Our family is in decline

Because of the same origin, Alhazred clearly felt that the other party was not an ordinary cult priest.

Lance's knife just now not only cut off the saint's delusions, but also cut off Alhazred's fear.

Because he discovered... the lord is really damn strong!

He was able to defeat the magic without getting hurt, which gave him great psychological support.

The lords are already charging, how can I come up with all this nonsense?

Just do it!

Alhazred's expression temporarily put aside his fear, and he felt his blood rising for the first time in a long time.

snort! I'm also a professional when it comes to playing tentacles.

The newly prepared ritual scroll was used immediately, and when he raised the skull candlestick in his hand, a strong spiritual light suddenly bloomed.

Hand of the Abyss!

The boundary between the abyss and reality was broken, and countless tentacles that looked like shadow structures suddenly emerged from the feet of the saint, seeming to want to drag her into the abyss.

The shadow tentacles clinging to the saint's exposed body presented a very impactful scene.

If it were normal, the cult saint would definitely not be tricked so easily. After all, she is also a master at playing with the power of the void.

But the problem is that Lance just violently broke her secret spell, and the backlash caused her to have a flaw. It happened that Alhazred cast the spell at this time.

The evil backlash and shadow entanglement plunged her into chaos. She waved her hands uncontrollably, twisted her limbs and struggled, as if she was fighting against something in a dimension that ordinary people could not see.

That crazy posture actually vaguely resembles that [Evil God Statue].

Originally, Alhazred didn't expect it to work, but suddenly he realized that the guy in front of him who made him fear didn't seem to be that strong.

The cult saint was controlled, but Lance did not stop and rushed forward quickly.

It's just that he didn't start killing, but focused on the corpses left behind by the battle just now, directly sacrificed them, and cleared all the corpses.

He knew the methods of those cultists. The more deaths they had, the stronger their power would be, and they could even use corpses to recover like before.

To deal with these cultists, the first thing to do is to destroy their combat environment.

But that doesn't mean Lance won't encounter obstacles when the cultists wave their sharp claws at his staggering steps.

But in the next second, the whole person was cut open, and the body parts were swallowed out of thin air before they fell, and turned into spirituality and merged into Lance's hands.

The Saint has suffered repeated setbacks before, even having her left arm cut off and losing her important staff, but now she is being targeted again.

But she was still a saint after all. Even in this situation, she quickly broke away from the control of the hand of the abyss.

When she reacted, she immediately noticed that most of the corpses on the battlefield were gone, and the breath of death had also been dispersed.

It was obviously targeted, but she was unwilling to do so.

"Stop them!"

The cult saint shouted, without caring about the life and death of those believers, she reached out directly to grab the pig thugs in front of her. Everyone knew what she wanted to do.

"Bang!" Lance waved his hand and fired, the distance was enough to aim at her head.

But I didn’t expect that Lance, who had never missed a target before, missed the target this time?

To be more precise, the cult saint tilted her head and dodged with such agility.

But the remaining cultists were already killing Lance. Although they were rotten fish and shrimps, they could still hold him back a little with death.

But don't forget that Lance is not a loner.

"shark!"

With a roar, an ax gun shot out from beside him. The sharp tip of the gun was inserted directly into the abdomen of a cultist who tried to get close to Lance. Under the arrogant force, it even penetrated through and inserted into the second one. On the body.

That is to say, the ax blade is stuck, otherwise the gun can penetrate both of them like a skewer.

Boudica broke through and pushed the two cultists away. The moment he pulled out the ax gun, blood suddenly gushed out from the wound.

They were horrified to find that the wound had not healed. Instead, the flesh and blood turned into pus and rotted as if it had been swallowed by something.

When the abilities they relied on failed, fear could not help but appear on their faces.

They were not afraid of Boudica, but they were worried about whether they had lost God's gaze and whether they could still ascend.

On the other side, the long whip jumped out like a poisonous snake, and "bite" a cultist's hand fiercely. He pulled hard, and when it was tightened, the guy staggered directly, and his body was not affected. Controlled offset.

