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Did Geralt hesitate?

Yes, but he still looked at the camp and fell into silence. After a moment, he asked in a low voice.

"If this is a trap and these are the bait, then what's the danger?"

When Lance heard these words, he knew that Geralt had agreed to take action, otherwise he would not continue to pursue this issue.

"Hahaha~" He couldn't help laughing for a moment, his face was full of confidence.

Geralt and the others looked at Lance in confusion, wondering how they could still laugh at this time.

"I laughed at that..." Lance originally wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that it seemed a bit unlucky, so he immediately changed his words: "You got most of it right, but these are not baits, but sacrifices."

"Huh?" Geralt and the others didn't understand what he was saying, and seemed a little confused.

"Those people are all gathered in that open space, don't you think it's strange?" Lance raised his finger and pointed out the key point, "Because there is a ceremony."

Why did he dare to run into it even though he knew it was a trap?

Because he saw the method behind this trap.

It’s really not about his profound mystical knowledge, but “seeing” it in a physical sense. Those people in the [Spiritual Vision] are shrouded in a faint spiritual light, and at the same time, the ancestor is directly exposed. true intention.

"Then what do we do?"

"Based on my understanding of the Ascension Sect, most of their rituals use human life and flesh and blood as materials. If we rush in and kill them, I'm afraid the ritual will be completed. We don't know what the consequences will be, but it is definitely not a good idea. information.

But it is also very simple to crack it, just two words - don't kill. "

"Ah?" Boudica was a little disappointed. He had come so far and couldn't chop down a few halberds. What was the point?

"You can beat them up and drag them out to chop them, as long as they don't die inside."

Lance didn't care, how could he let these guys go, but the restrictions of the ritual meant that they could only use their bare hands instead of using equipment.

When Boudica heard this, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Don't forget her barbarian combat skills, proficient in unarmed combat.

"Get ready to take action, so as not to have a long night of nightmares." Lance sized up the situation and then assigned the task, "Junia will be guarding outside, Wang Caiyou will be supporting us, and I will go in with the two of them."

"I can do it too!" Junia was a little dissatisfied, putting herself together with the wolf, feeling that Lance was looking down on her.

"I know, but your magic is the most threatening to them, not your fists."

Lance said calmly, raising his hand to stroke Wangcai's wolf head, "You know if you follow me outside, you'll bite anyone who escapes to death?"

Wangcai didn't howl, he just wanted to turn his head and lick Lance's hand, his spiritual wolf eyes shining brightly at night.

"Let's do it." Lance took a long breath. To be honest, he was feeling a little stressed, but he had to bear it.

If he really followed the ancestor's arrangements, he should be arguing with the housekeeper and the mayor now. He is standing here today because of his bet.

When he looked at the camp again, his eyes became fierce and there was no hesitation at all.

Boudica couldn't wait but rushed forward. She was like a lurking cheetah, her vigorous figure rushing through the dense forest, but she didn't make too much noise.

She opened the way and a few people followed her. After approaching a hundred meters, the crazy believers still failed to notice. With such slackness, Lance was lucky that these were not his own soldiers.

Boudica was the first to rush out, and the last thirty meters distance quickly shortened under her footsteps, and she was among those people in just a few breaths.

“waaagh!!!”

She let out a roar to vent her accumulated emotions. Against the flickering firelight, the war lines on her face showed a looming light, and her expression was full of ferocity.

The power of the war roar directly affected several people in front of her. Boudicca didn't care what they were doing. She just wanted to fight now.

He went straight up and hit the throat with a punch. The believer's throat bone was broken before he could react, and his face was still full of surprise. When he reacted, he could only hold his throat and spit out blood.

And the woman was pulled up by her hair and hit hard on the ground. Her neck was broken before she could scream.

But this was far from enough for her. She usually had to suppress herself when training new recruits or teaching students, but at this time she could unleash her power as much as she wanted.

This is like a lion falling into a flock of sheep...

Geralt's combat skills have not changed much because he does not use weapons. His fighting style is still so straightforward, and he is worthy of being a terrifying master demon hunter.

What fell on his hands was not that painful, but Lance didn't care about that.

Without any skills, Lance used his strong physique to charge forward.

A punch to the sternum can stop the heart directly.

A slap in the face can directly knock someone's head off.

A kick can send someone flying several meters.

Raising your hand and grabbing it can break your neck.

He is like a furious killing machine. No one can withstand his attacks. What's even worse is that he always sacrifices casually.

When the sacrifices disappeared, the ritual that enveloped this place was also directly scrapped.

After all, there were a lot of believers here, and they quickly reacted without caring about what they had just done. They pulled out and rushed over to kill the three of them.

The strange thing is that none of these guys ran away, but kept rushing up to attack the three of them.

However, Boudica and the others cannot use weapons. No matter how strong their personal strength is, they will still be unable to defeat four people with their fists when facing a group fight.

What's even more troublesome is that these believers are not physically capable of falling down due to ordinary injuries. They struggle to stand up.

Lance was fierce, he would attack the enemies before they could come over, and sacrifice them directly when they were dead.

But Boudicca and the others were constrained because they were swarmed and surrounded, leaving them no room to even swing their fists and almost putting them in danger.

"Accept the sanction of the Holy Flame!"

Angry words rang out, and a flash of light suddenly struck a believer besieging Boudicca in the dark night. Divine magic can heal injuries and also bring punishment to the enemy.

The strong holy power poured into their bodies, almost burning their brains dry, and they immediately fell to the ground.

"Divinity."

"Church people."

"Kill her!"

There was a slight pause in the chaotic battlefield at this moment. The next second, for some reason, those believers directly separated some parts to kill Junia. It seemed that they had some deep hatred.

