Our family is in decline

Hamlet.

"Hmph! He still wants to retire?" Lance sneered and complained to Greendale, throwing away the letter.

Walter also knew that his behavior was a bit sensitive, so he took advantage of the situation and wanted to step back and spend time with his family.

But Lance definitely doesn't agree with the idea of ​​taking his family and running away when something goes wrong. This kind of slick capitulation faction will give me a hard squeeze on the labor force.

That is to say, I really don’t have anyone like Walter who has the ability to manage a city and operate those channels well.

Since it is quite easy to use, I just don't bother to care about it. Otherwise, what kind of good-natured person would it be to be Lance?

But now these are just trivial matters. Lance is more concerned about the preparations for the operation, and turns to look at Greendale.

"The Legion has been used to attract adventurers' attention to the ruins..."

In the past few days, Lance quickly dealt with various conflicts that emerged. His strong actions made them feel the authority of the lord, and they became more honest.

After the supplies were shipped, the frontline regiments also began to take action, truly confronting the skeletons on a large scale.

The obstruction of the red mist and the extremely dark environment are a trouble for the Legion, which is why Barton does not recommend taking action.

But it was training anyway, and it was only under such extreme interference that the problem could be discovered, and there was no real intention to invade the ruins, so it was enough to attract enough attention.

At the same time, they were led up by the Legion's actions. In fact, the Legion circled around from the outside under the cover of darkness and ran to the current Navy Pier.

"But will the deployment of so many scholars and personal guards cause problems in the town?"

The reason Greendale said this was because Lance planned to drag Alhazred, Bigby and the entire bodyguard over.

"The army is the key to deterring those people. One or two extraordinary people will not have much impact on the situation. It is better to put them in a suitable place."

Lance said and looked at Greendale to signal, "Are you ready for what I want?"

In response, she took out a potion and handed it over, but it contained a lot of tiny dust-like particles.

These are the unweakened spores of the necrotic fungus. Lance had also seen the terrifying scene of madly devouring flesh and blood and constantly producing mushrooms. If the weak fire of the spores had not been directly detonated, I am afraid that the farm at that time would have turned into a dead place full of mushrooms.

And the meaning of what he wanted from Greendale today was obvious.

Lance was ready to turn the Flesh Dungeon into a mushroom garden and burn it down if the situation in the dungeon got out of control and there was really no other way.

F*ck it up with the ancestor!

But that was an extreme situation, and Lance still wanted to nibble away in a safer way.

Now that everything was ready, Lance had no intention of staying any longer.

"It's not difficult, it's just disgusting. Don't worry."

Lance left a word to comfort Greendale, and then a carriage quickly drove out of Hamlet.

Boarding the ship... going up to the gondola... After the familiar process, Lance led everyone to the old house.

But this time there were too many people, fifty personal guards, plus ten members of the legion, as well as Alhazred and Bigby.

The seemingly chaotic team, led by Lance, quickly arrived in front of the Forgotten Gate.

The terrifying aura leaking out made those people feel strong uneasiness, but for Lance, who had been in there several times, he didn't feel anything at all. It was just like returning home.

Ancestor, I’m going to do it!

As for the few personal guards who had gone in before, they also had uncomfortable reactions, but their will overcame their fear and stepped into the dungeon again.

loyalty!

The most confused person was Bigby, who didn't know how he was pulled over.

who I am? What am I doing here?

We have all come this far, and there is no possibility of retreat. We follow the large army directly through the gate and into the dungeon.

Sure enough, they all had various abnormalities. Lance did not give them a blessing to refresh their status, but waited for them to adapt.

When he went back to meet with the police and the army, he actively used [Flesh and Flesh Reconstruction] to treat the injured, and later blessed those who performed outstandingly during this extremely dark mutation.

The most prominent among these is that the cavalry team has received the most blessings. They undertake the most dangerous tasks on the front line. Although there are casualties, most of them come back alive and it is already very good.

There are also some rewards given to the police and heroes. Comprehensively improving their strength will help stabilize the situation.

