Our family is in decline

Chapter 379 I won’t come in the next life...

But those cultists didn't say they were afraid, and they were even less afraid of death. They wanted to kill this guy and offer it to God with a fanatical attitude.

"The avalanche is unstoppable!" The man's words remained calm, and with a heavy momentum, he swung his broken sword towards the injured elite cultist.

The broken sword slashed down with unparalleled power, and even Black Iron's helmet could not block it. It was cut open together with half of his brain, and he died on the spot.

With a backhand slash, the terrifying power directly cut apart the two people who came forward and behind, and the blood and internal organs exploded like balloons.

The strong strength shown by the newly strengthened body showed no weakness at all, as if there was a force emerging in his body.

If Lance were here, I'm afraid he would be able to see that he is surrounded by aura, and he definitely has more than one extraordinary piece of equipment, and none of it is ordinary.

Or maybe he is a powerful transcendent himself!

Fighting so many cultists alone, that gesture became the focus of the audience, and even the cultists couldn't help but focus their attention there.

When Vic saw the figure holding a broken sword, he couldn't help but feel glad that he had made the decision not to offend him.

But Hamlet is not weak either!

Vic had not entered the car formation just now. Instead, he wandered outside and gathered the mounted guards, forming a cavalry team of about ten people outside.

Not everyone can ride a horse and serve as a scout. These are basically veterans from Hamlet. It can be said that all of them are skilled warriors.

After that person attracted the attention of the cultists, Vic took the lead directly, killing the cultists with a musket and a saber.

"boom!"

He got close and shot a cultist with a bloody hole in his chest. He waved his saber with his backhand to block another cultist's pitchfork stab. Before Vic could take action, his teammate next to him cut off the guy's head with a follow-up knife.

The team is Hamlet's weapon against his enemies.

"Kill!" Vic raised his knife and charged. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to his days in the army.

The convoy was safe for the time being, while the team led by Vic moved flexibly and kept attacking, either shooting or wielding a saber to kill each cultist.

The Ascension Sect mobilized at least forty or fifty people, but among them there were probably only five or six elites. The rest were rotten fish and shrimps found out of nowhere. The weapons in their hands were just like ordinary farmers.

Apart from the fearless morale, there is nothing left that can be used, especially against those brave veterans led by Vic.

Those who besieged the convoy were quickly hacked to death, but Vic and the others did not stop but directly reorganized their formation and attacked the cultists among the refugees.

The refugees had dispersed in droves, leaving corpses on the ground, but they could still see the man who was still being besieged by the cultists.

Riding on a horse, each sword swing carries the potential energy of the horse, and can easily cause greater damage.

After rushing back and forth several times, he rescued the man who was besieged by the cultists, but Vic knew that even if he didn't come over, the cultists might not be able to kill him. Instead, they would be killed by him. Those on the ground were easily chopped into pieces. The terrifying power of this man can be seen from the lump's corpse.

"My friend, are you okay?"

"It's okay~" came a hoarse voice accompanied by heavy breathing.

Vic looked at the blood stains on his body. The armor blocked most of the damage, but it was obvious that many of the bandages on his body were broken, and there were blood stains oozing from the inside out. This was an attack... no matter what. It doesn't look like anything is wrong.

But the next scene made Vic a little strange. He saw the man holding the broken sword in front of him, placing his hands on the hilt of the sword and lowering his head slightly, muttering something as if praying, giving people a solemn feeling. a feeling of.

His condition improved just in a matter of breaths. This appearance reminded him of the power mastered by extraordinary beings as mentioned by the lord.

By the time he reacted, he had already seen the man holding a bandaged patient. Judging from the blood stains on it, it was obvious that he had been injured in the battle just now, and now he was on the verge of death.

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you."

"No...it was us who dragged the king down...it is my greatest honor to die in the king's arms...please don't feel sad for me..."

The patient wanted to reach out and say something, but as soon as he raised his hand, he dropped it again, and his life disappeared completely.