It can only be said that the church is still good at attracting firepower. This accident greatly reduced the pressure on Boudicca and Geralt.

Facing the charging enemies, Junia knew that magic had its limits after all, and she had already picked up the mace and prepared to fight.

But once they leave the scope of the ritual, what awaits them will be a more cruel death.

The wealth that had been waiting in the darkness for a long time stretched out its sharp claws at this moment...

The battle started suddenly and ended just as quickly. Their resistance was powerless in the face of the three men who looked like wolves and tigers, leaving only the wailing believers everywhere.

It's incredible to say that one person can kill ten people, but in fact, it doesn't even take a second for Lance to kill one person. This is extraordinary power.

Many of them were seriously injured. Lance signaled the two of them to quickly drag the people out of the ceremony venue, while he sacrificed the dead ones directly.

After all, we are still fighting, and no one dares to hold back. It is normal for a few to die.

If you want to understand the situation here, you have to start with those who are alive.

In this regard, he could only focus on those believers who were maimed.

Disma was away, so he had to take matters into his own hands.

"Tell me, where are the rest of you?" Lance said, stepping on the hand of a believer.

But what he waited for was not screams, but laughter and a series of brainwashing words from the Ascension Sect.

"Damn blasphemer!" Junia gritted her teeth with hatred and picked up the hammer to go up and fuck him.

But Lance raised his hand to stop him, "It's not necessary, you won't feel the pain if you hit him."

It's not that he hasn't wiped out the camp, but those believers collapsed at the first touch, and there was only a small part of the die-hards, just like before.

Now seeing their reactions, Lance has understood that these remaining believers are not shallow believers at all, but fanatical believers whose bodies have been transformed through many flesh and blood rituals.

Their pain is twisted into pleasure, and they are not afraid of death.

In any case, these are cultivated talents, and they are thrown here as bait and sacrifices.

The ancestor is really cruel...

Unless there is a special necessity, Lance has always disliked torturing others, and these guys who cannot be called human have already damaged their brains, so there is no need to torture to extract confessions.

With a cold face, Lance took out a dagger and inserted it into his eye socket to stir up the brain matter. The blood streaked across the laughing face, sacrificing it before it even dripped on the ground.

But he did not stop at this time, but calmly executed the remaining believers like mowing grass.

The void swallowed everything, but it could not hide the strange gazes of Geralt and Junia.

Neither of them said anything. Geralt's reaction was quite normal. He was cautious in his words and actions, and even if he had opinions, he would not express his attitude too obviously.

But how could such an upright person like Junia be like this?

Lance didn't pay too much attention, but wiped the dirt off the dagger and gave a simple explanation.

"Do you know why these people don't like armor and rush to the enemy when they see them? Because they are pursuing pain and they are pursuing death.

In their eyes, death is just a part of ascension, and their death and their flesh and blood will feed the terrifying evil god, so we need to dispose of the corpses. "

Lance revealed a little bit of information to them about the Ascension Sect. There was nothing to hide. They would definitely know it as long as they were still active in Hamlet.

"Lord, you have been fighting against them for so long. You know the methods of these cultists better. Let's save these ordinary people first." Geralt changed the topic and talked about the weird scene just now.

Lance turned to look at the tied ordinary people aside.

He didn't lie. He really came to rescue these ordinary people, because they were the most valuable clues.

However, after Geralt went over to check, he frowned and shook his head at everyone.

"The dead man should have been killed by some mysterious ritual. All the blood on his body has disappeared."

No one knew whether they were still alive in the dark, but this information did leave Lance speechless. It seemed that the ancestor did not leave anything for him.

And just when Lance was in a daze, a sound from the side drew his attention back. He looked over and saw this guy Wangcai wandering into the camp. At this time, he was roaring at a tent.

"Let's go! Go over and see what Wangcai found?"

Lance said hello and walked over. Just the sound of footsteps approaching caused the tent to let out suppressed sobs and chaotic and heavy breathing.

They were not surprised when they heard this, but instead cautiously surrounded the tent.

"Six, the breathing sounds are so sharp and short, they are not those of the cultists."

Who didn't have any skills? Geralt could tell who they were just by the sound of their breathing. He shook his head and whispered to Lance and the others.

"Get the tent open."

Lance directly raised his hand to signal Boudicca to take action, while he picked up the torch from the side and approached it actively.

Boudica directly waved his halberd and cut the tent cloth open. At this moment, chaotic shouts rang out.

"Oh! Holy Light, please save me..."

"I don't want to die yet..."

"I don't like food!"

"Hahaha!" Lance couldn't help laughing when he saw them like this. This group should be the refugees Geralt mentioned. It seems that the ancestor did not take them away, which means that his adventure was correct.

How could they calm down when they saw a figure holding a torch laughing wildly when they saw themselves?

Especially when they saw Lance walking towards them, they thought he was going to execute them, so they suddenly panicked and screamed. Now in their eyes, Lance and the others are more terrifying than the cultists.

"Don't come over here!"

There was a burst of wailing, but Lance smiled and explained.

"We are not those cultists, you are saved."

This sound did not make them quiet down, and Lance was not polite. He would slap each of them to see if you were still crazy.

As expected, there is no such thing. Only fists can make them understand.

"We are here to rescue you. Now that all the cultists have escaped, let us immediately tell you how you got here and what you have experienced here!"

Lance's tough attitude finally calmed them down, but they still seemed a little unconvinced when they heard that they had been saved.

"See for yourselves, are those guys still here now?" Lance held a torch in front of them. All he could see was a slightly messy venue, and there were no more cultists who didn't like to wear clothes.

Saved was just three words, but it meant too much to them, and at this moment they burst into tears.