Our family is in decline

Boudica looked very happy just now, but underestimating the enemy's advance, he fell into the enemy's siege.

Facing the claws stretched out by the darkness, even Disma's reminder could not change the situation of the battle.

At this moment, a hook flew out and accurately wrapped around the outstretched arm. When the rope was stretched, the sudden pull caused it to stumble and miss the best opportunity to attack.

At the same time, a hidden figure also emerged. It was also a helmeted and shirtless Ascension sect.

And Boudicca also reacted, without any intention of retreating, and swiped his backhand halberd directly to cut open the guy's abdomen.

But this time she finally saw with her own eyes the inhuman power of those cultists.

Ugly flesh sprouts sprouted from the wound amid the flowing blood, and the flesh and blood healed quickly during intercourse. It was no wonder that her attack just now had no effect.

The other one who recovered started to attack again, and Boudicca was immediately under siege.

However, Tardif is not a show-off. In the previous experience, he was stunned and caused Boudicca to be injured, which made him a little embarrassed, but this time he obviously wanted to regain his face.

"Leave this to me." Tardif pulled the hook and marked his opponent directly, and slashed at the cult warrior with the ax in his hand.

Disma never fired, not because he was lazy and avoiding the fight, but because he understood during the battle against these cultists that there was usually a cult wizard in their team.

The lord warned countless times that wizards who mastered evil magic were the greatest threat.

Don't give orders and understand that his mission is to snipe these wizards, but the dim pipe makes it difficult to see too far away, and he is unwilling to shoot at will without finding the exact location.

"Damn it!" Disma yelled, not daring to delay any longer and rushed forward. His dagger was not a vegetarian either...

Another ax hit the enemy in front of him. If it were an ordinary cultist, his bones would have been split open, but this one only suffered some flesh injuries and was stuck by the bones.

"Fuck you!" Lance yelled angrily and kicked the cultist right in the stomach. The violent burst of power sent him flying backwards.

The ax stuck on it has also been pulled away, and the wounds on the cultist's body are healing quickly.

Lance couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene, feeling more and more that these light weapons were too weak.

Oh shit! If we care about whether you can recover from the outside, you will be half-dead or half disabled with one sword. As long as there is no sense of resistance and you directly sacrifice and wipe it out, all the power of flesh and blood is nonsense.

It's a pity that the giant sword cannot be used here, and the lethality of the ax is obviously not enough for these cultists who can recover quickly.

Does he have to fall into a situation of consumption with the enemy?

How can it be!

Although Lance was aware of the special nature of these guys when they first came into contact, he did not panic. Being dragged into the brawl just now was just to test the strength of these guys.

In Lance's opinion, they are stronger than those elite cultists, but they are definitely not as good as those cultists who implanted [seeds] to reach the sky in one step. It should only be a qualitative change caused by too many flesh and blood rituals.

After finishing the research, Lance no longer held back his hands. He raised his hand and took out a bottle and quickly poured it on the axe.

There was blood dripping on the ax blade, and the poured powder was directly stained on it.

At this moment, the cultist who was kicked out just now recovered and continued to attack Lance, laughing wildly.

"Hahaha! Who dares to kill me?"

Lance was not used to it at all. He rounded the ax and struck it on the face.

The attack cut open the face of the cultist and cut the cultist's nose into two halves, but the ax blade was stuck in the skull.

Lance pulled out without hesitation, drawing out a large amount of blood.

This kind of injury looks very tragic, but if it is done before, it can be recovered quickly.

But this time it was not so lucky. No granulation sprouted from the wound. On the contrary, blood continued to flow out.

The cultist who was still laughing maniacally suddenly seemed to realize something. He didn't care about attacking and raised his hand to touch his face.

"How...how could..."

Fear, or pain, reappeared in the brain that had been eroded by the flesh and blood ritual.

At the same time, the effect of the powder appeared, and it actually felt pain and itching from the wound, as if there were insects crawling on the wound, constantly eating away at its flesh.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Yes, this is the key to the recovery ability that Lance specially prepared to deal with the flesh and blood monster "rogue" of the ancestor faction - corpse spores.

