Our family is in decline

The flesh and blood gathered in the dungeon are actually the vitality that the ancestor has collected with great effort. It was originally used to shape the body of the new god. Unfortunately, life is not so perfect.

After killing the ancestor, the flesh and blood lost their vitality, just like a corpse whose heart stopped beating. The vigorous vitality lost its real carrier and began to turn to another extreme - corruption.

If those things were allowed to rot and ferment in the dungeon, I am afraid that by then, let alone the plague, it would not be surprising even if there was some "scarlet corruption".

It is even possible that the out-of-control vitality in a place full of extraordinary power like a dungeon gave birth to another invisible flesh and blood or a monster like the Pigman God.

Or the gathered energy may attract the attention of some existence in the void, because extraordinary power cannot be understood in the way of normal people.

The ancestor is dead, so he must not be left with any problems.

That's why Lance had to temporarily use his arm as a ritual carrier, combined with his own flesh and blood to condense the vitality of those dungeons into crystals, and extract the remaining vitality in the dungeons...

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Lance finally stepped out of the ancient gate, and at this time, the strange red light in the crack of the door behind him had long been lost, and the escaping breath had also been lost, becoming dim as if swallowed by darkness.

Lance didn't care, because in front of him were Reynard and others waiting outside, and he nodded to indicate.

"The mission is successfully completed, and the evil cult false god hidden in Hamlet has been eliminated by us..."

Originally, Lance had a lot of things to say in his heart, but the rolling emotions made him feel unreal, as if everything didn't matter after the ancestor died, and he immediately changed his words and shouted to everyone with a smile.

"Let's go home!"

Alhazred and Lance studied the altar as a key, and then used the power of the altar to close the door.

The team walked out of the ancient porch soaked in salt frost. Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back, wondering when he would come in again.

But the next second, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Whoever wants to come to this damn place can come, anyway, I don't want to come again...

Walking outside, the sparse sunlight penetrated the doors and windows of the old house and shone in, telling everyone that it was dawn.

The extreme darkness faded, and the sun once again covered Hamlet, and of course there was hope.

I don't know if it was the bleakness of the coming winter or the different emotions, but when I looked at the old house again, I found that it was much more dilapidated, which made Lance's lofty ambition fade.

"You guys evacuate the dock below first, I'll be back soon."

What Lance said was naturally the altar of the limper that was not moved when the old house was raided for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

As for now... without the pressure brought by the ancestor, there is nothing in this world that he dare not do. He is not afraid of a mere limper even if he fights alone.

He pushed the door open and tore open the black cloth covering the window. He walked to the sealed window and pushed it lightly. The wooden board broke like a rotten wood, and the warm light illuminated the whole room instantly.

The sealing ceremony had been recorded long before, and Lance's cracking was even more abrupt. He took the core of the ceremony and threw it into the exhibition room.

At this time, the altar of the crippled was exposed. The altar, which had been silent for a long time, actually reacted when it was illuminated by the light...

Alhazred, who had walked a distance below, seemed to have noticed something and looked back suddenly.

This action also stopped Reynard and others. Although they were promoted to legends, inspiration is a natural talent. In other words, some people are extraordinary people, not spellcasters, but spellcasters must be extraordinary people.

Disma and others may be able to detect any disturbances around them through senses such as vision and hearing, but it is difficult to detect spiritual fluctuations at such a long distance.

So they can only ask the scholar.

"What's the matter?"

The scholar was about to say something, but couldn't say it.

It's impossible to say that he felt the fluctuation of the void for a moment, but it disappeared when he turned around, right?

This made them a little strange, and just this little delay, they saw that the lord had walked out of the old house and rushed over, so they didn't bother anymore.

Lance also felt a little funny. The activation of the altar attracted the attention of the limping man wandering in the void, and then he was dragged into the void by the familiar feeling.

But he didn't expect that the limping man would directly exile him back to reality after dragging him into the void, that is, the limping man actually ran away.

So that he went in the last second and came out the next second.

This was something he didn't expect, and he could even say that he didn't react. He was stunned for a while before he understood what happened.

Lance wanted to open the black armor to tear the void and chase him. He offended the lord and wanted to run?

But thinking of the clothes he had just changed, he endured it. Anyway, the altar was in his hand, and he would play with the limping man slowly in the future.

However, it also revealed a fact that he was not very conspicuous in reality, but the void would not lie.

