Our family is in decline

As soon as he finished speaking, the snake pattern on the bow body burst out with strong spiritual light as if it came alive, echoing the snake-shaped battle marks on Boslake's arms.

All the power was poured into it, and it opened an unprecedented arc. The bowstring was tense and made a hoarse sound, as if a poisonous snake was demonstrating.

During the simple charging time, the black shadow unexpectedly swooped in, but at this moment, a heavy arrow shot into the air, bringing with it all Boslake's strength and unyielding faith.

If the inspiration is high enough, you may be able to see a snake shape with condensed spiritual light wrapped around the heavy arrow. The moment it hits, it is like a giant snake biting the black shadow.

There was an instant burst of power that was difficult for ordinary people to detect, and the swooping black figure could only let out a tragic wail, flapped its wings again, and flew up directly dragging the heavy arrow.

Survived...

This was the first reaction of most people. The arrow just now greatly inspired people's hearts, and everyone couldn't help but look at the figure in the sunset.

Boslake's hunched-over posture had not yet been lifted, but the next second he lost strength and almost fell back a few steps, but his son next to him reacted and stepped forward to support him.

But it was because of his proximity that the young man could feel his father's steady hands unable to hold even the big bow, and his hands were trembling visibly.

It was obvious that the arrow he had just poured all his strength into, and he was immediately overdrawn and fell into weakness.

This situation made the atmosphere that had eased slightly become weird again.

But it can't stop now, it will fall apart as soon as it stops.

"The sons of the mountains are not so fragile!" Boslake just gasped briefly and stood up again, turning back and shouting at those people:

"It's death to go back to the mountains now, and it's death to go to Bastia. Are you willing to wait for death here? Why not follow me to Hamlet, there is still a way to survive."

Encouraged, everyone else started walking again.

Hamlet has always had a strange appeal to people who are in despair and confusion.

This team shrouded in suffering is hungry for hope.

…………

Hamlet, the den.

A fierce battle was breaking out. A giant devourer struggled wildly in the passage filled with vines. Its terrifying mouthparts could easily bite open a pig's head, and naturally it could also bite off those vines.

Not to mention that this thing also has the power of evil.

Weak prey!

The disgustingly complex eyeballs revealed a strange light, staring straight at Greendale.

The giant devourer didn't stop. After all, there was only a layer of soil composed of filth that had been accumulated for some time.

The power brought by the exaggerated size can easily overturn the vines rooted here, dragging the vines and dirt all over the body and rush towards Greendale.

There is still some distance between the two, but the wriggling tentacles on the mouth seem to be waiting to devour prey. Don't forget that its mouthparts can be ejected, and it can easily devour people with just one bite.

It's just that although Greendale hasn't fought for a while, her will is not so easily influenced.

He raised his hand and sprayed pollen from his sleeves, blinding the devourer's face.

It's just that this thing was not affected and resisted the effect of pollen.

Fortunately, this thing didn't move very quickly, giving Greendale more time to react. She raised her hand and waved more vines to spread out and control the giant devourer again.

The root system penetrates directly into the gaps between the masonry and stone, and every move of the Devourer seems to be fighting against the entire passage.

At this time, Greendale released pollen again, finally controlling it, and the vines continued to grow until it was completely wrapped into a cicada.

The battle was over here, but the sound of metal tapping was still heard right behind Greendale.

Lance actually swung the hammer. He didn't know what he was hitting in the darkness, but it was like striking iron.

Under the firelight, Paracelsus's hands were covered with filth. In front of her was a surgery that had just been completed. It could be seen that the surgery object was the most critical source of material for the treatment potion, a large devourer.

"After the evolution of this large devourer, apart from the changes in body shape, other internal structures have not changed much. However, it can be found that there is a very big gap in the brain compared to the changes in body proportions."

Paracelsus' calm words sounded, and he couldn't help but add something.

"Does this mean that its nervous system is more complex, its intelligence level is higher, and it can understand more things?"

This is a very obvious conclusion. The brain samples taken out by previous dissections showed that the small Devourer was only the size of a walnut, but the large Devourer was the size of a fist. Lance even chose to run away when he saw the large one.

