Our family is in decline

That shrill cry seemed to contain countless pains, all contained in this sound.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Lance said as he leaned over and handed the child back to the mother's arms, then raised his hand and gently patted the half-grown child on the shoulder.

"Fear cannot knock down the strong Hamlet, protect your mother and brother and leave here."

"Yes!" A slightly panicked voice sounded. He only felt that he had been blessed by the lord, and his fear disappeared instantly.

The frail body no longer trembled, but a sudden force seemed to stabilize the figure, and he quickly helped his mother and left.

But things are far from over, and have even just begun.

"So..." Lance slowly turned around and cast his gaze on those people who were in deathly silence. His expression suddenly changed, and his calm tone suddenly turned into a stern roar, "Who can tell me what happened!"

It all happened so fast and so shocking that most people didn't react immediately.

Or maybe he was shocked by the cry of "Lord", and it wasn't until Lance roared that he finally reacted.

Looking at the man wearing armor that was full of battle marks and soaked in blood and filth.

Even though there was still blood on the face that had not been wiped clean, it was impossible for anyone to forget who the face under the mostly corroded helmet represented, and it was impossible not to feel his anger.

Such a costume, combined with the background of blazing fire behind him, is as terrifying as a demon crawling out of hell, making people tremble from the soul.

They may have seen the lord who is as easy-going as a spring breeze, but they have forgotten the terrifying pressure they have to endure when standing on the opposite side of the lord.

The fanatical believers who were clamoring to purify Hamlet and burn the heretics just now were quickly calmed down by just a question from Lance. Some of the timid ones were so frightened that they trembled all over, and some even collapsed on the ground and screamed strangely. .

"not me!"

"none of my business!"

"They did it all..."

The beggar monk who was hiding behind was a little shocked when he saw this scene, and thought to himself:

Hiss~ This kid is so terrifying, I can’t keep him!

This kind of struggle never stops. Once it begins, the outcome can only be determined by life and death.

You must know that Lance does not show spiritual fluctuations. No matter how strong your inspiration is, you can't see through his strength, not to mention the "awkward" look now, as if he will fall over with just a slight push.

In response to this, the beggar monk did not waver in his devout faith and turned around to run away. Instead, he raised his staff and spread the light over the believers again. The power of the magic emanated and this slightly stabilized the trembling hearts of the believers.

"Take up your weapons to eliminate evil and let the Holy Light shine again!"

The monk's bewitchment was particularly effective under the influence of divine magic, and these people's fear of the lord was temporarily suppressed.

You must know that in order to fight against the monsters, Greendale sent a batch of muskets to arm the militia, and some of them were bewitched to join the mob.

In this case, they instinctively raised their weapons, and countless muskets were pointed at Lance.

At the same time, the light of torches began to emerge from the other end of the street, and a large amount of movement appeared from far to near.

"What are you doing!"

"lay down your weapon!"

"Protect the lord!"

Amidst shouts, bloody soldiers walked out of the dim streets one after another, and there were also some wounded who had to be pulled by horse-drawn carriages. But at this time, there was no hesitation at all, and they grabbed their weapons and staggered regardless of their injuries. The pace rushes forward.

After Lance took control of the wilderness, he began to move all the injured back, and on the grounds of better escorting the injured, he brought his personal guards and several heroes with him.

He was waiting for news about Greendale all the way, and finally rushed back after getting it, while the others lagged a little behind.

Lance wanted to fish, and he had paid enough bait, so he couldn't really let them destroy the Hamlet that they had worked so hard to build.

The scene just happened, he rushed into the fire and rescued people.

At the same time, it also deterred these crazy thugs and reduced the risk.

So now, next to Lance, under the ignited fire, there were gathered hundreds of injured people from the dawn operation in the wilderness, together with the heroes. The strange thing was that the guards were missing.

This army of wounded soldiers looks a little embarrassed now, or it can be said that it is impossible to fight cleanly. Even if it is not as good as Lance, it still looks like a pile of remnants.

