Our family is in decline

There is no external light source at all in a dark secret room, with only a few candlesticks bringing a faint light that vaguely illuminates the rectangular stone platform that can be seen in the middle.

Lying on it was a naked and strong man, who was more than two meters tall. His muscular body was criss-crossed with countless scars, some of which had healed, and some of which were new.

It's just that the man's complexion is pale, and there is no fluctuation in his chest and abdomen. The narrow wound on his chest explains why he is lying here.

Looking at the wound on the body, the cause of death was probably stabbed through the heart by a short weapon such as a dagger or dagger.

But this was not a mourning ceremony. There was a skinny monster wearing a red robe standing beside the stone platform.

He looks humanoid, but is so skinny that he seems to have no muscles. The skin is so dry and wrinkled that it sticks to the bones. His hair has almost fallen out, leaving only sparse white hair at the edges. His face is even more horrifying and sunken. Like a skinny skeleton with a pair of white eyes.

At this time, the monster was peeping greedily at the strong corpse. In its eyes was the desire for the living body's vitality, and also the joy of getting the treasure.

He had been preparing for a long time before killing the imperial champion knight.

In order to kill him, they even made a deal with those people, deliberately transferred him, and then betrayed his traces to attract a large enemy force.

But even though he was ambushed, this man still killed the enemy leader, led his men out of the siege, and finally forced him to use his clones. Even so, he had to scrap three master-level wax puppets before killing him.

Although there are reasons to consider the appearance of the corpse, there is no doubt about its strong strength.

Now I finally got it and it will become one of my collections.

Under the ritual of that night, he obtained an immortal body, but lost his human functions. Now he can only collect these to satisfy his desires.

"It's so beautiful... It would be a pity to age like this. Let me help you... Jie Jie Jie!"

The monster greedily touched the cold corpse, making a sound that didn't even sound like it was coming from its throat.

The hoarse and gloomy tone, which didn't even resemble a human voice, made people unconsciously get chills just listening to it, especially the weird laughter that echoed in the empty secret room was even more frightening.

And just as he was laughing strangely, his thin body suddenly twisted as if he had been hit hard, and he let out a miserable wail.

But if you have strong inspiration, you can spy on the spiritual fluctuations that erupt on his body. Even the red robe on his body emits a terrifying force field, and even the surrounding air seems to be solidified.

At the same time, in the darkness where the candlelight could not reach, a body with a delicate face melted like a heated candle, and within ten seconds, only a pool of unknown liquid remained.

The suffering clone suffered the damage, and the guy recovered a little. The white light in his eyes was revealed, but he could actually see the fear and, of course, weakness from the flickering light spots.

"It's impossible... who is it? Who is it..."

He is greedy and thirsty for youthful vitality. Didn't you see that he basically chooses a young and energetic body as his avatar?

It was the fear of death that turned him into this ghost state in the first place.

Also greedy for life, he not only failed to see through death over a long period of time, but became even more afraid of its coming.

In this way, his only goal is to resurrect himself, and collecting some figures can only be regarded as a hobby.

For this reason, he never ventures out with his true body. Instead, he separates some remnant souls and invades the consciousness of the clone through rituals. Even if the clone dies, the remnant soul will come back. By then, he will know what happened and turn around. to decide what to do.

He was once killed by a powerful transcendent who had a clone. When the clone was brought back, he felt a terrifying power, which frightened him so much that he was afraid that others would come to his door.

For this reason, he waited (hided) for decades, until the guy died of old age, and then he killed that person's whole family and took back what was taken away.

But this time the clone died, but the ritual he left above was not triggered. The clone's soul didn't come back, and he had no idea what happened to that clone.

What was even more unacceptable to him was that the remnant soul seemed to be swallowed up by something terrifying, as if a piece of his soul was torn off alive.

But don't panic. He has lived for so many years, so why does he only have one arrangement and no insurance?

