Our family is in decline

Alves was beheaded, but the spell allowed him to still live after his head was decapitated, and he could even curse.

The decapitated body that was originally frozen in place suddenly rioted because of Lance's words.

But since it was exposed in advance, there was no threat. Lance didn't even need to take action. The scholar raised his hand and took down it with a [Weakness Curse].

Even the head in Lance's hand seemed to be involved, and his expression suddenly became depressed.

Dismaco was not used to it at all, he kicked the body down directly, then stooped down and put the dagger against his heart.

"Lord, I think we should kill him directly. We don't have time to waste here."

When had this Alves ever been so angry? No one in your mother takes him seriously, I am a legend!

The already sluggish head could be seen twitching in the neck, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out.

"So understand, I am also a spell caster. Nothing you do can escape my eyes. I also know what you were thinking just now. No one can lie in front of me."

Lance walked towards the body with his head in hand, and Disma naturally stepped away to give up his position.

As he said, why could it be discovered that Alves had evil intentions? Because Lance's flesh and blood power is so powerful that he can spy on their flesh and blood and feel the strangeness.

His reaction when he came over to express his stance was really weird, not sincere at all, and that test sentence exposed him even more.

"To be honest, you are not the only one who wants to kill me. Many people have been my enemies until today, but I can tolerate them."

As he spoke, Lance pulled up the body that fell to the ground with one hand and put the head back on, leaving only Alves with a confused expression.

Everyone else looked strange when they saw this scene. Leonard and the others started with the lord, and they knew that these words were really not nonsense. Barton, Boudica, Amanda... these were once enemies of the lord, but soon Just join Hamlet.

Even Alhazred, who lived in seclusion, had heard about the big fight between Tiffany and the lord, and his tolerance for his subordinates was beyond their comprehension.

Alves fiddled with his head with both hands and pushed it back again. When he looked at Lance, he lowered his eyebrows and dared not look directly at him.

But he can also understand what this means. It doesn't mean that he can tolerate his enemies, and naturally he can also tolerate himself.

But he is no longer one of those children. How could he not understand that this lord took the opportunity to beat himself up and pretended to be tolerant of himself? He just wanted to use his own abilities.

Boy!

But the situation was stronger than the person, so he could only suppress his anger and stop talking.

Let’s wait until we find a chance to settle the score…

"But as they say, there's no time to waste on you now. I can't tolerate you."

Lance rolled up his sleeves and said an understatement, but it was like the arrival of the god of death, making Alves suddenly feel like he was dead. He didn't care about it at all. He raised his hand and waved his body and disappeared instantly.

Lance, who had not made a move just now, finally moved, but he did not change his body shape, but just grabbed it in front of him.

The black flame instantly ignited and covered the hand, hitting the air and disappearing directly into the void.

However, after retracting it the next second, everyone saw the ferocious black arm armor attached to the arm, but what was even more exaggerated was that the hand actually pinched the disappeared Alves' neck and pulled him out of the void.

"I said it doesn't take so much trouble to kill you. Do you still think I'm setting you up?"

The panic on Alves' face had not disappeared, and strong emotions were surging. This time, when he looked at Lance's calm expression, he really felt the threat of death.

These spellcasters had many methods, and it was impossible for Lance to give him a chance to operate. He just broke his neck without waiting for any further reaction, and launched a sacrifice to devour his body without even stopping for a moment.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. Just now, everyone came together and cut off his head after a fierce fight, but he was still alive.

Now the lord can easily kill him with just one move. As he said, it is easy to kill you.

Lance's ability to kill the spell so easily was actually calculated and unintentional.

I'm afraid Alves didn't expect that Lance's black armor was made of the flesh and blood of a limp, and could innately break through space.

Not to mention that Lance interrupted his arrangement and put his head back on, which was deliberately confusing him.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. Negotiating terms with Lance is just asking for death. What I give you is yours. If I don’t give it to you, you can’t take it away.

Lance waved his arm and the black flames immediately dissipated, and he turned to pick up the equipment scattered on the ground. He had to say that if he wanted to make a fortune, whether it was the staff, the robe, and the accessories, they were all good things.

And taking this opportunity, Lance also got the gift. Even though he was used to seeing all kinds of treasures, he couldn't help but be moved.

Because that legacy turned out to be a beacon in space!

It is not a storage space like a collector's showroom, but a narrow space. According to the concept of immortality novels, it is a paradise, a place that can accommodate living creatures.

No wonder Alves, a single person, could become a legend. Sure enough, he had a chance encounter and got the inheritance of this treasure land.

Moreover, it has been run by Alves for a long time, and it contains the savings of a legendary spellcaster who has lived for an unknown period of time.

Lance wanted to laugh very much now, but he had to hold back. Instead, he shook his head with a look of pity.

"It's a pity to be corrupted so easily..."

However, Lance wouldn't waste too much time on the dead, and instead he called on everyone to pass through the first and second areas.

The sights along the way put Leonard and others who came in for the first time into some kind of pressure. It was hard to imagine how the lord managed to find a way out in a place like this.

Lance took them directly to the portal on the third floor.

"Now that Alves is corrupted, the matter of activating the beacon is left to the scholars."

Alhazred had no intention of refusing now that he was here, and he was also framed by Lance's words about hitting Alves.

For humanity...

On the other side, Lance said so and called the others out to start cutting the flesh and blood as planned to weaken the evil god's power as much as possible.

There were no monsters to harass them, and there were no roads to explore. Lance and the others moved swiftly because they had no scruples.

He even cut open the passage that had the same blood vessels as the large intestine and began to offer sacrifices.

That spirituality gathered on Lance like no money, and blessed everyone after changing hands. They were like moths greedily devouring the flesh and blood of the giant monster.