But that was not the case when they discovered that those thugs dared to point their weapons at the lord.

This means they are enemies!

There is not even any nonsense, only the cold face and the black muzzle of the enemy are faced.

Compared with the rows and rows of the army, the mob's messy weapons and equipment and chaotic appearance seemed ridiculous.

They felt very safe when the army protected them, but only when they became enemies did they understand what fear was.

"No! No no! They are too powerful!"

"Run away! Their eyes are full of murderous intent!"

"Shh... not even the Holy Light can protect us now."

The two sides were locked in a confrontation, but the terrifying pressure had already plunged these thugs into panic.

After scanning the faces of the thugs and noticing this, Lance did not order the shooting, but stood up.

"That's enough!" Lance walked out from among the soldiers, raised his hand and pressed the muzzle of the gun beside him, "Have you forgotten why you came here? Or have you suffered so little that you let it go?" Feeling dissatisfied?"

Lance walked towards the crowd alone.

"For three days, we blocked the invasion of the cultists. I led Hamlet's soldiers to fight bloody battles for three whole days to defend the outpost, and even drove the cultists out of the wilderness.

Some of them were injured in the battle with the cultists and still persisted in fighting and were unwilling to retreat from the front line. Some of them fought for a day and a night without getting any rest.

We paid the price of blood just to protect you. What can I say to you?

But what about you? Are you pointing your guns at me? Targeting the soldiers who shed their blood to protect you? "

Lance's words became more and more excited. As he spoke, he took off his helmet and threw it to the ground. He took a few steps and took off the tattered armor, revealing the tattered clothes that had been stained black with blood. He opened his arms towards the thugs without any defense. call out:

"If you think I've done anything wrong, shoot me! Shoot your lord!"

As soon as the words fell, the originally chaotic scene fell into deathly silence.

You know he is a mysophobic, why would he rather hang around in this filth?

Why are you still wearing that tattered armor?

This is the moment I've been waiting for.

Lance's words awakened the fanatic minds of these thugs.

Yes! Why did you come to Hamlet?

The empire and the church abandoned them. Famine, war, banditry, and despair enveloped them.

And it was at this moment that the lord appeared and saved them.

Although Hamlet also has bandits, cultists, monsters and other threats, and even chaos spreads to the town on a few occasions, it looks no different from other places.

But the only difference is that they can actually eat and drink enough here, and the several chaos did not affect them.

And all this is because the lord is leading the army to protect them silently, but he...

"No! I will never shoot at the lord." One person suddenly woke up and threw away the spear in his hand.

When the first one appeared, it spread quickly like a plague, instantly breaking the environment.

"Oh! What on earth am I doing?"

"Why am I like this?"

"No! Forgive me..."

Among the various sounds of remorse were mixed the sounds of things, which was the sound caused by them dropping their weapons and landing on the ground.

There are many true believers who hesitate, but when the overall environment is like this, they all surrender and try to pretend to be lurking again.

Even the sound and appearance of the cry were more exaggerated than the others.

Pious? They are nothing more than tools for careerists, who understand religion.

The speed was so fast that the mendicant monks were a bit unable to react.

ah! This...isn't this right? Just vote?

But not everyone is willing to put down their weapons, but they are not fanatical believers, but thugs who have escaped the influence of divine magic.

"It's all him!"

"He was the one who bewitched us!"

"He is the evil blasphemer!"

Some people were unwilling to point their weapons at the lord, and they were also unwilling to just put down their weapons.

They were filled with sober shame and rage, just as they were trying to find reasons to convince themselves before, but now they also had new reasons.

So he pointed his weapon at the church duo hiding behind and roared even more crazily.

"kill him!"

"kill him!!"

"kill him!!!"

The mendicant monks thought that they understood the ignorance and blind obedience of these people very well, and he stirred up their emotions and tempted them to do such things, but have they ever thought about the day when it would backfire?

