Our family is in decline

"The pigs scream, the battle is ahead."

Lance and his group quickly reached this area. Under the special environment of the cave, sounds can travel far, so they could hear this familiar sound.

After all, they had just seen the Flesh Devourer fight against the Pig Man not long ago. This shows that there is absolutely no stability in the beast cave. On the contrary, the endless fighting is the secret of survival here.

It wasn't until they got closer and heard the cultists' crazy shouts that they immediately understood what was going on.

"This is pigs vs. cultists, the show is on!" Lang suddenly became excited. There is nothing more fun than watching dogs bite dogs.

He knew that the ancestor didn't care about this, and even actively promoted it, such as using pigs to train new cultists, and he was also using humans to feed the pigs.

This Diao Mao seems to have completely abandoned the meaning of being a human being. Only allowing him to ascend is what the ancestor truly values.

"The flying pillar is a real hit!" Boudica, who was watching the battle secretly, couldn't help but sigh, drawing Lance's attention back to the battlefield ahead.

Soon he understood why Boudica reacted this way.

The reason is very simple. Pigs cannot defeat those cultists with strong self-healing ability. Unless they can cut off their heads, they will heal during the battle.

Not to mention that there is not much advantage in numbers at home, which destined the Pigs to be at a disadvantage.

But just when the pig's decline was revealed, the pig thugs stood up to turn the tide.

A child was hit by the hammer. He was not wearing a helmet and died suddenly. His head exploded like a big watermelon.

Even if he wears a helmet, it will not help. The blunt impact armor-piercing effect coupled with the violent power can only suspend consciousness for a second or two at most, but he will still die.

The left hand with its sharp claws is also very ferocious. With one hand inserted, it can literally "rip out the heart and lungs" and tear out all the internal organs, or it can grab the whole person and smash it out.

Just like the fucking god of war!

The desperate counterattacks of those cultists only left some claw marks on its body. The tough pig skin and thick fat allowed it to withstand more damage than other pigs, and it was not afraid of the cultists' iron claws in a short period of time.

Now you understand why Boudica is difficult to fight alone.

She doesn't have the perverted self-healing ability of a cultist, so she can't be hit by a hammer. She is naturally timid when restricted.

But the tragic situation of those cultists now shows that Boudica is very powerful, so that he can fight against the pig thugs without falling behind.

"No wonder those pigmen can catch cultists and hang them on sacrificial monuments."

Lance actually enjoyed watching it, except for the melon seed soda.

But suddenly he seemed to notice something, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Alhazred. It was obvious that he also felt something.

"Spellcaster!"

"The power of corruption!"

Both of them said something, and almost as soon as they finished speaking, the pig thug screamed in horror as if he was cursed.

Lance has been here for a long time, and after dealing with pig people a lot, he knows that their excited screams are "squeaks". They only make such screams like killing pigs when they are frightened and in pain.

In Lance's eyes, the black mist was eroding the souls of the pig thugs. No matter how strong the body was, it could not resist the mental attack.

Just when everyone thought that the pig thug was going to end like this, what people didn't expect was that the pig thug didn't fall down like this. Instead, it seemed to fall into a rage, in an even crazier manner than before. Throw yourself into the killing.

The pig thugs' will is being tested... tyrannically!

For humans, the [Secret Soul-Absorbing Curse] just now is enough to make them fall into despair, and even exceed the limits of the human body and fall into heart failure and die.

But pigs do not have such complex emotions as humans. Compared to humans, they occupy more of the beast part. This extreme despair actually arouses the craziness of survival in the animal nature!

The cultists around it originally wanted to take the opportunity to kill the pig thugs, but what was waiting for them was a sledgehammer.

The random splitting and wind hammer method is also called blind smashing.

The hammer is more ferocious than before, but this time it does not specifically hit the head, but a random attack with no trace at all. However, as long as it touches it, it will break off the hands and feet.

The pigs originally wanted to follow and help, but unexpectedly they were also attacked.

A pig hider was thrown away with a hammer because he got close to the pig thugs, and died on the spot.