Boudica and Amanda also came forward to kill the mobs for Lance.

But the cult saint knows that the enemy is not simple, so she knows that she must use her full strength.

The cultist in front completed the evil spell after a slight delay, and she pressed her right hand on it.

The Ascension Sect's power to control flesh and blood was demonstrated. The flesh that the pig thug's corpse came into contact with seemed to be activated, and sprouts grew and squirmed toward her arm. They were quickly connected together. It seemed that the parts in contact had been fused. General.

The saint also showed a very intoxicated look, enjoying the pleasure brought by flesh and blood to soothe the backlash just now.

Even her severed left arm had granulation sprouting from the dry wound.

But if you look closely, you will find that there is something wrong with her newly grown left arm, because it does not look like a human arm at all, but a tentacle intertwined with flesh and blood, and an alien bone blade is growing in it.

This scene is somewhat weird and twisted. If ordinary people saw it, their sanity would be distorted.

But everyone here is ruthless, and her move angered a certain guy who had long regarded the corpse as a personal property.

How is this the flesh and blood of a pig-sucking thug? That sucks his spirituality!

"Die!"

Lance shouted loudly and slashed at him with his knife.

The cult saint was not afraid at all. She raised her newly regrown flesh and blood tentacles and threw them away.

Both were made of bone, but the wolf's fang collided with the bone blade and failed to cut it off.

It is obvious that this is a bone blade made in some special way with extraordinary power.

But Lance's goal has been achieved.

Sacrifice!

The corpse of the pigman thug with most of its flesh and blood removed passed the judgment and was swallowed by the power of the void. The cult saint who was still looking excited suddenly felt something, and panic appeared on her face.

"No! This is impossible!"

She subconsciously exclaimed and wanted to stay away, but then she realized that the flesh and blood between her hands and the body were intertwined.

Without even giving her much time to react, the power of the void swallowed up and spread into her hands.

But she was also ruthless, and at the last moment she reacted and chopped off her right arm with the newly grown left arm bone blade.

The right arm that had just been cut off seemed to be still active and was twitching wildly, but the saint didn't even look at it and rolled away from it.

And at this last second, the void completely swallowed up the pig thugs together with their broken right arm.

What happened was just a blink of an eye, and she escaped from it all.

Lance also regretted not doing a last hit because he was too curious about whether the sacrifice could devour her.

But it's more about the saint's own strength and her ruthless adaptability.

The saint stood up from her tumbling, with blood still dripping from the wound on her broken arm.

At this time, she no longer had the arrogance she had just now. On the contrary, the two emotions of anger and panic were intertwined to form her current twisted emotions.

On the contrary, Lance smiled. It was a bit ridiculous to see that her right arm was cut off by him as soon as she gave birth to her left arm.

"It seems your god has not protected you~"

Lance joked casually, but it made the saint tremble instantly, and the anger in her eyes was suppressed by fear.

Cultists are not afraid of death, but why did she react like this?

Simply because Lance told the truth about her fears.

You must know that you are a saint, you have received divine grace, and God is watching you all the time.

But just for a moment, she felt God's attention shift away from her.

A saint abandoned by God, is she still a saint?

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to shake her faith.

Because it has lost its meaning.

"No!"

The saint didn't want to think about it any more, it must be because she had let God down and it was all her own fault.

The only thing I can do now is to kill him, the blasphemer!

If Lance knew that he was a blasphemer in the eyes of those cultists, he would probably laugh out loud, it was too abstract.

But the cult saint is no joke. Her only thought now is to kill Lance and pray for God's forgiveness.

"Aminos..."

Incomprehensible spells spewed from her mouth, and strange power was spreading.

The only remaining part of her right arm withered by itself, and she cast a blasphemous curse at the cost of flesh and blood.

This method of casting should be a unique ability of the Ascension Sect. The speed is so fast that it is completed before even having time to interrupt.

Destiny revealed!

Seeing her raise her left arm entangled with tentacles and point at Lance, the black ray, which was so rich that it was almost substantial, instantly hit Lance, and the negative energy erupted in it made even those who were not within the attack range feel frightened.