He was once aware of the problem with the clone because his body was destroyed by a young genius wizard, but the remnant soul hid directly in the ring and used the power of the ring to bewitch it and cause it to fall. In the end, it was not refined into a clone by him.

snort! No matter how powerful you are, you can't defeat time and power...

But he had just recovered and let out a hoarse scream as if he had been hit hard, which resounded throughout the secret room.

All means were used to stabilize the soul that was on the verge of collapse, but it was no better. It was like a piece of broken porcelain. Even if it was put together forcibly, it was full of cracks, and more importantly, a part was missing.

This time, he vaguely felt that the problem was with the clone next to Michelle, but he couldn't care less about it now.

That is, in this secret room, otherwise the movement just now would be enough to alarm many people.

But some beings don't need human senses. If your aura leaks, that guy will find you.

I have to give up here and must leave as soon as possible.

As for revenge?

He no longer cares about so much, because the person who is chasing him is...

…………

Hamlet, Leper Camp.

"This is the last course of treatment. After today, you will be free from the pain caused by leprosy." Lance looked at Baldwin lying on the hospital bed and emphasized again, "In Hamlet, you will be saved."

Although Lance did not show too much pressure in front of Amanda and the others, he still understood that Hamlet's current situation was not good. He had offended too many forces, but his strength had not yet been fully developed.

That's why he decided to speed up the progress of Baldwin's treatment, and even if he spent a little spiritual energy, he would give Hamlet a top combat power as soon as possible.

"I'm ready." Baldwin's voice was rich, but without the hoarseness, and his breathing was no longer so difficult. It can be imagined that his physical condition is definitely much better.

So no one can understand Lance's words better than him.

You will be reborn!

As the process continues, the body, which has been stimulated with regenerative capabilities, is constantly repairing old damage.

But it wasn't enough for Lance.

Flesh and blood reconstruction starts!

The ulcerated epidermis, damaged mucous membranes, and rigid muscles all recovered at a terrifying speed under the influence of extraordinary power.

The tough skin, strong muscles, the power hidden in the body is revealed, and the vigorous vitality fills the body.

Lance was also a little tired. The price to pay to repair the flesh and blood of a strong man would be higher. All he could do was to deal with the surface, just like a plastic surgeon, restoring his terrifying appearance without trying to repair it. That's part of what's left of the old disability.

It's not that he lacks this bit of spirituality, but that he has to be cautious and handle him step by step. Lance still understands.

But now that he has returned to this state, he still has the power of a championship.

Even though Baldwin had been suffering from leprosy for so many years, it still made the Wolf Warriors a little unsure. If he hadn't been ill, he would have been a legend.

But the strength in that situation is unstable and relies on a set of extraordinary equipment and the short-term burst of power of those secret techniques.

Didn't you see that he gasped for breath after killing a dozen cultists, and was forced to use secret techniques to improve himself?

The current champion's strength is solid and very stable, and even Lance may not be able to defeat him easily.

Because unlike Wolf Warrior, Baldwin has a complete set of extraordinary equipment, and the broken sword in his hand is not a mortal thing.

"how do you feel?"

Baldwin did not speak, but clenched his fists, feeling the strange feeling, the power he had not seen for a long time!

Back... Everything is back... The burden on the body has been emptied, the world can be clearly presented to the senses, problems such as blindness and deafness have disappeared, breathing is no longer as uncomfortable as swallowing charcoal, and the necrotic touch has been restored, and he can even feel it air flow.

"You don't have to wear a mask anymore."

Lance's voice reminded Baldwin of something. He looked down at his hands, and his eyes gradually spread to his arms.

He suddenly raised his hand and tore off the bandage that was soaked with filth due to the treatment just now, and also peeled off a layer of black scab, revealing the smooth skin underneath. The once ulcerated skin recovered unexpectedly.

As if he had realized something, Baldwin moved his hands towards his face as though he was uncontrollably, even trembling slightly. He felt the uneven thing and then pulled it off with all his strength. It was a continuous black scab with remaining hair.

