Our family is in decline

Lance felt it briefly, and his exaggerated body, which had become taller and taller due to his rising strength, actually shrunk a little.

He had been breaking through from 1.9 meters to 2 meters, but now he has returned to 1.8 meters. This is probably because he has cleansed his meridians and changed his marrow, and adjusted all aspects to the best state.

Although his muscles did not feel explosive, he was still taller than most ordinary people, and he looked ordinary when he put on clothes.

However, this does not mean that Lance's strength has declined. On the contrary, his already very exaggerated state has ushered in a comprehensive and substantial enhancement. At the same time, the improvement of his physical fitness means that all resistances are directly maxed out.

The most intuitive manifestation of all this is that the panel has also undergone a major change due to his promotion to a demigod.

In addition to the level change to demigod, the three original characteristics of [ancient bloodline], [unique talent], and [natural purification] disappeared, and a new characteristic called [demigod body] was generated!

This means that Lance has begun to break away from the human creature and embarked on the first step on the road to godhood.

It is precisely because of this that the three characteristics are replaced, because the blood of a demigod is more powerful than the thin ancient blood.

It is also difficult to describe his ability with human talent. What kind of talent can be stronger than a demigod?

As for the [Natural Purification] obtained by sacrificing the witch in the wilderness, it was also due to similar reasons. The resistance brought by the demigod body is higher, so it is naturally covered.

And this is just the most direct manifestation, there are some hidden conditions.

That is, under the blessing of the demigod body, he will always remain in the strongest state. He has long been immune to fatigue. The real key is that aging has lost its meaning in front of him.

The temptation of immortality is what everyone is craving, but now it is easily mastered by Lance, which is somewhat dreamy.

But when he thought that this was nothing in the extraordinary world, Lance instantly lost that excitement.

There are really many immortals in this world, such as Geralt, the master of demon hunting. He is not really very strong. He plays some swordsmanship and adds a few magic signs. When facing monsters, he will prepare for it in a targeted manner. Injury is also commonplace, but he will not age, or the degree of aging is very slow, and his recovery ability is amazing.

However, there is still a price to pay. The mortality rate of passing the Demon Hunter Green Grass Trial is too high, and it can only be started from childhood.

As for other means of prolonging life, Lance has also seen them in the research of the ancestor. This is not impossible. The magic of extraordinary power lies in the unknown.

Lance quickly adapted to the changes brought about by the promotion to demigod, but the ancestor is the ancestor. The gift has not ended yet. Another thing was returned in the void, but Lance's reaction was a bit strange, because that thing was a twisted and dried umbilical cord.

[Broken umbilical cord], which made Lance think of the [Heart of Flesh and Blood] in his hand. The ancestor always liked to do these flesh and blood research.

Only then did he have time to look up at the huge meat ball above his head.

This thing did not disappear with the ancestor, and he immediately raised his hand to sacrifice the meat ball rooted in the void above.

The void swallowed the flesh and blood full of strange breath without any surprise, but the gift made Lance a little speechless.

It was a ball of dried flesh and blood with a strange shape and curled up, and its name was [Incomplete Placenta].

The placenta and the umbilical cord made Lance guess that the ancestor wanted to use them to breed the body of the god. If he really succeeded, then it was probably true that the god was born from the breeding heart at that time, and it was not an existence that they could defeat.

But unfortunately, the ancestor was wrong from the beginning. The sacrifice of Hamlet was successful, but not completely successful.

It was not because of the saints of the church. It was simply that a million people could not complete the required vitality. The flesh and blood placenta created by this ritual was naturally incomplete, and it also bound the ancestor to the breeding heart.

Until he fought all the way in like the journey to the west, forcing him to be born from the breeding heart in advance.

But unfortunately, the ancestor who was only a demigod was not able to turn the tables. Lance's knife cut off the blood vessels of the heart, cut off the umbilical cord, and cut off the ancestor's last hope.

