Our family is in decline

"What is that guy doing?" Paracelsus complained with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Many of my things, including the experimental materials, are still inside.

If all the Devourers were buried, the healing potions would be extinct.

Greendale didn't say anything about this, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes, and she was trying to figure out what the [Messenger] was waiting for in her hands.

Fortunately, the information came back quickly, which gave her a little peace of mind...

The collapse range was large, but in the end it was limited to the underground part of the ruins.

On the contrary, the part of the Pigman's new dig that extended into the wilderness did not collapse under the pressure of the overdeveloped buildings above.

But it still had a lot of impact, and the smoke and dust stirred up surged in the passage.

And soon I heard a strange sound coming from it, but the first one to rush out of the smoke was not Lance, but the Devourers.

They seemed to be running away, not caring about the same kind around them, and ran forward quickly.

It wasn't until he escaped from the collapse area that he gradually stopped again. He raised his head and moved his anus mouthparts, as if he wanted to sense the surrounding situation.

But soon everyone seemed to be affected by something and continued to move forward, but this time the operation was not as chaotic as the previous escape.

The giant devourers among them did not attack the small and large devourers, but actually gave people a weird feeling of walking in line.

At this time, a person walked out, it was Nalansi.

He changed his clothes again and blew the conch to control the devourers, just like herding sheep.

It's just that he is an insect herder, driving away these strategic materials.

Fortunately, he controlled most of the Devourers and attracted them outside before going deep, otherwise they would all be fed to the ancestors.

If you save some of them now, there will be a future. Lance has always held this optimistic attitude.

However, this collapse can be regarded as helping him cut off the route from the cave to other directions.

It's a pity that Lance's idea of ​​"smuggling into the beast's den and going straight to his old house" was cut off.

Lance quickly drove all the Devourers near the exit before putting them to sleep.

In addition to the few Devourers who had their spines cut off and were unable to escape and were struggling wildly, there were also giant Devourers that had been half dissected.

It has been completely cut open, but it is still alive and not dead. This is very outrageous. Maybe it was awakened by the movement just now, and the struggle made it very confusing.

Lance gave it a quickie, completely ending its pain.

Now that he has improved his understanding of flesh and blood, Lance feels that the appearance of giant devourers is entirely caused by them devouring too much distorted flesh and blood that contains strange power.

Yes, this is an accident. Don't try to understand it under extraordinary power. This is its charm.

But the site still needs to be dealt with, and the relevant breeding plans have to be redesigned.

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Hamlet, wilderness.

It was similar to the situation when Lance defeated the witch's conspiracy and marched into the wilderness for development.

Although the army of fungal parasites was eliminated, the Ascension Sect was still entrenched among them and continuously launched attacks on them.

It was a difficult time because most of them were new recruits with little experience. Their equipment was mainly spears, and only a few had the most common muskets.

The armor only consisted of some iron breastplates that were simply pieced together, and what stood out was their simplicity.

But Lance will never give up on anyone and save people at all costs. No matter how injured they are, as long as they are still alive, he will be saved.

Therefore, Hamlet's medical treatment, especially surgical emergency, started so quickly because of his countless on-site experience.

When the logistics are full, the medical team is waiting behind, providing immediate first aid for injuries, and even pulling the car back, as long as there is still breath.

The seriously wounded were brought back one by one. Unless they had broken limbs, Lance would take a trip and be discharged from the hospital in a few days to fight on the battlefield with those cultists.

Some soldiers' stomachs were cut open by the sharp claws of the cult warriors, and their intestines fell out. They were ruthless enough to stuff their intestines back in and continue.

If Bastia's veterans are those who eliminate the weak through war and survive, then the veterans in Hamlet are almost the same group of people, but they grew up in the battle.

One is screening and one is cultivating at all costs because the Hamlet population cannot afford that approach.

But Lance's efforts are still rewarding, that is, the abilities and will of these soldiers have been fully tempered, and every veteran who returns from death will be a nightmare for cultists.