Boudica and the others were also attracted by this sudden burst of power during the battle with the cultists. The huge pressure instantly devoured their souls, and they saw their own death as if their terrible fate was being revealed.

Boudica's movements in her hands paused, and a look of horror appeared on her face.

She couldn't feel the manic evil power in the air, but more that the negative effects brought by the two extraordinary pieces of equipment were amplified at this time.

But she had already figured it out. Alhazred and Amanda, the two extraordinary inspired spellcasters, were even more affected by the evil power stirring in the air. They only felt the spiritual restlessness in their bodies and were under greater pressure.

Compared to Amanda, Alhazred's reaction was even more exaggerated. His ferocious face seemed to be fighting against something, fighting for control of his body.

You must know that they are not the target of the cult saint, but the power that escapes is so exaggerated. As a recipient of the spell, Lance...

No shit.

Lance just stood there, with a calm expression that showed nothing strange. Instead, he mocked: "That's it?"

The battle that was supposed to be serious suddenly came to a standstill, and the saint was dumbfounded.

This...isn't this right...

Seeing her reaction, Lance's mouth couldn't help but turn up, and he even casually raised his hand to pat the non-existent dust on his body.

Super shelter, boy!

Using this kind of soul magic on him is a joke.

Lance could even be distracted and give Amanda and the others a blessing to refresh their status, calm their restless spirituality, and pull them back from their negative state.

I have to say that it was not just the Saint who was shocked by this scene, but also Amanda and the others.

They already knew that the lord was very strong, but to be so strong still exceeded their expectations.

But when such a person is on your side, it does bring an unparalleled sense of security.

On the contrary, it is difficult to imagine how desperate it would be to become his enemy.

Lance could sense that this woman was not an ordinary cult priest, and he was not willing to delay too much and immediately killed her with a knife.

The Saint also reacted. Her first reaction now was not to fight, but to escape.

Most cultists are mentally ill, but as a high-end person, her self-awareness is quite intact.

When she was ambushed in the wilderness for the first time, her finger was bitten off by Wangcai, and she ran away.

During her second attack on the outpost, Geralt cut off one of her arms and ran away.

Now that she was forced to cut off one of her arms, and the spell had lost its effect, she was habitually preparing to run away.

It's just that Lance is not willing to let her go, and Alhazred is also unwilling to let her go.

Suddenly, the saint noticed a shadow emerging from her footsteps, from which countless shadow tentacles stretched out to grab her.

Hand of the Abyss!

Not far away, Alhazred held up the skull candlestick, his expression having returned to its former calm.

She had suffered the loss of this move just now, and she would not fall victim to a second move.

She didn't know what she did. She raised the tentacle and waved it, and the shadow was instantly dispersed. Fortunately, Alhazred was an experienced veteran and had been prepared for it, so he did not suffer any backlash.

But this short delay was enough for Lance to swing his sword.

The Saint realized that she could not escape and stabbed the tentacle with her backhand, and the bone blade hidden in it was also revealed.

Even Boudica would not be fooled by such a small move. Lance slashed out a knife to block it. The sharp blade cut directly into the tentacle's flesh. If there were not bones inside, it would have been cut off directly.

"ah!"

Her body was uncontrollable and staggered by the power of the blade, and her intention to escape was completely shattered.

Lance didn't like the habit of stopping to taunt a few words during the battle. His attacks continued one after another, and he swung the knife and cut a wound directly into her chest. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she might have been split open.

The saint's recovery ability is much better than those of the cultists. This kind of flesh wound healed in an instant before blood even oozed out, but the remaining clothes on her upper body also fell off.

It's just that Lance didn't have any sympathy for her at all. The long knife in his hand didn't pause for a moment, and he made deadly moves.

There is no way, not to mention that he is not the kind of guy whose cerebellum directs the brain. More importantly, in his eyes, these cultists are not human beings.

No matter how good-looking or charming you are, it’s useless.

Or maybe Alhazred was right.

They are all monsters in human skin.

so……

"kill!"