Now holding the placenta and umbilical cord in his hands, Lance felt absurd. Are these the last two pieces of equipment left by the ancestor, which carry his obsession of failing to ascend to the godhood...

However, Lance did not have time to stay and slowly entangle these things, because after the meat ball was sacrificed, he also discovered with his keen senses that this space had lost the maintenance of the ancestor and began to become unstable.

It was not suitable to stay here for a long time, and Lance quickly left this strange space.

In fact, he did not stay for long, and soon caught up with Reynard and others when he went out, but everyone realized that the passage began to become unstable, and there was no need for Lance to urge them, and everyone ran quickly.

Finally, they escaped at the last moment and rushed out of the void through the portal that was already shaking like a bubble.

In reality, there was a violent fluctuation from the portal, and the next second Lance brought Reynard and others back to reality.

"How is the situation? Did it succeed?" Alhazred, who was guarding the portal, slowly opened his eyes from meditation, and he could naturally feel the fluctuations coming.

"Of course! How could we fail?" Disma quickly got rid of the tension and responded proudly.

However, neither Disma nor Reynard mentioned any details about the inside.

Lance didn't say anything, he just looked back at the portal. The mirror-like void scene of the originally propped up circular structure became dim and then disappeared. Everything about the ancestor was lost in the void.

Some secrets are best lost forever...

"That's just a new god created by the Ascension Sect. It can't even be called a god. It's just a freak who plays with flesh and blood. The real ancient god is still sleeping at this time."

Lance didn't open the champagne just because his ancestor died. In fact, he knew that his ancestor was just a loser, and it didn't matter whether he disappeared or not.

But the suffering he brought to Hamlet did not disappear. The simplest thing is that the leader of the Ascension Sect is still on the run, the ancestors left similar relics that need to be dealt with, and most of Hamlet's territory is still occupied... not to mention that he doesn't know what the outside world is like. situation, whether to live in extreme darkness.

But as he spoke, Lance suddenly smiled and shouted.

"But this time the operation was a complete success. We successfully destroyed the enemy and eliminated the source of Hamlet's darkness!"

A win is a win, and Lance doesn't want to undermine their hard-earned victory, but rather motivate them because they deserve it.

A few words cheered everyone up, and then they put aside the situation here for the time being and walked out of the giant monster's stomach.

However, after walking outside, I discovered a new situation. The giant monster's flesh and blood seemed to have lost its vitality and no longer squirmed and twitched, just like a piece of rotten meat.

There is no reaction at all when touched or hurt before, let alone the self-healing ability. I would recover to a certain extent after cutting the flesh several times before, but now there is no reaction at all.

The environment that was originally full of vitality has gradually become turbid. I am afraid that it will not be long before rot fills everything here, and the stench will also envelope the dungeon.

"This is the aura of corruption that has transformed from life to death. We must find a way to deal with the situation here as soon as possible, otherwise a plague may spread and contaminate the entire dungeon and even the outside world."

Lance noticed this situation and turned to Alhazred, "Scholar, please take them to the first floor to determine the condition of the blood altar. I will stay to deal with these dead flesh and blood."

As he spoke, Lance began to search the space left by Alves, and indeed he could find the inheritance he left in it.

These spell casters like to write diaries, notes, research records, etc., because huge amounts of information require careful exploration. This is why there are few strong spell casters who leave extraordinary organizations. This is not information that individuals can handle.

But now these things are cheaper for Lance. Ignoring the other parts, Lance has found the method of refining spiritual crystals mentioned by the mage.

The demigod brought thinking far beyond that of human beings. He could roughly understand something just by reading it once. The most important thing was the power of rituals and equipment.

General refining requires the caster to face the risk of contamination caused by crystallized impurities, so naturally no one is willing to do it.

Alves has a legendary piece of equipment called [Purification Crystal] in his hand, which he uses as the core of the ritual. Its power can be more easily refined without the need for the caster himself.

This couldn't help but remind Lance of something. He remembered that when he returned from Totnes by boat, he inexplicably exploded the equipment from the void.