Upon seeing this, Vic said nothing more, and instead called the team back to deal with the trouble left by the cultists. Among the corpses on the ground, there were also those who were seriously injured but not dead and kept wailing. Among them were cultists and of course refugees.

For this situation, Vic had no better solution. He just asked people to give them relief.

This is not cold and cruel...but this is the best he can give them.

"What else do you wish for?"

"I hope I won't come again in the next life..."

"Yes, this world is so hopeless..." Vic nodded when he heard this, but broke his neck in an instant, allowing him to die without pain.

After putting the corpse down, Vic's expression was not shaken. Instead, he looked more firmly in the direction of Hamlet and murmured to himself.

"But there is always hope..."

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The two figures kept colliding in the open space, and others could not even see the detailed movements clearly. There were only the sounds of gold and iron clashing, and the harsh sound of metal friction.

The same power between the two was directly reflected in the open space. Holes appeared one after another in the soft soil that had just been plowed. The original turf and soil on it continued to splash, and the earth was ravaged by wild power.

A series of sparks burst out with a "Bah!" sound, and the two figures suddenly staggered apart. When they stabilized, they could see that it was the werewolf transformed by Lance and Wolf Warrior.

The two have been fighting fiercely for a long time, and Lance has completely lost the arrogance he had at the beginning.

I have been in this world for so long, and this is the first time I have encountered such a difficult enemy.

You could see that the clothes on his body were almost torn to pieces, stained with a lot of blood, and there were scars of various sizes on his exposed body.

In severe cases, the flesh and blood are flying, and the blood is uncontrollable and flows out continuously.

You must know that Lance's physique is very powerful, and ordinary swords will not easily break through the defense like thick cowhide, which is equivalent to a certain degree of damage reduction.

But now he looks so embarrassed. He appeared last time when he wore armor and killed a bandit.

This time, it was obvious that the damage was caused by the werewolf. With the super speed and flexibility of the werewolf, the wolf claws and fangs with strange and extraordinary power became very terrifying.

Lance, who is holding a giant sword, can hardly keep up with its rhythm. Often it can only swing a sword by grabbing three of its claws (multiple moves in one round). Sometimes it is better to let it catch it than to let it bite it. One is A flesh wound can be disabling.

After being injured, a strange force remained on the wound, preventing the flesh and blood from healing, forcing him to consume more spiritual energy to consume the remaining power.

This is him. An ordinary person would have been torn to pieces by a werewolf.

Although the weird wolf transformation gives it a strong physique and good recovery ability, it is definitely not easy to fight with Lance head-on.

He does not have the endless strength like Lance, and he can see that his condition has dropped a lot, there are many scars on his body, and his hair has been shaved off.

The most serious thing can be seen that its left arm is hanging at a weird angle and is weak. This is the result of receiving a sword from Lance. The heavy sword has no edge, but the power contained in it is difficult for even a werewolf to withstand.

The brief separation between the two was a battle in which neither side could maintain this intensity.

The surroundings had been cleared long ago, and Greendale was the only one watching, but it was precisely because of this that I felt the terrifying strength of the wolf warrior. This was completely beyond the champions recorded in the tribe, and even the legendary strong men should not have this kind of power. strength.

The more I look for clues in my memory, the more frightened I become.

It's not a power, it's a curse...

What exactly did he sacrifice during the ceremony? And who is the target?

If she had seen such a powerful wolf warrior on the night of genocide, she might not even have the heart to escape.

But at this time, such a powerful wolf warrior was stopped by the man, and even severely injured the monster.

The fear was dispelled by that man, and a strong power of revenge arose in Greendale's heart.

She took action the moment the two separated. She had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!

"The Wrath of Nature!"

Greendale let out a roar, a madness she had never seen before.

Holding the staff in both hands, she paused in front of her body, exaggerated natural power emerged, and in Lance's eyes, her entire body erupted with a rich emerald green luster.

It's just that Greendale slowly closed her eyes at this time. She had to feel nature with her heart and integrate into nature, so that she could get natural feedback.

There was nothing she could do in that environment before, but now she believed that Lance could protect herself.