At this moment, it was like an out-of-control wild boar, rampaging through it, killing the few remaining cultists until there were only two or three big cats and kittens left.

And just when the pig thugs wanted to continue killing, a shout came from the remaining cultists.

"Damn it! A bunch of trash!"

The figure wearing a black hooded cloak appeared. He didn't even need a staff. Instead, he stretched out his hand with missing fingers from the cloak and grabbed the crazy pig man.

No rituals or complicated preparations were needed. When she stretched out her hand, a certain existence in the void responded to her call, and a dark red tentacle with a root as thick as a bucket emerged out of thin air, as if it were an extension of the limbs and moved towards the pig. People were thrown away by thugs.

With a fierce whip, the huge pig thug was knocked out and flew upside down to the ground.

You must know that this big fat pig must weigh at least four to five hundred pounds. What is the concept of being able to shake it?

Lance, who was watching the battle from the outside, noticed something. This move to summon tentacles seemed to be similar to Alhazred's move.

But unlike Alhazred, who was careful when using it and had to calm down his spirituality after using it, this cult priest was basically instantaneous and easier to control.

To some extent, this cult priest is actually stronger than Alhazred!

It's just that only a person with extraordinary inspiration like Lance can see that in fact the two are not from the same school at all.

The difference is that Alhazred uses illusory tentacles constructed from rituals. Being cautious is the basic quality of a transcendent.

And this cult priest really summoned the power of the void. This power was more like an open authority for her. The ancestor's transformation meant that she didn't have to worry about backlash at all.

To put it simply, one is magic and the other is divine magic.

But the trouble was Alhazred, who seemed to be in panic when he saw this scene. He held the magic weapon in his hand tightly and muttered something.

"No...this is impossible...how can there be anything in this world..."

Amanda noticed this careful movement and slightly opened the distance between her and him.

Among extraordinary beings, those who are most likely to lose control are spell casters, and among spell casters, those who are most likely to lose control are radical lunatics.

Obviously a mystic scholar who specializes in studying the abyss is also within this range.

Not to mention that the spells he cast were similar to those of a cultist, and he was crazy all day long, which made her even more wary.

Even the heartless Boudica was a little dissatisfied with Alhazred's reaction. It was like this before the fight. In her opinion, this was a sign of cowardice.

But among these people, Lance raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder.

"Calm down, nothing is impossible in Hamlet."

"No! That's not a human, that's a monster in human skin!" Alhazred suddenly raised his head and faced Lance, saying in a slightly trembling tone, "It will find me..."

What he was afraid of was not the guy in front of him at all, but the strange existence hidden behind him.

Lance didn't waver at all when he heard this, but instead grinned.

"That's better. I still think she's too good."

That stable emotion made Alhazred stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and nodded slightly to Lance to indicate that he was fine, but the lingering sadness on his face showed his emotion.

And just because they were slightly distracted, the pig thugs in front of them decided the winner in such a short time.

The pig thugs had little room for resistance, and their huge bodies were as immature as piglets in front of the tentacles composed of the power of strange demons.

Once the pig thugs are dead, how can the remaining pigs defeat the cultists?

The situation that was slightly saved collapsed instantly, and it would be a massacre...

Piggy is in such a miserable condition, everyone is beating it up, and that means it has no cards at all.

Soon all the remaining pigs were slaughtered by the cultists, leaving only the crazy laughter and crazy murmurs of the cultists.

What's even more weird is that as soon as the battle is over, the cultists pounce on their dead companions and crazily eat their flesh and blood.

Even those whose muscles and bones were broken by the sledgehammer and who were left with only one breath crawled over to eat.

He lay on top of the corpse and bit into it, tearing off pieces of flesh and blood. The blood stained the mouth and even dyed the whole face red.

What's more, if you bury your head directly into the abdominal cavity and enjoy the sweet internal organs, you don't know if you will eat the original large intestine.

That scene was like an evil ghost devouring people, full of madness.

Flesh and blood!

A strange scene appeared. The injuries on the cultists healed at a faster speed. Even those with broken arms and legs and paralyzed lower limbs stood up again.