Among them is a contract with strange demons, and an indestructible soul crystal.

The soul crystal is undoubtedly the best core of the ritual. Unexpectedly, everything has already been arranged.

But Lance didn't do this, so for Alves, the core of everything is the equipment, but for Lance, this is not something that needs to be paid attention to, but he needs the ritual more.

Alhazred had to at least go back and make an altar as a ritual carrier, but the place where Lance arranged the ritual was on his arm, and weird textures and symbols of flesh and blood began to appear on his arm.

It actually uses its own flesh and blood and bones as the basis of the ritual, with him as the core!

If the ancestor was still alive, he would definitely say that Lance was crazier than him, and you are the evil god of flesh and blood, right?

From the mage's inventory, he took out a high-purity spiritual crystal the size of a grain of rice, like a crystal. This was a seed specially refined by the mage and was the most important material for the ceremony.

That is to say, he dared to use the rituals left by other spell casters casually, and he had already activated them as soon as he raised his hand.

I am also a god of flesh and blood, although only a demi-god.

The strange power began to spread, and the vitality that was originally in the air began to gather in his hands. At the same time, the flesh and blood that had lost its tightness turned into dust and fell as if it had touched something.

All the power was plundered and slowly attached to the crystal seed, starting to grow in size.

It's just that the enlarged crystals are no longer pure, but have a little pink color.

As for the shapes, they are basically generated irregularly, and Lance has no energy to focus on shaping them.

Lance walked deep into the dungeon. Wherever he went, all the flesh and blood that had lost vital signs turned into fly ash, and the power contained in it was also condensed in his hands.

It was almost a pound, so I broke off a little bit from it and used it as seed crystal to continue refining the next one. However, the purity of that thing began to become increasingly outrageous, and the blood color became darker and darker, from light pink, to flesh color, to pink, blood red...

Anyway, the one in Lance's hand is now black and purple. Sure enough, Lance changed the ritual and something went wrong.

Of course, it was also because Lance didn't care about the purity issue at all, but he felt that the signs of flesh and blood corruption were becoming more and more obvious.

The so-called giant monster is nothing but a thing twisted by the ancestor. It is a piece of rotten meat without consciousness.

Who cares about purity? He even took the initiative to let go of the purity part because he needed a more exaggerated conversion efficiency.

Now he has only one task, that is to "eat" it as quickly as possible before it rots!

It is now clear why Lance used his arm as the ritual carrier. How can ordinary materials be made by a demigod? How can they withstand such an exaggerated transformation intensity? At the same time, how can they use the power of flesh and blood to seize power?

After several harvests, the third floor was actually in ruins. Those tentacles like the tower collapsed, and the large intestines as thick as a century-old tree were also cut off... Now all of these have disappeared, leaving only a thick layer of dust.

When Lance walked from the third floor to the second floor, the smell of corruption became even stronger, and it was even difficult to breathe. He could only act quickly to turn the flesh and blood into dust and purple-black crystals.

The situation on the first floor was better, but not much better. Although there was no flesh and blood here, there used to be blood flowing here.

But now the blood no longer flows, like a river waiting to dry up.

The springs that used to ooze blood stopped, revealing an inexplicable depression.

Lance then saw the bags of blood crystals piled up like a hill. Some of them had been shipped out, because two guards were left here to deal with them.

The boats at the dock outside were originally used to carry these, but Lance killed Alvis and directly gained a small world, so it was not so important.

He took all the things in his hands, revealing that Alhazred and the others seemed to be troubled by the stopped blood altar.

"Don't worry about it, get out quickly! This corrupt breath will cause the body to fester!"

Lance's demigod body naturally didn't care about these resistances. They were not born like this, and legends could not escape the essence of human beings.

The situation was urgent, so everyone stopped talking nonsense and withdrew as the lord said.

As for Lance, he needed to complete the final finishing work.

He pulled up the blood altar and threw it back into the exhibition room, then held the holy grail in one hand and plunged the other hand directly into the dried blood pool.

Refined in an instant!