When is a spellcaster the most terrifying?

A safe environment, enough casting time, just like this moment.

I am natural at this moment!

Lance also felt a strange vibration coming from the earth. In the next second, countless tree roots rushed out. Compared with the previous ones this time, they could be called small and the size of the trees was more than ten times larger. The roots gathered from all sides and pounced on the werewolf like the petals of a flower closing.

The tall body of the werewolf jumped up without any sluggishness, trying to jump out of the encirclement with its super jumping ability.

But Lance is not a decoration.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the werewolf's head tilted violently. The bullet carried strong kinetic energy and directly interrupted the werewolf's rhythm and caused it to fall back.

"Huh~" Lance blew away the smoke coming from the muzzle of the gun and murmured: "I don't even know what you are dancing~"

Greendale took action and gave him a moment of respite. The strange power left in the wound between breaths was dissipated. The bleeding was stopped under [flesh and blood reconstruction], and the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fallen state also quickly improved under the reinforcement of [Blessing], even stronger!

You are as strong as you can be, but if I don’t wait a few seconds, I will have to fight a war of attrition with me.

If I can't beat you one on one, I'll fight in a group.

I have teammates, what do you have?

Oh...it turns out that all your teammates are dead.

However, the werewolf transformed by the Warrior Wolf is destined not to hear this, because the werewolf will be swallowed by the tree roots instantly after falling back into the encirclement. But if it were so simple, it would not have been fighting with Lance for so long without deciding the outcome. .

After falling into it and being silent for only two or three seconds, the tree roots were blown away by a powerful force. The figure of the werewolf emerged from the broken tree roots. You can see that a piece of hair is missing from its head, but that's all. , not even blood was shed.

Those were the traces of the gunshot just now, but it also showed that it was difficult for the gun to threaten it after being farther away.

However, Greendale did not waver at all. Did she really think that she had just stood here and done nothing?

I don’t know where so many tree roots came from. They broke free from the shackles of the earth and killed them.

Do you want to fight against nature?

If the werewolf had been in its initial state, Greendale would not be able to drive the tree roots as fast as it. Even if it was trapped, it would have been killed from these roots long ago. However, the battle just now almost left it half disabled, and it was only after its state declined that it was killed. Greendale is entangled.

The tree roots that kept emerging made it tired to deal with it. The metal-cutting sharp claws cut off one, but stretched out two more, leaving only one arm. It quickly seized the opportunity.

No matter how cunning and powerful the beast is, it cannot be a match for the hunter after falling into a trap.

A tree root with a thick arm directly took the opportunity to tie the werewolf's right arm. As long as this arm is restricted, its fighting ability will...

Wolves not only have claws, but also fangs.

The werewolf turned his head and bit into the thick tree roots that bound his arms.

In the next second, the tree root as thick as an arm was bitten off instantly, as easily as eating French fries.

屮! I knew it.

Lance couldn't help but curse secretly when he saw this, and looked at the giant sword in his hand. There was an obvious tooth mark on it, which was left by Lance blocking its attack in the previous battle.

It can leave marks on steel, and if it bites your own arm, it may be cut off instantly.

But the power of nature is endless. If one tree root is broken, two will grow.

Neck, waist, wrists and ankles...

Taking advantage of this moment, the tree roots controlled by Greendale swarmed up and directly tied the werewolf into a big character. No matter how hard the werewolf struggled, he could not exert any strength.

"War Wolf!" Greendale suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the controlled werewolf and roared, as if she wanted to vent all the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time.

But this was not enough to let her vent her anger. Her hand holding the staff tightened more and more, and the overwhelming hatred turned into strength. Even from such a distance, she could hear the sound of the bound tree roots tightening. , seems to want to crush it alive.

Don’t underestimate the power of plants, a seedling can prop up a skull.

That is to say, the super-high physique of the werewolf. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary person, he would have been strangled by tree roots and turned into fertilizer.

Greendale wanted to eat its flesh and drink its blood, but she didn't want to simply kill the wolf.

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