matter what, I can kill those little shrimps by myself." Boudica just wanted to fight quickly. She was really bored squatting in the town.

But her words obviously had no say, and everyone was still discussing the battle plan.

"The population of this town is estimated to be quite large. What will happen after we capture it? Capturing this place means officially starting a war with the Ascension Sect. Are we ready for a full-scale war?" Barton observed the simple map on the table.

The war he mentioned did not simply mean the Ascension Sect, but he was worried that such a drastic move would attract the attention of Ovendo City.

As long as you have a little bit of brainpower, you can see the key location of this town. You can play a few camps of the Ascension Sect and pretend to be stupid, but once you do it, you will undoubtedly tear the last barrier between the two.

"It's not us, it's them who have torn it apart a long time ago. Now there is no peace outside. If they want to start a war with us, they have to consider other forces. They can't care about us now."

Even if the senior leaders of Owendo were corrupted by the Ascension Cult, they would not be corrupted so quickly because he had killed a group of cores before.

The news brought back by Disma also further showed that the situation in the empire was not going to be too good. Those guys were able to protect themselves as the chaos spread, but Lance did not believe that they still had the energy to send troops.

If it is better to come out, he is confident that he can eat up the city defense army in the field.

"The maximum number of troops we can use is only three hundred. It is a bit difficult to completely blockade a small town. Moreover, we can use our collective strength to resist the cultists when the legions gather to fight. However, once we fall into street fighting, we will be divided and it will be difficult to exert our strength."

Barristan's words indeed reminded Lance that most soldiers might not be able to defeat cultists who have undergone flesh and blood rituals if they were really strong individually.

Not to mention trying to tell who is a cultist and who is an ordinary person among those people.

Encircling, clearing out, guarding prisoners, etc. all require an army. Let alone three hundred people, even five hundred cannot withstand it.

"Take no prisoners except high-value targets, and the cultists must die."

These words made it clear that Lance had no intention of slowly sifting through or saving those guys, but simply cutting them all off. As for the possibility of accidental injury, it was not within his scope to consider.

Those who do big things don't stick to trivial matters. If he really wastes manpower and material resources on this, he has fallen into the old man's trap.

His mercy is for his people, not for cultists.

The only mercy he can give those cultists is relief...