It can be felt that the surviving cultists have become stronger under the nourishment of the flesh and blood of their companions. Is this also part of the flesh and blood ritual?

What's even more troublesome is that the black-robed cult priest actually seems to be performing some sacrilegious ritual on the corpse of the pig thug.

Originally, Lance wanted to observe the cultists and find out why they appeared in the den.

But when I saw this scene, I became anxious!

damn it! That's my offering.

mine! ! !

Even if you slaughter it privately, you still want to eat pork?

I can't bear it, I have to strike hard!

"These cultists who desecrated corpses must be punished!"

Lance didn't waste any words. He walked out directly after leaving a sentence and took out a rifle in his hand.

"boom!"

The explosion of gunpowder immediately interrupted the eating of the cultists, and at the same time bullets were shot into the black robe.

Lance did not stop and fired three consecutive shots from the rifle in his hand, all of which shot into the black robe.

To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.

Lance's sudden attack directly interrupted the cultists' carnival and blew the battle horn again.

For cultists, bullets do little damage, but are extremely insulting.

"It's you again...it's you again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the black robe being torn off, revealing the alluring body of a cult saint, which was somewhat sacred.

Visible to the naked eye, the flesh and blood squeezed the broken lead bullet out of the wound and then healed, and even the skin was still so smooth.

However, the one arm and severed fingers were extremely revealing, destroying the perfect body shaped by the ritual, and giving people an inexplicable feeling of regret.

Seeing the broken arm, Lance immediately reacted. Is this the cult priest who attacked the outpost and had his arm cut off by Geralt?

Her strength is not comparable to that of ordinary cult priests. She can break down high walls and cast evil spells over a wide range.

If it hadn't been for Geralt's interruption, there wouldn't have been many people left at the outpost.

After he sacrificed the severed arm and the staff, he also obtained an extraordinary prop made of flesh and blood.

Obviously, this cultist is the guy who escaped from the wilderness into the den after being strangled by the Guards.

And she is naturally the saint of the Ascension Sect!

"I've already let you go, why are you still chasing me?"

The woman's ferocious face with tangled features, coupled with the blood from the gunshot wounds that tore the flesh, was dotted with it, and it looked particularly crazy.

She had been hit hard repeatedly before, and she had endured it again and again, even leading people to retreat into the beast's cave.

But how dare you catch up?

"You are asking for death!" The cult saint let out a mad roar, and then suddenly raised her hand towards Lance.

As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the void came, and a tentacle rolled towards Lance.

"Boss, be careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

Everyone saw the power of the blow just now. It knocked away the pig thug directly. No matter how you look at Lance's size...

But Lance did not retreat but instead advanced. The long sword and wolf fangs appeared in his hand, and he swung the sword towards the tentacle.

The speed was so fast that everyone couldn't see the blade clearly, and they could only hear the scream that almost tore apart the space.

The next second the wolf fangs collided with the tentacles.

Everyone only heard a muffled sound, and the terrifying tentacles disintegrated directly under the blade, and the explosive pressure actually stirred up air waves in a place like the beast's cave.

When the battle calmed down a bit, Lance was still standing there, but the cult saint looked surprised.

His evil magic was actually cut away with a knife?

"Do it!"

Lance had no intention of talking nonsense to them, so he picked up the guy and rushed forward.

Others had just reacted. Boudica didn't go up directly. This was not in line with her habit.

But then he saw her taking out a small bottle from her body, opening it and pouring it onto the ax gun.

What could that powdery thing be if it weren't corpse spores?

Tribal hunting also uses various herbs to assist hunting. After returning last time, Lance also gave them all a little [Corpse Spore] to deal with those cultists.

The pig-cutter didn't need these before, but now it's natural to use medicine to increase the strength of these cultists.

At this time, Amanda had thrown out the flying knife and pierced into the body of a cultist.

The cultist casually pulled it out and threw it away. If it was a normal injury, it would probably recover instantly. However, the power of the flying knife had penetrated into the wound, and the flesh and blood on it squirmed but was difficult to heal. Instead, blood flowed out uncontrollably. (End of chapter)