Our family is in decline

It's not that those believers didn't resist, they also organized teams to attack, but these guys didn't know why. They had been running this place for so long, but they didn't prepare any armor for the believers.

Even the weapons are mostly crude and low-quality cold weapons. What's even more outrageous is that some powerful fanatic believers don't even like to wear clothes, not to mention armor, so they dare to rush into the battle.

What age is it? Even the fucking White Lotus knows how to stuff steel plates into their chests to block bullets. It makes no sense for such an idiot to die.

Of course, the ancestor did not care about their death, even their bleeding death was the result that the ancestor wanted.

"I'll leave this to you. I'll go take a look at the tunnel."

Lance didn't know the system of the Ascension Sect, but after searching the church, there should definitely not be only one small leader. The so-called deacon should only be in the field of combat, and there are other people who manage this town.

The flames have long been extinguished, and the smoke that once filled the passage has dissipated over time.

The tunnel is low and narrow, with slabs supported by wood blocking every section, and there are places for torches on the side.

And in a place like this, all that is left behind are the tragic scenes after a fight, just like an abyss of hell. If you step on someone's body, it will be a depression filled with blood.

The air was filled with the ugly smell of burning, and of course the fishy stench that was too strong to be concealed.

Lance sacrificed all the way, which allowed the passage blocked by the corpse to loosen slightly. The spiritual energy that continued to flow into his body did not make him feel happy, but instead made him feel heavier.

No matter who saw this scene, they were somewhat emotional.

These are all human beings, at least they were once living human beings. They just wanted to live but were twisted into cultists, and now they have become like this again.

for what?

Just for the ancestor’s twisted and evil plan?

"Damn it, old man, it's totally unreasonable for you not to die..."

Lance cursed as he went deeper. He had already accumulated a lot of resentment, but this time it made him even more unhappy.

Finally, Lance found the real person in charge, because the clothes on his body can't lie, and the dead can't lie either.

The scene was so chaotic that even Lance had a hard time reconstructing the situation, but he could also see that several corpses around him seemed to have been crushed by something.

Half of the bones in the body were shattered, and the lumbar vertebrae were directly squeezed and broken, as if something rolled up the waist and threw it away.

There are also some corpses that were slapped on the wall and forced to leave a blood mark. They were hit so hard that they were dead and could no longer die.

Moreover, these corpses are more or less stained with traces of corrosion damage, which is completely beyond the scope of human power. It is difficult for Lance to imagine what caused the current situation.

As for the priest, his body was full of proliferated tissue. The hand holding the staff was even connected to the staff, but his head was crooked, his neck was broken cleanly, half of his head was bloody and corroded, and his skull was turned into soft tissue. mud.

Lance looked at it and felt something was wrong. Could this thing have killed him?

He didn't bother to care about the situation and just offered sacrifices.

After walking around down there, Lance came out and let out a long breath. The situation down there would have been crazy for another person.

"Report, the inventory has been completed."

The soldiers on the side reported the situation. After hearing about the "bacon", Lance didn't have much hope in the ancestor's tribute.

But it was soon discovered that bacon was only a small part of the inventory. After completing the inventory of the warehouse, the materials in the town, such as steel, cloth, and grain, were all in urgent need of hard currency.

Of course, there is also a batch of spiritual materials. These are what the Ascension Sect really needs. They rely on these to hold rituals or make anything.

But that's not the most important thing. What really made Lance's pressure drop was the discovery of more than 40 horses and more than 20 supporting carriages throughout the city.

These discoveries finally made Lance, who was depressed, laugh. In this era, horses are more expensive than people. Two-legged people are everywhere, but four-legged horses are not easy to find.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so rich that he couldn't even part with a horse.

I have to say that the ancestor’s tribute is incense!

"Take the wounded and supplies away, and get out of here."

"Sir..." Several people on the side were quite puzzled. Why should we give up this place?

If you don't occupy it, then you must at least destroy it. Isn't staying here just leaving trouble?

“This location is too important and they won’t give up. It’s impractical for us to occupy this place because we need to face harassment from those cultists all the time.

Moreover, those guys are elusive, and no one knows their specific location and number, but as long as they are here, we can wait for them to gather themselves. "

It is very simple for Lance to do this. The pressure of occupying this place is too great. If there are too few troops stationed, it will not be able to defeat him. If too many people are left behind, Hamlet's development will be restricted.

It's also difficult for him to find a cult gathering place, but as long as he stays here, those guys will run out on their own.

When the time comes, all they need to do is fight again to gather them together and annihilate them, just like today.

To put it simply, he was fishing to make a nest, and he waited for those guys to take the bait.

"Then we blow down the city wall?"

"Hmph! Today the musketeers and pike corps are here, and the artillery troops are here next time. These earthen walls are just a joke, but they are their cages." Lance was full of confidence and would not really think that he had come from Toth. Does the gunsmith Nice brought back have nothing to do?

His gunnery strategy is always moving forward, and he's just waiting for his chance to shine.

The battle actually took less than an hour from start to finish, but the subsequent processing took a lot of time.

But Lance was still very satisfied when he saw the cargo piled on the twenty cars.

"You guys go back first. Be careful of attacks from the Ascension Sect on the way. I'm afraid the news here has been passed on."

"My lord, are you not going back?"

"There is still a camp that needs to be explored. Geralt will lead the team. Boudica, Junia, and I will go there to confirm the situation."

Lance directly ordered troops to form a team, and the target was the other camp Geralt mentioned before.

At this time, the army was tired, and there were still many wounded soldiers, which made it impossible for him to drag the army deep into the wilderness, but with the flexibility of the team, it shouldn't be a problem.

Although Disma and the others also wanted to go, the lord's order had its own reasons and they just needed to be carried out.