"have a look."

Lance's voice woke him up. When he looked up, he saw a mirror in front of him. What was reflected was not dripping flesh and blood, but an angular face. Unfortunately, the lack of eyebrows and hair made him look a little indifferent.

The image in the mirror instantly brought Baldwin back to that time, but unlike his youthful handsomeness, the temperament on his face now was one of vicissitudes of life, and his eyes seemed to be filled with stories.

"this is me……"

When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.

Even a tough guy like Baldwin couldn't help but shed tears full of sadness at this moment.

No one will say that they don't care about this. Even if leprosy is cured, the damage to the body is still there, and the appearance is the most obvious, as if to remind them that they are the person punished by God and still receive strange looks.

So he will still wear a mask and bandages during this period, just to cover up his ugly appearance.

But now it is cured, completely cured!

I found redemption in Hamlet! ! !

"You wash your face and calm down for a while. I'll go out and tell everyone the good news."

Lance didn't give him more time to relax, it was time to further win over the hearts and minds of other lepers.

Baldwin simply wiped off the traces of treatment on his face, as well as the remaining black scabs on the edges, and walked out of the tent as if on a mission.

At this time, Lance had already started chatting with the lepers, asking them questions and understanding their situation. That gesture was enough.

Those patients were also grateful to Lance and respected him as a god.

The reason is simple, because the condition is really getting better.

Most of them are now free from the further harm of leprosy, and now there are only some sequelae waiting to be resolved, and this is only a matter of time.

For them who are suffering from torture, what is the person who can cure them and save them from divine punishment, if not a god?

And when Baldwin came out, his restored appearance made those people tremble.

The seeds that struggled in despair finally gave birth to the flower of hope in Hamlet.

"I said, in Hamlet you will find salvation." Lance stepped forward naturally and immediately stole their attention, almost all of them shouted in unison.

"Hamlet!"

"Long live the lord!"

"..."

Lance comforted them and then took Baldwin out of the camp, taking the opportunity to talk about a current problem.

"The healing potion has been used up, and I need to go to the wilderness again to find the materials for making it."

"I am willing to share the worries of the lord." Baldwin naturally took the initiative to go. Even before, he was not afraid. Now that he has recovered so much, he wants to do something even more.

But in response to Baldwin's offer, Lance shook his head and looked embarrassed.

"You are not familiar with the environment here. Hamlet's situation is very complicated. A cult that pursues the destruction of the world is entrenched..."

Lance took this opportunity to briefly explain to him the enemies Hamlet was facing now, mainly to bring out the Ascension Sect as a target, focusing on describing the things that the Ascension Sect had done.

"In order to fight against the cult, my Hamlet family lost everything. A large area of ​​territory was invaded by the cult, and now I am the only one left to die."

Sure enough, Baldwin couldn't see this, and after hearing this, he stood more firmly on Hamlet's side.

"Such evil will never be tolerated!" Baldwin clenched his fists in a deep voice, with an unwavering determination in his words, "I'm ready."

He was very pragmatic. He did not immediately ask where the church was like others, but instead expressed his position in person.

But Lance still didn't agree.

"Fighting the cult is our Hamlet's business. You don't need to risk it. Those monsters are not simple. Even I will be stressed by their cruelty."

Lance used retreat to advance, suppressing his strong heart of justice.

"If you don't think about repaying the kindness of your lord, how are you different from a thief?" Baldwin naturally felt Lance's rejection, but he was unwilling to accept unconditional protection like this.

Lance listened to his strange words. This man was definitely from a noble family and had a noble status. Otherwise, why would there be an ancient rhyme in his tone? If he hadn't studied archeology himself, he wouldn't have understood it.

But I can feel his strong desire to do something. This is the reaction that normal people should have.

Lance, the kind of guy who wants unconditional benefits but is unwilling to take responsibility, can't accept it.