Our family is in decline

"Damn! These little bastards are training so early in the morning? Why don't you let me sleep~" Disma murmured words of complaint when the intensive gunshots rang out, "I don't usually see them being so diligent..."

Just as he said that, he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes suddenly. The laziness of just waking up was no longer in his eyes, but full of vigilance.

damn it! We should be practicing physical fitness at this time, so why are there gunshots?

Those who work in their profession are very sensitive to these things, because those who are not sensitive will die.

He pushed the woman on top of him away with one hand and got out of the bed. While putting on his equipment, he walked to the window and looked out carefully.

"Sir, what's going on?" The woman on the bed was awakened by the silence and asked as if she was still awake.

"None of your business." Disma could see the vigilantes starting to organize militia to take over the security of the town, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Don't go out and run around if you have nothing to do."

Disma hurriedly walked out after saying this, leaving the woman curling her lips and complaining.

"Hmph! Man~"

But she instead reached out and picked up the money from the bedside table and weighed it in her hands, with a proud smile on her face.

When the smoke rose, the cultists who had mixed with the refugees took action, and some of the guys who had been waiting for a long time also began to attack Hamlet.

Militiamen guard some key locations, but these cultists are elites and may not be able to withstand them when they collide.

Although they have participated in militia training, they are not professional soldiers after all. They are bound to have fluctuations when they see blood.

What was even more serious was when they found that the spears pierced the bodies of the enemies but did not kill them. Instead, they made them laugh wildly with excitement, and the pressure was completely high.

And when those guys' wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the will of these people was shaken.

Why does the church suppress and block all supernatural powers?

That's why.

Those extraordinary powers that emerge are unstable factors and will shake the foundation of their rule.

And here it is shown as that shaky defense line.

"unbeatable……"

"Can we really defeat these demons?"

"I shouldn't overestimate myself..."

Originally, as long as the militiamen maintained their gun formations according to training, it would be difficult for these cultists to break through, but psychological factors became the key to overpowering them.

"boom!"

At this moment, a gunshot rang out, and a cultist fell down. The black iron helmet did not save his life, because the bullet entered through the eye.

With this kind of accuracy, only Disma can do it.

"What are you afraid of! They will be injured and die just the same. What's the fuss?"

Disma shouted and rushed over. He also gave lessons to these militiamen and taught them how to use guns, so this voice was quite familiar to everyone.

The appearance of the instructor gave them psychological support, and more importantly, Disma used reality to illustrate that these cultists could also be killed.

Fear comes from the unknown, but once you understand it, the pressure it brings will suddenly decrease.

The formation was maintained again, but the attack of the cultists would not simply retreat.

"I've been fooling around for too long." Disma finished reloading, took out the short sword from his waist and looked at the cultists and said coldly...

There were more than one battles in Hamlet, and the Ascension Sect really tried its best this time.

"Kill them, girl!"

A crisp whistle was accompanied by a shout, and an agile figure rushed out and swooped forward to bite the cultists.

This bite was deep enough to the bone, and the cultist was dragged down directly in the fierce bite.

William also rushed up, picked up the baton with spikes on the end, swung it hard, and knocked it on the hood to knock him out.

Pull off the cultist's hood and slap him in the face!

William had learned from his family and practiced hard for many years, so his strength was acceptable. He blew the head off the cultist in just a few blows.

But these cultists did not appear alone, but in small groups.

Now those peace officers were sent to lead the militia. He killed a nearby cultist and discovered his presence. Three of them rushed towards him directly.

But William was unafraid, with the dog leash rolled up into a fist in one hand, and the baton stained with blood and minced meat and brains tightly held in the other hand.

And Figes also lowered his posture, ready to rush out at any time, with blood still on his grinning fangs.

Both the man and the dog were ready to fight, but at this moment, a man suddenly rushed out of the hotel door.

I saw that the man was fully armed, wearing scale armor and holding a short ax in his hand.