Lance looked at this scene coldly, wanting to seize power? Are you worthy?

You old thing is not as good as my ancestors.

The mendicant monks incited many riots to keep the nobles respectful of the church.

But this is the first time that the situation has been completely overturned with just a few words without firing a shot.

The church duo didn't care about Lance's reaction, because they were in the midst of the crowd of believers and were ready to take action.

"Stop! Put down all weapons."

But what was surprising was that Lance stopped the thugs who were about to attack and stopped the chaos that continued to spread.

Lance didn't care whether the mendicant monk would be beaten to death, but he couldn't let these thugs do it.

Because only he is qualified to judge anyone. Lynching represents a loss of power. As a lord, he is not dead yet. This is not a place where they should get involved.

And after the first time there will be a second time, and these unchecked lynchings after the beginning are likely to cause chaos.

What's even more disgusting is that these thugs used his name to conduct arbitrary trials and damage his reputation.

Did you do that for Hamlet? You did it for yourself!

For example, the church now likes to conduct random trials under the banner of the Holy Light, and this is where Hamlet was kicked.

Lance walked straight towards the mendicant monk with his head held high. Wherever he passed, the thugs dropped their weapons and separated on both sides.

When the first one started to kneel down, the thugs also knelt down towards Lance and made all kinds of weird wails and confessions.

But Lance didn't even look at them and walked straight towards the church duo hiding behind.

The mendicant monk had lived for so many years, and even death could not shake his faith, but when faced with the person walking over, he felt uncontrollably afraid.

The mendicant monk's will is being tested...

The long-lost pressure made his breath become disordered, but it also ignited his fanaticism.

The mob could surrender, but he had to fight!

"The Holy Light will punish you!" The mendicant monk's rickety body glowed with powerful power. The candle on the staff lit up, sending out a lightning-like light that penetrated Lance.

Nothing can move faster than light, not even Lance. He didn't even have time to react before the beam of light shot straight through the top of his head.

Lance has experienced Junia's light of judgment. The divine power can not only heal, but also cause damage.

Compared to guys like Junia who were exiled by the church, the power released by the legendary strong men of the church was much more terrifying. Personally speaking, it was just like those murlocs being roasted dry on the coast.

But...Lance's will is indestructible!

That flash of light that condensed the power of the mendicant monk's devout faith didn't even make Lance stop for a moment, but instead aroused his anger.

All I'm waiting for is you to make the first move, I've been putting up with you for a long time!

The two members of the church had been cooperating for who knows how long. When the monk made his move, Priest Ranzhu also stood faithfully in front of him with his shield. He raised his shield and emitted a dazzling light in an attempt to stop Lance's progress.

Dazzling Holy Light!

The war hammer hidden behind was swung towards Lance.

"Too slow! Too slow!"

The movements of the Burning Candle Priest looked as clumsy as a turtle to Lance, but he didn't even bother to waste time on him, a turtle, and kicked the big shield directly.

The burly figure of the Burning Priest coupled with this heavy armor and large shield must not weigh two to three hundred pounds?

But these didn't have much effect in the face of Lance's powerful strength, and he was kicked away with just one kick.

Without the priest standing in front of him, Lance just took one step forward and the mendicant monk was directly exposed to his attack range.

The height difference between the two is a bit big and there is no room to punch, so it's just a kick without any tricks.

The next second, the monk's rickety body flew upside down like a football for more than ten yards before stopping. This was because the staff was stuck and did not roll up.

But this old guy stood up quickly as if nothing happened. Lance could see that there was a ritual protection covering his body, and the other end was connected... Lance turned back and looked at the candle-burning priest.

Knight's Oath!

After Burning the Candle Priest lost his target, he immediately raised his shield and his strong spirituality blossomed.

Finally, before the attack fell, the power of the guardian ritual was constructed to protect the monk.

When Lance saw this, he was not angry but happy. He didn't use all his strength just now. He was afraid that he would be killed with one strike. Now he couldn't beat him?

He smiled...