Do you really think he dared to break into this cave without preparation? Wouldn't it specifically target the most proud power of an old thing?

That would be too much to underestimate him~

Lance was not in a hurry to attack, but was observing the effect of this attack, but he was somewhat dissatisfied.

According to her own request, Greendale modified this thing and added multiple insurances to ensure its safety while also eliminating many of its effects.

It doesn't have the domineering power of the [necrotic fungus] that was cultivated in the hands of the witch to devour all flesh and blood, and it doesn't even have the kind of rapid dissolution of flesh and blood that is used on corpses.

Now it has been shown that it can indeed slow down the healing of the flesh and blood of these cultists, which is equivalent to inhibiting the enemy's ability to recover blood after using it, and at the same time causing a bleeding state.

Soon Lance understood something. In the final analysis, this kind of thing was not a normal product, but something cultivated under mysterious rituals with extraordinary power.

Now that the cultist is still alive, the extraordinary power of his body will instinctively resist and resist the damage caused by the [Corpse Spores], and it will not be as one-sided as when used on corpses.

But Lance is very satisfied now. As expected, Greendale is a treasure.

While his illness was threatening to kill him, Lance picked up the ax and left enough wounds on the cultist's body in a few strokes. Those wounds that would not heal and could not stop bleeding quickly drained the last of its life force.

After solving this problem, Lance turned his attention to the battle situation. Boudica and the others were also entangled by the weird abilities of the cultists.

"Tardif, follow on." Lance shouted and threw the spore-stained ax towards him.

At this time, Tardif had given up the hook rope, because it was really useless against this kind of monster, and the wounds caused by his own ax on its body would heal soon.

The enemy's attack was extremely fanatical, and they were basically sacrificing their lives to attack, forcing them to be extremely powerless.

If he hadn't been blocked by this armor, he might have been stabbed through, but he was also very powerless.

Although he was surprised after hearing what his employer said, he had no time to react and only saw the ax flying towards him.

An ordinary person would definitely not be able to catch this, but Tardif is not an ordinary person, let alone equipped with the [agility claw], which allows him to react faster. He just raised his hand and caught it easily, and suddenly two axes fell on his left and right hands. .

The battle was fierce just now, and he didn't care about Lance. He didn't know what was special about this ax, so he just used it as an ordinary weapon.

It was easier to deal with the cultist by wielding the double axe, but he soon discovered that something was wrong, because the wounds caused by the ax showed no signs of healing and instead continued to bleed. It could be seen that the cultist's condition was getting worse and worse. .

Tardif realized something and the attack became more violent.

But before Lance could stop, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the darkness of the passage, and at the same time there was an explosion of spirituality. Needless to say, it was clear that Disma was in trouble.

"Leave this to me, you go to the front and help Disma." Lance rushed forward quickly, and instead of using the zombie spores, he took out an ax with a simple shape and a green blade. It was the Banshee. Hatchet.

Lance's appearance frees Boudicca from her predicament. Being stopped by a cultist is not a good thing for her.

In fact, she was a little anxious. If there was room for her to show her absolute confidence outside, she could kill that guy. Unfortunately, if she raised the halberd any higher here, it would hit the bricks and stones.

Long weapons without space for exerting force are at a disadvantage, and are not even as effective as short weapons.

But she didn't talk nonsense. There was no time for her to complain during the battle, so she immediately broke away from the battle and rushed towards the darkness.

Lance has no intention of testing this time. He can't match the Pig Knight in terms of strength. Could it be that he can't match you?

Brutal violence was Lance's fighting style. Without saying a word, he hit the cultist on the head with a shield.

This is not fishing, and wearing a helmet is useless.

The pure power poured out, and the black iron helmet without a buffer layer transmitted the power more evenly to the head, causing it to lose consciousness in an instant.

Lance swung his ax and struck the cultist's neck. The wound did not heal. On the contrary, the power of the short ax began to erode the flesh along the wound.

A pustular rash can be seen around the wound with the naked eye, and there are signs of gradual spread.