It's just that that's not what Lance cares about right now, so speaking out is to express a strong desire for control.

“I feel it is most important to control and stabilize the source of materials first, and we will talk about the rest later.”

After that, there was another knocking sound, and what stood out was something strange.

They have been here for a while, but most of the time they have been studying and dissecting the Devourers.

Starting from a small devourer in the beginning, to a large devourer now.

Not to mention, the previous experiment allowed the doctor to successfully cut off the reaction of the lower body through surgery. The small devourer that woke up was directly paralyzed, and the chrysanthemum-shaped mouthparts wriggled and only drooled.

However, after feeding the dissected remains of another Devourer, it actually recovered. This shows how powerful the regeneration ability is, and it also confirms the possibility of recovery.

This situation made Lance change his original idea.

If they were all paralyzed, would it be easier to control?

Lance is a pragmatist. If there is room for error, he will immediately start to help them lie down.

He tore open the dark gold chains that were originally intended to imprison them. He took out the metal rings one by one and used a hammer to knock out the iron pieces. He then brutally implanted them into the Devourers' spines through surgery, and physically cut off their limbs. .

To a certain extent, soft metal is easier for him to process, and it also allows one chain to control hundreds of Devourers.

Blow the conch horn to attract those devourers and catch them. The movement just now attracted a giant devourer, and that was how the battle just happened.

Greendale looked back at the two people who were still tinkering with the Devourer and gave a reminder.

"Have you done it? New experimental materials are here."

Paracelsus abandoned the wreckage and began to focus on the giant devourer.

"Isn't this the same type anymore?" Paracelsus had just caught more than ten, but now this is the first giant devourer, which shows how rare it is.

"The devil knows how the Ascension Sect turned those things into this. There is no doubt that the tentacles and eyeballs have been modified." Lance finally completed the final processing and threw out the last piece of iron.

"But it's undeniable that the body fluids in this thing are a very special corrosion-resistant material."

The doctor said, motioning to Grendel, "Let it bleed, I want to dissect it."

What sticks out from Grendel's sleeves is not pollen, but thorns. When pulled up, the sharp thorns can easily cut the skin.

This thing was modified so that it lost its corrosive ability. It did not corrode the thorns, but instead shed turbid pus-like bodily fluids.

Paracelsus quickly got the containers and waited to put them in. Everything was a material.

When Lance saw Paracelsus's reaction as if he had found a toy, he knew she was onto something, and couldn't help but complain.

"It seems our doctors are very busy."

He did not forget the mission of coming in this time, so he could only give the order and planned to call more Devourers himself.

"Call me if you need anything. If you encounter any situation, evacuate as soon as possible. I'll be fine."

"Yes." Greendale nodded and agreed. She understood that her mission was to protect the doctor.

It is not a very difficult task for Lance. In fact, if he had not helped Paracelsus with research, he would have completed the task long ago.

Familiar with the terrain here, blowing the conch horn, the unique melody echoed in the passage of the beast's cave, and one devourer after another seemed to be attracted, and then fell.

Lance had no intention of stopping and continued to move forward. He was like the seducer who spreads death, seducing their souls away.

It wasn't until the conch could no longer attract any more Devourers that Lance stopped because he had reached the end.

Seeing the twisted form of invisible flesh and blood again, only this time Lance understood the horror of this thing.

Because this place was hundreds of yards away from the first time he met it.

It's only been a few days? It has spread so much!

It may be that the pigs were completely slaughtered, which caused the ecological chaos of the cave. After the invisible flesh and blood lost its suppression, it began to expand crazily.

Before, I watched this thing and the Flesh Devourer fight each other, but now it was finally my turn.

Because one of the missions of this trip is to solve this problem.

Sacrifice!

Lance immediately fired his ultimate move when he came up, but unfortunately there was no reaction, but one thing is for sure, this thing is conscious.

His operation just now stirred up the silent flesh and blood, which began to twist and squirm visibly to the naked eye, and the flesh and blood on it began to change continuously.