"Okay!" But Boudica was quite happy. Although she had killed a big guy, she didn't want to go back to jail.

"Let's go." Against the backdrop of the setting sun, the convoy moved slowly, gradually disappearing on the old road, and Lance also led the team on this unfamiliar road leading to the depths of the wilderness...

As Lance said, the time when the wilderness town was breached was soon known to the Ascension Sect. They did not rely on some scouts to detect information, but some mysterious and extraordinary power.

This was not the first time that the host of epiphytic seeds had died. The previous death of the police chief of another small town was just a plain announcement in their mouths.

It's just that at this time, in the flesh-climbing hall and around the cold black iron altar, those "them" shrouded in black gold robes are not as calm as before. It seems that the location of the town is indeed very important to them. .

In other words, the things behind the town are very important.

"Why did he find it?"

"My Lord's plans cannot be interrupted..."

"The maggot cultivation failed and the flesh and blood cannot be controlled. We cannot bear more losses and leave that trouble to them."

"Agreed, flesh and blood will devour them."

"Agreed, more blood will be shed in Hamlet."

"agree……"

A meeting that no one knew about ended quickly, and several people returned to their motionless postures.

But when you really take a closer look, you find that they are not worshiping the black iron altar in front of you at all, but are constantly consuming the power that corrodes the altar.

But no one knows all this, in this darkest dungeon...

The group of people who left the town looked a little solemn at this time, because the road under their feet was broken, and it was also completely dark.

"From here on, it's all a mountain road. Should we camp first and wait until dawn before going in or continue?" Geralt reminded, also asking Lance for his opinion.

"Go on, it will be too late if you wait any longer."

Lance formed this team because he had the confidence to walk in the wilderness after dark.

Let’s not talk about him and Geralt. Their strength has long exceeded that of ordinary humans.

Boudicana grew up in the mountains and forests, and the wilderness feels like home.

And Junia is not a fragile woman. On the contrary, sleeping in the open air is just a test on the road for her.

As for Wangcai, the wolf is destined to run in the wilderness, and the one trapped in the yard is the dog.

They continued to move forward without hesitation. Thanks to the streamlined team members, the few people moved forward at a very fast pace, and soon found the camp Geralt mentioned.

There were no ancient buildings to rely on, just simple wooden tents propped up, and some torches inserted randomly everywhere, completely exposing the location of the entire camp.

The entire camp completely revealed the Ascension Church's philosophy of not treating people as human beings at all. It was even more primitive than a fucking bandit camp, and the management was extremely chaotic. He seemed to have seen the refugee camp again.

But this is not the biggest problem, the terrain is the strangest.

Lance took a cursory glance and didn't know why the Ascension Church chose such a place to build a camp, because it was a low-lying area.

It was neither easy to defend nor difficult to attack. At the very least, it was a dead end. Even a military novice like him knew not to camp in this place.

"Boss, are they fighting?" Boudicca saw the chaos going on in the camp and couldn't help but be curious.

"No, that's damn blasphemy!"

Junia finally spoke. She was silent and taciturn all the way. For her, no other circumstances were needed. The mere presence of the cultists would make her come.

She also witnessed the brutality and bloodiness of those guys in the small town, but now seeing the chaotic scene in the camp, she couldn't help but frown and gritted her teeth in reply.

There is no sense of beauty at all. On the contrary, it makes normal people feel disgusting.

Lance and Geralt didn't feel anything at all, as they had seen each other before.

"The number of people is much smaller. There were hundreds of people when I came here before, but now there are less than half left here."

Geralt observed the surroundings and quickly discovered this situation. He originally thought that people were out on sentry duty, but when he took a closer look, even their sentry patrols were gone.

"The situation is wrong. Those patrolling and sentry are gone."

Geralt had originally written down their patrol routes and sentry locations, but now he found that they were all empty.

Lance was also observing the situation around the camp. Compared to Geralt's golden vertical pupils, he didn't find any sentry under his spiritual vision, so he had to complain.

"These people haven't left yet. Do they really think that I, Lance, don't exist?"

"No~ they were abandoned." This situation coupled with the current situation, Geralt quickly reacted, "This is a trap."

The conversation between the two was so confusing that the other two couldn't understand it, but the word "trap" still made them alert.

Boudica's eyes immediately left the camp under the firelight, and instead focused on the surrounding dark forest.

Junia couldn't help but feel a little pressure in her heart, and a look of worry appeared on her resolute face.

It stands to reason that after judging the situation at the scene and knowing that these people are bait and that the following is probably a trap, you should decisively evacuate here to avoid a long night and many dreams.

But Lance said nothing and looked down silently.

Seeing no response, Geralt couldn't help but turn his head and focus on Lance.

"Withdraw?"

His words were already reminding Lance to make the right choice. Geralt knew that his mission was completed after bringing people to a certain situation, and he was somewhat resistant to the uncertainty that followed.

Because stepping on it even though he knew it was a trap was not a wise choice and did not fit with his impression of Lance.

"Look at those tied up refugees. They will be thrown into the pot soon. Didn't you call me here just to save them?"

Lance's words drew the attention of several people back to the camp. Sure enough, they could see a few dead fish-like people tied up next to the campfire. Their fate would probably be the climax of this "carnival".

Why was he silent just now?

Because he also knows that evacuating now is the best choice, but this retreat may completely lose the clue.

The weird rituals of the ghouls still weighed on his mind, and the results of Amanda's divination also made him feel uneasy.

He doesn't like the strong uncertainty and traps. He is confident that he can handle it with his own strength.

Did Lance really choose to break in even though he knew it was a trap just to save the talent?

He didn't believe this himself. In his eyes, a few refugees were not important at all. This was just an excuse to take action, and it also dragged Geralt into the water.

Sometimes good guys get pointed at gunpoint.