Our family is in decline

If we had said directly that the dungeon was the domain of the evil god, then according to Alvis's cautious attitude, he would definitely not have followed in.

So everyone didn't reveal too much information to him at the beginning. It can be said that among so many people, he was the only one who didn't know the specific situation.

But since they were all in, Lance didn't bother about it anymore and told the general situation.

"Back then, a cult called the Ascension Sect sacrificed the entire city of Hamlet in order to awaken their evil god, but fortunately it was interrupted, and the vitality of millions of humans was accumulated here. Consuming these essences is also consuming the power of the evil god."

After saying that, Lance looked at Alvis and gestured, "Sir, do you have any better suggestions?"

Hearing this, Alvis also knew that he had boarded a pirate ship, and it would be difficult to get off now.

But he didn't speak for these reasons just now, but because he saw that the blood altar was really inefficient.

"You should have told me earlier. I once traveled around the empire and gained some special knowledge during an adventure, which can better handle these spiritual crystals."

After saying that, he might have added a strange sentence for fear that Lance would not believe it.

"The territory of Totnes Rat Street needs resources to maintain."

Lance didn't find it strange. After all, everyone has his own opportunities. How could it be easy for him to become a legend?

Lance understood that Alvis said this to prove that he was really capable. After all, maintaining a Rat Street naturally requires a lot of resources, and those extraordinary people have to pay him.

So don't really think of him as a good person. He will hold an umbrella for others after he has been caught in the rain.

To a certain extent, he maintains Rat Street and protects those retail investors. It's like selling umbrellas after he has been caught in the rain.

After all, he has no power to rely on, so he can only do this to accumulate resources for himself, which is equivalent to so many retail investors paying protection fees to support him.

When the incident happened, he also closed Rat Street and ran away immediately. He was completely a non-stick pan. No matter how you look at it, it can only be regarded as cooperation and mutual benefit.

And the reason why he said this today is also very simple, just wanting to get a piece of the pie.

There is no need to talk nonsense with these people. Lance spoke directly about this.

"How much do you want?"

Alves looked at the crystals that kept emerging from the Holy Grail of Blood, and then looked at the blood sea that was vaguely visible like a river in the blood mist in the distance. His breathing became rapid, and he turned to Lance and stretched out three fingers.

"I want 30%!"

"Forget it." Lance didn't need to talk any more after hearing this. These idiots really dared to speak.

Such a straightforward refusal made Alves anxious.

He admitted that the price was a little high, but didn't they always make a high price and then pay it back?

You bargained? Why did you just refuse?

"The crystals made by the Holy Grail of Blood can't be used if they are not refined, and the loss and cost of refining are greater than what I proposed."

Faced with Alves's defense, Lance felt bored. Spiritual pollution didn't exist for him at all, and it could prevent others from using it.

So the benefits he proposed were of no use to Lance, not to mention that the pension saved by the ancestor must be for me, the heir.

But it is definitely not the right thing to say. Lance felt that it was necessary to knock him, and immediately asked a question.

"Why do you think we are here?"

This made Alvis a little strange, but before he could answer, Lance directly threw out the answer and raised his hand to point at himself.

"I am Lord Hamlet, I am a noble."

The next second, he waved his hand and swept over the people here.

"Look at the people around you again. I believe you can also see that their strength is big in any place in this world. A wealthy life is easy for them.

But why did I give up the comfortable and luxurious aristocratic life? Why did scholars come all the way from another continent, and what did they give up by standing here today?"

Lance directly stood on the moral high ground and bombarded the mage and tortured him severely.

"You can stand here and talk to me today because I led my men to defeat the cultists and monsters blessed by the evil god along the way.

This is the second time the scholar has come in. Last time he fought desperately with those monsters here, but after knowing that he could weaken the power of the evil god, he went back without sleep just to complete the altar as soon as possible, and was willing to come to this ghost place for the second time.

If it weren't for the scholar's strong recommendation that you could increase our chances of success in the next action, you would not have come here.

You have to figure out whether we are standing here today for ourselves or for Hamlet, but for the future of this world, for mankind!"

After saying that, Lance shook his head with a disappointed look on his face, and waved his hand without saying anything more.

"Go away, it can be said that I don't know how to use people."

Then he really didn't care, and turned to give orders to the guards.

"Leave two people in charge here, and the rest follow me."

As he spoke, countless bags were piled up, and there was also a cart full of tools and supplies.

At this time, the others did not pay too much attention to the incident just now. The guards began to collect the blood beads and put them into bags according to the lord's instructions.

Lance also prepared to go deeper with the others.

The environment of the dungeon was extremely stressful, and even Alvis, a powerful legendary spellcaster, was affected.

Now he was caught by Lance and compared with Alhazred. The accusations and disregard made him unable to control his emotions, and he could only stand there for a while.

At his age and strength, he was still scolded. Who could bear this?

If it were someone else, he would have shouted "Legends cannot be insulted!" and started fighting. Do you really think he is innocent enough to live to this day?

His eyes turned to the holy grail that was constantly gushing out crystals, not to mention the countless resources here...

As a casual person, he was really afraid of poverty. If he could get the resources here, it would not be impossible for him to go further.

Alvis could feel the aging of his body. Even legends could not avoid the laws of life, but there were some special means.

But he was not stupid. He naturally understood how unreliable the "ascension" promoted by cults like the Ascension Sect was. As for becoming a dead person, it is better to die than to live.

So in recent years, he has gradually calmed down and looks free and easy.

But Lance's early treatment made him feel the vitality sprouting from his withered body, making his stagnant heart active.

In addition, he had only seen those guards before, but they did not have such exaggerated momentum. The fact that their strength could increase in a short time showed the magic of Hamlet.