Apart from this, he also gave a lot of honors and rewards. The clear distinction between rewards and punishments is the kingly rule. Those political tactics are nothing but a joke in the face of actual benefits.

However, Lance did not bless the members of the Guards. This was not because he felt that they went deep into the ruins and harmed the cavalry, nor was it because the rescue operation consumed too much supplies.

Rather, he gave generous blessings just to consume the accumulated spirituality, and then brought his personal guards over to cut the leeks in the ancestor's field.

Now he really can't squeeze out a drop of spirituality.

None of the people present were weak, and they quickly adapted to it.

The first and second floors have been cleaned up. Lance led people through them quickly, and at the same time introduced the various flesh and blood monsters that haunted the dungeon.

It is said to be the number of layers, but in reality it should be the area, because Lance can feel that the height is almost the same, and what really divides them is the extent of the spread of the flesh and blood.

The first layer is the area that has not been touched by the flesh and blood, and a large area of ​​blood mist is filled. The second layer is a part of the corruption, and the spread of the flesh and blood that devours the blood mist makes the mist much thinner.

The flesh and blood on the second layer were obviously harvested by Lance before, but they actually healed over time. They are indeed alive.

However, they were weakened a lot. Lance was too lazy to harvest the remaining ones, but came to the nearest Iron Crown Altar.

Alhazred stepped forward and looked at the activated altar for a while. The strong evil aura on it seemed to condense into substance.

"Should we destroy it directly?"

Lance did not understand the principles of mysticism, but his fists were hard enough.

"It's hard to figure it out in a short time. I think we should not move."

The scholar could only give advice because he was not sure.

Since this was the case, there was nothing to say. He walked directly behind the altar and passed through the completely covered flesh and blood passage.

Entering a place that is more horrifying than the previous two floors.

Although the second floor is also occupied by flesh and blood, you can still see the walls and floors, as well as those strange sculptures and large rock ruins.

But the difference between the front and the front is that the flesh and blood have been most severely corrupted so far in the dungeon. All you can see around is flesh and blood. The walls and floors are fused with flesh, and the footsteps feel soft and greasy.

And the unique thing is that these flesh and blood are different from the irregular and mixed with a large number of tissues and organs in the front, but are smooth like intestines.

Then there are a lot of synovial ligaments made of flesh and blood to connect them, and dense alveolar-like protrusions grow at the ends of the connection.

Looking out from the gap in the passage, without the cover of the red fog, you can find that these flesh and blood are alive. They wriggle like intestines and beat like hearts, similar to the place where a huge organism merges.

This team is like suddenly breaking into a giant monster!

Now Lance understood the noise caused by activating the Iron Crown Altar, but it was not over. Lance raised his hand and released various things, even a cart.

The plan had been arranged on the way, so the guards put on leather gloves and masks, and then some took up the blade to cut, and some took up the rake to pull, and everyone cooperated to tear off the flesh and blood that could be seen everywhere.

That's right, the mission of these guards was not to fight, but to bleed the ancestor.

The sharp blades cut through the flesh and blood, and they cooperated like butchers to cut off large pieces of flesh and blood, completely ignoring the surging blood and the violently twitching flesh and blood.

The efficiency of fifty people only took a few minutes to pile up a human-high meat mountain, and the blood flow looked a bit evil.

Lance sacrificed casually, and the piled meat mountains quickly melted. The spiritual gift backhandedly blessed the guards, making them tireless like perpetual motion machines.

Compared to the dungeon, they are just as tiny as bacteria. One or two bites may not have any effect on the giant beast, but continuous erosion will eventually turn it into bones.

After a simple test, Lance officially started to act. He pushed the cart forward, and the accompanying guards cut buckets of flesh and blood in exchange for blessings.

The Legion, Alhazred and Bigby moved forward, and soon encountered the attack of the flesh and blood monster.

It was a slender handle rooted in the flesh and blood, with a swollen big head on the top.

The mouth and black eyeballs that are rarely seen here appeared randomly and densely on it, showing a hideous scene.