Small things add up, and those master-level personal guards break through one by one and become the champions of the lords. In turn, a few people come to replace the people in charge of the Blood Altar.

It's not that Lance doesn't elevate them to legend, it's just the talent limitations.

These personal guards were not originally selected because of their extraordinary talents and strong inspiration.

The first condition for selecting them is loyalty, which is the foundation of everything and ensures his control over the Guards.

The second is to be brave and fearless. The power of will is very powerful in this world. Only in this way can we fight against extraordinary monsters.

The third is ability, such as sharpshooter, weapons master, bomber... Anyway, one skill can lead to excellent performance.

But there really aren't many extraordinary talents, just a few like Margaret and Bahrain.

Then, Lance gave them a blessing and promoted them. It can be said that he lifted their status abruptly, and in less than a year, they quickly surpassed what others could not do in a lifetime.

Just like he can only stop being a legend, the spirituality he can carry at each stage is similar.

The human body has limits.

If they are forcibly promoted to legend, then I am afraid that their status will be problematic, because their souls do not have the protection that ignores everything like my own.

What Lance needs is a strong and controllable bodyguard. What's the point of simply pursuing strength and losing control?

Therefore, the bodies of these personal guards can only withstand the level of champions. The rest depends on whether they can break through in the future.

But fifty championships is definitely a very terrifying existence. This is the Hamlet heritage he has accumulated.

Lance didn't know how long he had been busy. Anyway, the personal guards around him were promoted one by one and then left.

The three layers of flesh and blood were also riddled with holes by Lance. The flesh and blood that had been healed some time ago was now torn apart again, even more exaggeratedly.

In order to find more flesh and blood, he directly split the flesh and blood barriers, and then jumped into the crawling tissues.

Because the amount of spirituality consumed from master to champion is several times higher than the former, and this is even more so when it is reflected in flesh and blood.

Fortunately, it is more than enough to support them with the life force of millions of humans, and Disma and the three Lances are not stingy, directly blessing them continuously and pointing to the legend without any scruples.

The three of them have experienced their mental state, and their determination is strong enough to control this power.

Leonard was promoted to champion himself, while Disma and Barristan were masters, so they consumed more spiritual energy.

For this reason, Lance went deeper with them, rushing wildly inside the giant monster's body, and the strong wailing and shaking almost never stopped.

But who cares? Lance and the others just invaded harder and harder just to weaken the evil god's power.

I don't know how long it took, until finally there was no good flesh around. As for the wailing and trembling, it also subsided, and even the blood drained away, leaving only scattered flesh and blood instinctively twitching.

As for the few of them, they all turned into bloody men after a round of sleepless nights.

But these guys have reached their peak state one by one, and the eyes opened under the bloody face are as sharp as sharp blades. They are all sharp knives sharpened with flesh and blood, just waiting to pierce into the evil god.

And Lance will also have exhausted spiritual savings, and there is no time more appropriate than now.

Lance seemed to have been prepared. He released a few buckets of water from the showroom to wash away the horrific blood stains. The blood dripping from their armors and clothes did not diminish. It was really scary.

But he finally showed his face.

Lance led people back to the portal where the [Troll Maw] was, and although Alhazred did not have the help of Alves, he still built what the lord needed.

The two sides didn't even speak, they just looked at each other, and Lance nodded towards the scholar while blessing him to refresh his status.

"This place is left to the scholars, let's go."

Without needing too many words, Lance walked towards the weird portal, and Leonard and the others naturally followed.

But Alhazred still couldn't help but say something.

"Without Alves' help, I can't be completely sure what is behind the portal. The danger of stepping into it..."

"Just today!"

Lance said this without waiting for the scholar to finish, and he didn't even turn his head.

The scholar knew the lord's determination when he saw this, and he immediately started the ceremony to activate the core beacon without hesitation. The flesh and blood covering the portal quickly retracted as if it had touched something hot.

Lance rushed into the portal, and the team disappeared in the violent spiritual fluctuations, leaving only the weird and gorgeous void.

Alhazred was speechless for a long time watching this scene. If killing Alvis made him suspicious before, he had nothing to say now.

The lord could have not taken this risk, and he could have destroyed the beacon and destroyed this place. In the end, he would still be the powerful lord noble.

But he went in, whether it was for this world or for mankind, it didn't matter.

And what he had to do was to guard their retreat.

He actually participated in such a thing that affected the world, and perhaps it was a kind of luck to die here.

Alhazred didn't waste any words. He sat cross-legged in the ceremony, holding the extinguished skull candlestick and fell into meditation...

What they didn't know was that their actions of drawing blood and cutting flesh really hit the power of the evil god.

Or maybe activating the beacon connected this world with the indescribable thing, opening the door to reality to some terrifying existence.

Anyway, the moment Lance stepped into the portal, the extremely dark curtain covering the sky of Hamlet actually disappeared... No, it should be said that it retreated.

Because a more terrifying scene began to appear, a huge blood-red full moon hung above Hamlet in an unprecedented posture.

The blood moon descended.

Once again, the stars returned to their positions, and the manor was located in the most turbulent center of the universe.

The terrifying and weird atmosphere began to spread rapidly. This "thing" is nameless, or it does not need to be described in words.

Having said that, those who succumb to its indescribable will receive some kind of "reward", if you can barely say so.

This great blessing made them as powerful as their disgusting appearance.

The cultists still lurking in Hamlet gathered under their twisted idols and launched an unprecedented bloody sacrifice to the real world.

On the other side, under the endless abyss, a great life was waiting in the darkness, pulsating like a heart with a wild and unruly melody... (End of this chapter)