But the power in the body also began to resist, so you can see the tug-of-war of constant decay at the wound but continuous recovery.

This is a confrontation with extraordinary power, and the battlefield is the body of the cultist.

It's a pity that Lance is not satisfied with this. The short ax in his hand works harder. No matter how hard the bones are, they can't be as strong as steel, let alone the erosion of extraordinary power.

When the spine was severed, the head did not fall down, but fell to the side along with some flesh and blood, and at the same time, the body also fell.

Lance looked at the eroded wound and couldn't help but shook his head.

Sometimes being too strong is not a good thing. He could have cut down with just one axe, but now he has to be forced to make more cuts, which adds to the pain.

At the same time, I also had an idea of ​​the power of this banshee hatchet.

But the battle was not over. He could hear the noise coming from the darkness ahead, and quickly picked up the axe...

Disma guessed right. Ascension Cult configurations usually have a spellcaster who knows how to use rituals and sorcery.

Unlike the cult warriors who only have fanatical minds, in fact, when the team encountered it, the cult witch realized that the enemy in front of her was not simple. After all, those who could survive here were ruthless people.

Therefore, she immediately prepared to cast a spell. The power of the soul-obsessing spell would destroy their spirits, and the body would become the nourishment for her to get closer to the Lord.

Yes, she is equally fanatical. She was originally just the daughter of an ordinary farmer. Her parents were both honest farmers and they married her off very early.

Life after marriage can be seen at a glance. It is nothing more than farming and having children, repeating the reincarnation of our ancestors in a state of confusion.

It wasn't until it came into contact with the Ascension Sect that it understood the other side of the world. It still loved its family very much, so it sent them all to God.

And now it wants to send these people as well.

Casting a spell is not a simple matter, and it takes time to communicate with that magical power without any preparation.

It originally thought that those warriors could block the enemy and buy itself time, but it didn't expect that an enemy suddenly rushed up!

While Boudica and the others were entangled with the cult warriors, Disma found a chance to break away and finally found the cult witch hiding behind who was doing something unknown.

He had suffered a big loss before. The moment he saw it, Disma almost didn't think about it. He just drew his gun and shot as a conditioned reflex.

The next second, a ball of blood exploded from the heart of the cult witch, and at the same time, the spell-casting ritual was interrupted.

It's not that Disma didn't want to hit the target, but he was in a hurry and didn't give him time to aim. The first priority was to interrupt it, so he fired first no matter what.

Disma knew that the cult witch could not be killed, so he immediately picked up his dagger and rushed forward to end this scourge once and for all.

It's just that he didn't know the weird methods of these guys. The cult witch actually raised her staff and waved it despite the gunshot wound.

An indescribable magic circle stood out in front of her. It was covered with various twisted words and was emitting a strange fluorescence, revealing an inexplicable dangerous atmosphere.

Disma's forward steps paused, and even a fool knew there was something wrong with this thing.

But he couldn't help it at this time. The evil spell was almost instantaneous, and he didn't even have time to react before he saw the magic circle tearing apart the space, and a purple-black tentacle as thick as an arm stretched out from it and hit him.

The whole person flew backwards instantly, which shows the great power.

Disma was caught off guard and failed to neutralize the force, so he could only hit the ground hard.

An ordinary person would have died directly. Fortunately, Disma had been strengthened by Lance, so his physique could resist the bloodline to some extent.

But his body was not in good shape after being hit so hard. The moment he landed, he instinctively turned sideways and bent over, and a sweet taste filled his throat.

He was still conscious, but it felt like his whole body was in pieces.

The cult witch severely injured Disma with just one move, but the cost of the forced spell just now was definitely exaggerated for it, because it had not yet recovered from the severe damage to its heart.

It can be seen that the terrifying power of flesh and blood of the ancestors basically makes them have no obvious physical weaknesses.

But this is based on the fact that there is sufficient extraordinary power in the body. Once there is a problem with the power in the body, no matter how magical the ritual is, it will lose its effect.

After Disma landed on the ground, the figure of the cult witch exhausted her last bit of strength while shaking, and fell limply backwards.

My child, mother is here...