Antibodies, as a natural self-defense mechanism, tried to drive away the invaders that the cult could not repel.

There were two polyps beside the antibodies, flapping their flesh wings and floating beside them, just like drone guards.

As soon as they met, the mouths of the three things spit out indescribable sticky secretions towards the team.

Legion approached with shield raised to block those things, providing safe output space for teammates behind him.

In response, Alhazred raised the skull candlestick, and several scarlet tentacles condensed with energy emerged in the ritual pattern and whipped the two polyps, tearing them apart and knocking them down.

At the same time, Bigby also waved the chain in his hand and whipped the big head of the antibody. You must know that this is used by the church judge to restrict the extraordinary, and the power on it bursts to suppress it.

At this time, Legion had already rushed forward, cut off the handle of the antibody with a sword, and the other two inserted the long sword into the head of the polyp, and all the monsters who wanted to struggle were hacked to death by random swords.

A battle ended at the beginning, because the team configuration was too strong.

With the lord, Alhazred could exert his full strength.

Although Bigby was a scholar engaged in research, the guy who coexisted in his body was experienced in combat.

That strange state gave him a strong body, full resistance, and also gave him a good fighting instinct, as if he was born with it.

The Legion was even more powerful, otherwise the Lich would not have run away if they could have defeated them.

More importantly, their special physical condition resisted the corruption of flesh and blood, which was the real reason why Lance had tricked them over.

These enemies could hardly stop their progress, so Lance didn't need to worry about anything.

Alhazred and Bigby only need to control the situation. Even the very agile and swift flesh hounds can only be restrained by the shadow tentacles that suddenly appeared on the ground, and Bigby can only pull them one by one.

Alhazred had taught Bigby meditation before, and now he took this opportunity to teach him how to control himself and adjust his state.

The Legion is responsible for defense and output. They are tireless war machines. They are not afraid of being injured, because there are flesh monsters everywhere. Even if they are injured, they can recover quickly by inserting the sword into the flesh.

Lance only needs to pick up the corpses in the back, and bless the scholars and Bigby from time to time to suppress the abnormal movements in their hearts.

They are like the shield machine that penetrates the mountain, rushing around in the giant monster's body. No matter what hard rock is in front of them, it will be ground by the blade.

No matter how many flesh monsters such as antibodies, polyps, and flesh hounds there are, they will only become a pool of mud.

Whether it was the intestinal passage or the chamber-like room, wherever they went, they were disemboweled and blood flowed like a river. Since they stepped into the third floor, the wailing and twitching seemed to have never stopped.

The speed of advancement was too fast, and the guards could not keep up.

To be honest, Lance knew that it was impossible to harvest everything in such a short time. Most of the flesh and blood that were like mountains and seas were in places that were difficult to touch.

So he clearly cut off the easy ones and tried to weaken the ancestor as much as possible. At the same time, using these gifts to cultivate the guards was the real key.

There were not many masters when they came in, but they were all champions when they walked out of the dungeon. If a few more legends were produced, Hamlet would instantly complete the accumulation of other organizations for thousands of years.

Apart from the church, what other forces in the empire could pull out so many legends?

It can only be said that the "paper plane" thrown by the ancestor flew back to his heir.

The action was very smooth, and the momentum of those guards became more and more vigorous. Fortunately, there were countless flesh and blood for them to vent their enthusiasm.

During this process, they did encounter powerful enemies. A monster similar to the Temple Guardian who guarded the Iron Crown Altar on the second floor appeared.

It had a scorpion body, covered with a layer of carapace, a pair of large pincers and a dark green scorpion tail.

When Lance met them, he quickly asked his guards to retreat, and then gave the [Scorching Amulet] to the three heroes. The legion was one, so only one was needed.

The Temple monster also reacted instantly, waving its limbs and rushing over. The pincers seemed to be eager to tear the flesh, and the stinger behind it stabbed out even more quickly.

Several people had also heard from the lord about the ferocity of this guy, and did not dare to launch an attack without any hesitation...