Who else could this outfit be than Tardif?

Tardif, who was in the hotel just now, also heard the gunshots outside, but he was not familiar with Hamlet and did not know the problem, so he continued to sleep.

Until there was the sound of fighting downstairs, and from the window I saw several cultists appearing on the street attacking the townspeople for unknown reasons.

He didn't know what happened, but he knew this was a good opportunity to collect a bounty. He quickly put on his equipment and came down, and he happened to be stuck between the cultist and William.

"It's time to kill~" Tardif drew out the ax from his waist, stared at the nearest cultist and rushed forward.

William knew about this mercenary, but he only knew about it. There was not much communication between the two parties, but his appearance took the initiative to share the responsibility of a cultist. Although there were two others, but...

William was turning his head to look at the other two cultists who had emerged, but at this moment a person rushed out of the street, it was Boudicca holding a halberd.

She didn't care about anything else. As soon as she came out, she aimed at a cultist and charged towards him. The tip of her halberd pierced the chest and directly lifted the person up.

He threw the cultist to the ground with his backhand, took out his halberd and struck it directly on the neck. A series of moves ended its life, leaving only a headless corpse still twitching.

“waaagh!!!”

This scene of blood spurting out did not frighten her. Instead, her blood surged up and she let out a war cry.

On the other side, Tardif also killed the cultist. This kind of enemy knows how to deal with it after encountering it. He is very good at summing up experience.

He could even feel that the strength of these enemies was not as strong as those encountered in the cave. Whether it was strength or recovery ability, all he had to do was cut off their heads.

Soon he also ended the battle, turned around and saw that the three of them had dealt with the enemy individually.

William's condition was even worse here. He faced two cultists in a row, and both he and Figes were breathing heavily.

The strength of this kind of cultist is stronger than those that William has encountered before. If they were not all uncoordinated and stupid, they would probably be more difficult to deal with.

"What on earth are you doing?" Boudicca came over with his halberd on his shoulder. It looked like he was not tired at all from the trip to the beast cave.

Tardif also shook the blood on his ax and came closer, but he did not speak and just stood aside silently.

In fact, that's right. They don't need to bear as much pressure as Lance, and they also had some rest during the operation. Last night was enough for them to regain their energy.

Even because the training in the beast cave makes the whole person look stronger, people will grow.

"The farm outside the town was attacked. The lord and Leonard led the cavalry to come to the rescue, and then the cultists invaded..."

William simply told what he knew about the situation.

"I'm going to find the boss."

Boudicca didn't care much about this, she only cared about Lance.

Not to mention that there should be more enemies ahead, capable of a great battle!

William was a little helpless when he heard her words and could only give some advice.

"The lord will deal with those enemies. Now the army and militia have kept most of the cultists out, but there are still many cultists who have taken advantage of the chaos. We must protect Hamlet, otherwise the lord will be very unhappy when he comes back and sees the losses. happy."

Boudica naturally understood this truth. Although he was a little reluctant, he still agreed. After all, the consequences of the boss's anger would be serious.

"What about you? I will explain the situation to the lord, and the bounty will not be less for you." William knew what these bounty hunters were after.

Tardif did not speak, but nodded silently.

"Okay, my baby will lead us to find the enemy."

William knelt down and raised his hand to stroke Fergus's dog's head. The battle was not over yet, he had to find them as soon as possible.

"Smell carefully - we can always track our target!"

"Woof woof!" Figes immediately began to search and quickly found a location.

"Brothers, the hunting continues." William stood up and greeted the two of them.

…………

Wilderness development, outpost.

Until the wolf smoke rose under the morning sun, the saint who had been waiting for a long time finally spoke.

"Let a group of people go up first, I need sacrifices."

Combined with the ability of the Ascension Sect, it is obvious that a group of people are going to die first, and use their deaths in exchange for more powerful power.