Lance raised his hand, grabbed the long knife and slashed it. The flesh and blood were as fragile as jelly in front of the sharpness of the wolf's fangs. A simple slash could cut the exaggerated wound, and blood flowed out.

The flesh and blood squirmed in an attempt to hide the wound, but Lance had already seen its combat logic, so how could he let it succeed so easily?

The second knife, the third knife...

The long knife in Lance's hand swung out an afterimage that was difficult to see with the naked eye, but what was even more terrifying was that each knife cut off pieces of flesh and blood with precision, and at the same time, the sacrifice devoured the flesh and blood, making it look like the void was eating away.

But this efficiency...

Lance realized the problem. The terrifying self-reproduction ability and expansion speed, accumulated over so many years, almost filled Hamlet's original sewer.

No wonder even the ancestors were helpless and could only suppress but not eliminate.

Lance didn't waste any words, put away the long knife and took off his clothes instead.

Armor fit!

As soon as he took a step, he was enveloped in exploding black flames. The next second he rushed out, he was already wearing a full set of armor.

He didn't even have the intention of continuing to attack, but jumped onto the "carpet" of flesh and blood, stepped on the squirming flesh and rushed into the depths of the passage.

The reason why Lance is like this is that he understands that there is no point in fighting these flesh and blood on the periphery. As long as he grasps the core and destroys its consciousness and sacrifices it, the matter will be solved.

Otherwise, if you cut all the way in, let alone other things, the blood shed will be enough to squeeze the juice for the ancestor to drink.

Can Lance make his ancestor drink good juice?

This strange attack method really made the invisible flesh and blood unable to react, allowing him to run a certain distance.

But soon the flesh and blood reacted, and when Lance stepped on it, it dented instantly, and his entire calf sank in.

And there was a strong suction, a sucking sensation caused by muscle compression, as if it was dragging him into it.

"snort!"

Lance snorted coldly, and black flames appeared on the armor. He instinctively flinched when he touched the flesh and blood. Before he could react, the whole piece of flesh and blood turned into charcoal. If he could make a sound, I'm afraid it would be a tragic wail now.

Lance took this opportunity to pull out his legs that were engulfed in flesh and blood, and ran again, but this time the footprints were filled with black flames, like brand marks.

The flesh and blood are not made of mud, and the black flames were even more irritating when they were burned just now, and the squirming speeded up a bit.

When he came in like this, the passage was covered with flesh and blood, and now the high bulges from front to back were pressing towards him, somewhat like the intestines were trying to break up the food during digestion.

But Lance is not food.

Facing the high bulge in front of him and the hundreds of pounds of flesh and blood pressing down on him, he didn't even hesitate at all. Instead, he raised his arms and clenched his fingers into fists.

"Kouya!"

With a loud shout, the skyrocketing black flames all over his body condensed towards his arms. As they gathered, the black flames became as thick as oil and covered the fist edge.

Meteor Exploding Punch!

To be more precise, it should be that the black flame burst from a point into a cone like a flamethrower, and poured in like a hot metal jet with a powerful impact.

The moment it touches the black flame, the flesh and blood are vaporized into gray smoke before it even has time to burn, and the bones turn into charcoal ash and shatter at the touch.

A gap half a man's height appeared out of thin air in the wall of flesh and blood, with black flames and smoke that had not had time to dissipate coming from the edge.

With just one punch, the wall made of flesh and bones was penetrated, showing Lance's terrifying and strange power.

But he didn't dare to stop at all and quickly rushed out of the gap.

And as soon as he ran out, the wall of flesh and blood collided back and forth with a shocking muffled sound, and even the entire cave seemed to be shaking.

Lance stepped on a carpet of flesh and blood that was like a water bed. He couldn't help but shake when he stopped, but he was still frightened.

If you were trapped inside, it would be the equivalent of hundreds of pounds of big hands swatting mosquitoes, and if you pinched them like this, they would probably not be much better even if you didn't die.

Only then did he look back and see that flesh and blood were rushing toward him like a wave. He couldn't care less about rest and could only keep running... (End of Chapter)