You have been seriously injured and on the verge of death more than once. When you wake up, you find that the injury has healed, and it is just like you died and restarted the game.

It's just that you didn't crawl out of hell on a carriage, and the lord stood aside and came over to encourage you to burn the cultists to ashes.

Not to mention that when Lance rescued people, he secretly strengthened them with [Blessing] and felt the blood pumping, which was why many soldiers had a fanatical worship of the lord.

From the beginning of the large-scale and fierce conflict, both sides suffered casualties, and even Hamlet's army suffered more heavy and heroic casualties.

At that time, Lance had to run in both the town and the wilderness. Until the later introduction of muskets and the popularity of armor, the combat effectiveness was greatly improved.

At this time, the quality of equipment and personnel had improved, and the cultists could no longer defeat the growing army in large-scale operations, so they began to resort to small-scale attacks and harassment.

Not to mention capturing the outpost and using it as a stronghold to stop them, thus stabilizing the situation somewhat.

Using the cave tunnels that had not yet been discovered at the time, suicide squads were used to interfere with the progress of wilderness development.

There was also a "whack-a-mole" approach to deal with those cultists, because Hamlet's population was too small at the time and its development capabilities were insufficient.

Of course, there are also reasons for the trouble caused by the cultists in the early stage. Anyway, the development cannot keep up with the expansion of the land.

Lance did not expand blindly, he simply defended the outpost to train troops and bleed the Ascension Sect.

During this period, it can be said that the outpost also encountered many dangers, and even the high wall was breached once. Fortunately, it was successfully defended in the end.

It was at this time that the offensive and defensive changes began. Because the population was replenished, Lance needed more land to accommodate these people.

It stands to reason that the population of the Ascension Sect should have plummeted due to so many wars and strangulations.

But the facts have not gone away. On the contrary, harassment and assault continue to occur, just like before.

But now that the strength of Hamlet's army has increased, he is not afraid of small groups fighting against these cultists, let alone the guards and heroes among them.

But according to feedback from the front line, the strength of these cultists is also constantly improving, which is why Lance dare not relax a little.

To be honest, Lance was a little confused about how much wealth his ancestor still had, so he could only blame it on those stupid lords who fed him over the years.

Anyway, the battle between Hamlet and the Ascension Cult is not over yet.

Nowadays, the road to the ruins still requires the army to guard the labor reform prisoners, not only to prevent them from escaping, but also to prevent the attacks of the cultists.

At the further edge of the wilderness, a small team was searching for enemies.

Barristan, who was wearing heavy armor, led the way, followed by Disma, Junia, William, and of course his partner Fergus.

After Lance took over and established the police system, William also looked for opportunities to take a vacation. Anyway, there would be no chaos if the lord was there. Only the lord could make Hamlet feel at ease. He always felt a little worried about other people, fearing that something would go wrong.

But his vacation was not to lie in bed and sleep, but to take Figs out hunting.

Because Figs is a hound, it needs plenty of exercise to vent its strong energy. Usually, leading it on patrol for two hours is basically a walk.

And it just so happened that the outer areas of the wilderness were still being cleaned up, so Fergus's search ability could come in handy.

He takes the initiative to come here to hunt during his vacation. He is chosen by Heaven to be a worker. If you don't let him work, he will feel uncomfortable.

The dog was sniffing the surrounding scent, and suddenly stopped and squatted, looking in one direction.

"She's growling, be careful... there's something nearby."

William reacted immediately and reminded his teammates softly.

The teammates were all veterans, so they all became alert and moved towards that direction.

Soon I discovered the cultists in the wild jungle, a classic three-in-one, three cult fighters and a cult witch.

Sometimes the battle breaks out without so much nonsense, and a gunshot announces the start of the battle.

"boom!"

The moment the voice sounded, the cult witch's head jerked back, but she turned around again the next second. She only saw a dent on the mask, and blood could be seen falling from the unobstructed lower half of her face. .