Others could not see it, but he could feel the vitality here that was so strong that it had turned into blood mist, and he knew that the secret of Hamlet was hidden here.

If he could...

Unfortunately, as Lance said, everyone present was a master. Not to mention Alhazred, the lord alone made him have no chance of winning.

But the strength of a spellcaster is usually not on the surface, and his strength is not in a direct battle.

Since he came to me for the portal, he would do something to banish and seal the leaders, and he would not take the remaining guards seriously.

As for those outside?

Humph! The cult can sacrifice, why can't I?

Fight, fight, it's better to help me kill the evil god of the cult, then we just need to spread the news that the lord is trapped to lead them here...

Thinking of this, Alvis suppressed his dissatisfaction in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

For a legendary spellcaster, it only took a moment to make a decision, and he was unwilling to stay, so he hurriedly followed and expressed his opinion.

"The lord said it well, it's really my narrow-mindedness, I can also do my part for mankind."

Hearing this, Lance stopped his steps, turned around and looked at him with a strange expression, and suddenly said something for some reason.

"You are too greedy."

When these words came out, even if Alvis was deep in the mansion, his expression froze. He was about to explain something here, but someone was faster than him.

"Bang!"

A gunshot directly kicked off the prelude to the battle, but it was not Lance who fired the gun, but Disma.

The three of them had been fighting with the lord from the beginning to now, and the tacit understanding between them could be understood without speaking.

So he dared to take action directly because of the lord's inexplicable words.

Although Alvis was caught off guard, his equipment was passively activated. Although his body could still be seen, it was as if he had fallen into another space.

The bullet went straight through his body and fell into the air as if it had passed through the air.

Alvis subconsciously wanted to get away from this side, but found that the dungeon blocked the space, and it would take some preparation to break it.

But now he couldn't care about more, so he could only choose the direction of teleportation to a place visible to the naked eye, trying to keep a distance.

But at the moment the gunshot sounded, Alhazred also took action. Although he didn't understand, he knew that he had to stand on the side of the lord, otherwise all his efforts would be wasted.

As for whether Alvis was wronged, for the sake of the overall situation, you can only suffer.

The skull candlestick in his hand emitted cold fire, and countless shadow tentacles appeared on the ground in an instant, and the figure that the bullet couldn't catch was dragged out from another space.

At this time, Alvis had to swing his cane, and the figure shattered like a mirror, and at the same time broke free from the shackles of the shadow tentacles.

The figure appeared in another place the next second. He was also exhausted from dodging two moves in a row, but now was not the time to rest, so he had to raise his staff to cast again.

A sharp blade appeared out of thin air and slashed over like a scimitar. If it were not for the red fog, it would not even be visible to the naked eye.

Barristan held the shield in front of him and collided with the space blade directly, making a dull sound. What was even more magical was that the waves on the shield seemed to appear in front of him like a tidal wave, and the power was consumed.

Fortunately, he changed into extraordinary equipment, otherwise the ordinary shield might not be able to block this move.

But now no one cares about this. If Alvis could have opened up the distance just now, he might have prepared more spells to struggle, but Disma had already drawn out his dagger and stabbed forward, and the swift and fierce action was full of murderous intent.

There is no need to load any ammunition to deal with the caster, which would be a waste of time. The correct choice is to just chase and attack, and not give the enemy time to cast and prepare.

On the other side, Leonard, who was fully armored, also approached with a sword in his hand, pressing down as steadily as a mountain, leaving no chance of survival.

"What are you doing? I'm here to help!" Alvis shouted loudly to disrupt the rhythm of their attack. He only needed to pause for a while to complete the spell.

But these people's attack did not stop at all, but became more fierce. Fortunately, Alvis's legend was not fake. Under that strange power, when the attack fell on him, it only caused ripples in the surrounding space.

Alhazred used a [Weakness Spell], and the power of the ritual emerged and directly broke the wizard's shield.

However, in this moment of daze, when he reacted, he saw the big shield hit him in the face.

The raging waves rushed over, and actually repelled him, and at the same time dizzy interrupted all the spells he prepared.

In this kind of battle, dizziness is very fatal, because others will seize this opportunity.

Reynard also seized the opportunity to swing the sword and chop off the head, and everyone's movements suddenly paused.

Logically speaking, this must be death, after all, even the cultists can't stand beheading.

But the weird thing is that there was no blood splashing when the head fell off. Looking at the neck, it was strangely smooth like a slice, and even the contracting and wriggling muscles and blood vessels could be seen.

The weird scene shocked everyone, but Lance walked up with a smile and picked up the head on the ground.

"Don't pretend."

At this moment, the leader suddenly opened his eyes, and his ferocious face was also very scary, as if the sword had not cut at all, and the two sides were still connected in some way.

"I'm here to help you. You actually want to attack me because I didn't give out the ritual for free. You just want to lead me here and swallow my things. You are such a vicious person."

"Do you believe what you said? If I really want to kill you, it's just a matter of one move. Why do I need to call you here and make such a trouble? It was really recommended by the scholar. Otherwise, why would you, an outsider, come here?"

Lance didn't react much to his accusation at all, and it was dispelled with a very casual sentence.

Others would not doubt it, but Alhazred did react. If the lord really wanted to take action, it would not be that serious, because he really asked for it himself, so he could not be planning to murder.

"It is true that I did not intend to take action against you, and it was indeed me who recommended you." Alhazred explained, but it made the wizard furious.

"Do you think I will believe it! All this is just your scam. I have nothing to say if I failed."

"Then what spell are you preparing?" Lance smiled and said it, and the scene that had just been paused was repeated again...

Thanks to Brother Fu [Human Puppet 02] for the 5,000 reward