But the man did not refuse, and directly ordered a group of weak people to ascend first, while the elite ones stayed to attack the difficulties.

Those believers who might have just been converted from the refugees were pushed forward with enthusiasm.

The forest around the outpost has been cleared, and even bushes and weeds are not left. The view is wide. Standing on the outpost, you can easily see the surrounding situation.

The people in the current outpost had just been awakened by the smoke, and believers from the Ascension Sect appeared in the surrounding area.

The jingling of bells and bells echoed throughout the outpost along with the shouts of the sentinels.

"The cultists from the north are attacking!"

"Ready to fight!"

The constant harassment and attacks by the cultists brought strong pressure, but it also allowed these soldiers to adapt.

Facing the enemy's situation, the army was quickly prepared and entered into combat status in an orderly manner.

"Free fire, aim for me, don't waste ammunition." When the captain on duty saw the scattered formation of the cultists, he knew that they did not come randomly, but deliberately guarded against the power of the musket array.

Rigorous training and high-intensity battles continuously improved their combat qualities and also trained several sharpshooters.

"Look at me!" a soldier shouted, then aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.

Bullets shot out amid the smoke and fire, directly hitting the head of a cultist who rushed fifty yards.

The power of the large caliber almost made his head explode like a watermelon, and even the Tianling Cap flew out.

The body also fell to the ground and died, and the brain mixed with blood streaked across the fanatical face, as if it was congealed at this moment.

Tick ​​tock!

Blood drips and seeps into the earth, nourishing the evil...

In the meeting hall of the outpost, Barristan and several people were arranging the situation. Although they didn't know what went wrong, they also saw Langyan.

And then there were sporadic invasions of cultists. They didn't think it was a coincidence, nor did they think it was ordinary harassment, but they thought it was a sign of the beginning of the war.

The cultists are testing the outpost.

"There won't be any problems with the lord in the town. We just need to hold on to the outpost and keep those cultists out."

Barristan turned to look at several captains responsible for different tasks, "How is the situation inside the outpost now?"

"The soldiers are brave and brave, and no one is absent."

"There is enough ammunition, feel free to use it!"

"If you dare to attack, you will be defeated!"

The fighting spirit of those soldiers is still very strong. They are not afraid of the cultists but are eager to eliminate more enemies for the lord.

In order to ensure the safety of the development zone, Lance discussed with several high-level military officials and deployed two hundred soldiers in the entire development zone. One hundred soldiers were stationed here to show their attention, and the remaining one hundred soldiers were divided into five teams to work in several areas. Camp.

Both for protection and to keep an eye on those guys, don't think that human beings are really that simple. In many cases, corruption will breed once they are out of control.

Because this is Hamlet, that kind of power affects people here all the time.

"It's a pity that our troops are still too few..."

Looking at the simple map in front of him, Barristan sighed helplessly.

He didn't think it was difficult to stick to the outpost, but he realized that there was a serious problem in the wilderness development zone, that is, many of the newly recruited refugees were arranged directly here.

If they make trouble, it's not clear whether those soldiers and some managers can suppress it.

But it is unreasonable to divide the troops. Now most of the soldiers have been transferred to musketeers. They can withstand a hundred times the enemy's attack by relying on this place. If they are released into the field, it will be difficult to say.

If you have a cavalry in your hand, you can coordinate these camps...

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise outside, as if the mountains were collapsing, making the earth feel shaken.

"What's going on!" Barristan's thoughts were interrupted, but he didn't care about it, just picked up the guy and rushed out.

All I could see was that the fortress that was supposed to be impregnable had been breached by someone unknown, and the outer wall made of large stones collapsed inward, as if it had been kicked open by a giant from the outside.

Although the fortress is in disrepair, the main structure is still very stable despite all the wind and rain.

What kind of evil power can shake this?

But reality didn't give him much time. Cultists immediately emerged from the gap in the collapsed outer wall... (End of Chapter)