The black iron helmet worn on the face of the cult witch worked, otherwise this shot would have flipped the skull over and knocked out the brains.

But now it actually didn't even penetrate the skull, only a trace of blood flowed from the face.

"Damn it, I missed the eye." Disma complained, but the reloading action in his hand was not slow at all.

Anyone who has fought against these cultists knows to kill the caster first, even William is no exception.

"The hunting begins!" William raised his hand to mark the target and whistled.

The moment Figos received the order, he immediately rushed forward. He was so excited that he couldn't even suppress the secretion of saliva, which continued to flow from the corners of his grinned mouth.

It's eager to fight!

Those cultists couldn't even keep up with the speed of the hounds. They rushed forward and bit the hand holding the staff, then shook their heads wildly and bit hard.

It is trained to know how to attack most effectively.

The witch's spellcasting was interrupted, and blood flowed out uncontrollably from her severely injured hand. However, the pain did not affect her, and even made her enter an even crazier state. She changed her staff and wanted to hit the dog's head.

But Fergus is smart in that he doesn't bite like ordinary hounds.

When the evil cult witch tried to fight back, she immediately let go, but she didn't move away. Instead, she flexibly roamed around and barked, waiting for the next blow with a ferocious expression.

Because those eyes were always staring at the throat.

At the same time, Junia had already waved the steel torch to send out divine judgment. The flames above rose up and appeared out of thin air, and a flash of light hit the witch, making her lose control.

At this time, Figes, who had been waiting for a long time, took the opportunity to rush forward and bit the ankle.

He dragged his limbs backwards, causing the witch who had briefly lost consciousness to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

It was at this time that Figes showed his most ferocious act. He threw himself at his ankle and bit his throat with his sharp fangs.

As he shook his head, his whole body began to twist. He used all his strength to sway, and actually tore the throat out alive and pulled out the entire throat.

Figs's entire mouth was stained red with blood, just like eating dragon fruit.

But it was currently in a state of excitement and had no intention of stopping. It shook its head and spat out the flesh and blood, and continued to bite, clearly intending to completely break the neck.

No matter how thick the blood of the cultists is, they can't withstand this attack. The cult fighters on the other side also reacted and came over with their iron claws to save their teammates.

Can William watch someone beat his dog? When he came up, he picked up the baton that looked like a mace and smashed it at him.

In terms of skill and strength, William has no advantage and is even weaker, but don't forget that they are also "Siamese twins".

When Figes saw William coming up, he immediately gave up on the unresponsive witch and attacked the cultist from both sides.

At this time, Barristan had already held up his shield to stop another cultist. The iron claws collided with the shield and wiped out a string of sparks, but the morning star hammer was destined to draw blood.

One strike can cause the cultist to break his muscles and bones, and the helmet and mask will be dented directly, and blood will flow out from the gaps mixed with brain matter.

On the other side, Disma had already charged forward. The dagger was unsheathed with a crisp feeling. The dagger blocked the iron claw, but the next second the musket was directly attached to the guy's face.

"boom!"

There is no doubt that the headshot was not as powerful as before at this distance. The black iron helmet was torn apart by the projectile, but the terrifying vitality prevented him from dying, and instead he gave a desperate blow.

Disma didn't give him a chance at all. He dodged and counterattacked, and the dagger directly cut his throat, and the blood spurted out and sucked away the last life force.

And Junia also came up and used the torch to completely purify the witch.

At the end of the battle, a small group of cultists roaming the wilderness was eliminated.

However, just when a few people wanted to take a breath, they actually felt vibrations coming from the earth, and then the smoke and dust rising in the distance undoubtedly pointed out the reason.

"What happened?"

"Over there are the ruins."

"Evil is surging..." Junia looked over there with a solemn expression. Although she was like this most of the time, she also felt the seriousness of the matter.

"Don't be afraid girl."

Everyone else was paying attention to the matter itself, but William was a bit special. He was comforting the dog, but Figos's bloody face did not show fear at all, but a kind of vigilance.