This episode was not important. Soon everyone boarded the ship back home. The ships that were originally planned to carry blood crystals also took other people back home.

It can be said that after the death of the ancestor, the use of this small dock may have been lost. Maybe it can be used as a training base for the navy in the future.

This time, Lance did not contact Greendale in advance. Before, it was because the dungeon was closed and no news could be obtained, so he had to know the general situation as soon as he came out, and then think about the next plan in advance on the ship.

But now it is not necessary, the ancestor has been solved. It is not only the dark side that shrouds Hamlet, but also the sacrificial ceremony, but now it is gone.

When the countdown to the destruction of the world under the man-made disaster is paused, it doesn't matter if Hamlet gets into any bigger trouble.

Because he is back, there is plenty of time and energy to solve it.

Lance stood at the bow and looked at the endless sea. He was very happy in his heart. There was nothing happier than killing the ancestor.

The source of all Hamlet's troubles, the culprit who destroyed his rich brother's life...

There are too many things about the ancestor, and Lance is too lazy to complain to a dead person. Now the more important thing is of course to sort out the gains from killing the ancestor.

The most important thing is that he broke through the legend in this battle and was promoted to a demigod. The power that truly surpasses humans is hidden in his body.

Then he killed Alvis and got the rich legacy of this legendary wizard, the core of which is a secret realm.

This was a complete accident, but of course there is nothing wrong with it. With the legacy, there is more to come.

In addition, the flesh and blood accumulated by the ancestors were used to feed fifty champions, and some heroes were also upgraded. This is the foundation of Hamlet, and it represents the change of the core power from quantitative change to qualitative change.

It is hard to say about the lame man of the covenant. Lance is unlikely to summon him to reality again, so this thing is left.

The gift of sacrificing the ancestors, in addition to the divinity, is two pieces of flesh and blood, namely [Broken Umbilical Cord] and [Incomplete Placenta].

Lance took it in his hand and saw that they were all dark red, and the shape was the shrinking of flesh and blood, which was very different from the plump [Heart of Flesh and Blood].

And after studying these two things, Lance also roughly understood what they were used for, which could improve his understanding and control of flesh and blood and help him truly touch the realm of God, that is, creating life.

In simple terms, it means being able to mold people, similar to the replicas of the ancestors, or the divine bodies that the ancestors nurtured for themselves.

Of course, this is just a metaphor. In fact, it should be similar to gene modulation technology. For example, he can use this technology to create a baby from the father and mother, which is true genetic engineering.

It can only be said that people's thoughts are basically determined at the age of 20. The ancestors used this ability to conduct human experiments at the first time and made such a heaven-defying thing as pig-man.

And Lance's first reaction was not to use it on people, but on animals.

Those special livestock that have appeared after various scientists, huge costs, and long and complex selection and breeding, such as dairy cows, white-feathered chickens, large white pigs...all kinds of livestock, he can directly cultivate them according to needs, and even stronger.

Running into modern animal husbandry is not a dream!

In addition, although Greendale's ability in plants is not as heaven-defying as his, it is only a matter of time to cultivate higher-yield varieties. Modern agriculture seems to be waving to him.

By then, the production of grain, meat, eggs and milk will be increased, and the price will be reduced, which will feed more people, make more people full, liberate people from the fields, and bring more people into the city.

Urbanization will further promote industrial development, and he will be able to get rid of the damn medieval life without paper for shits earlier.

Although this is only an ideal state, Lance knows that the focus of modern animal husbandry is the use of feed, various antibiotics and hormones.

Agricultural production improvement still depends on water conservancy, fertilizers and pesticides, and large-scale mechanization is required.

But people cannot lose their ideals, just like life cannot lose optimism.

Lance couldn't help but have all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face. It was really interesting.

The pier was not far from the city. He took a boat back to the naval port quickly, and then took a carriage back to the city from there.

Lance walked on Hamlet, with Baldwin and some officials who received the news. As for Greendale, she was busy in the hospital with those doctors.

Since it was daybreak and the lord was back, it meant they had won. Lance didn't say it, and no one else could ask.

Lance focused more on Hamlet. The place that had sunk under the extreme darkness and blood moon quickly regained vitality after waiting for the sun.

Everything around him gradually began to recover, and everyone opened the door, as if to let the sun dispel all the darkness.

The annoying noise on the street became extremely friendly, and almost everyone's face was smiling with excitement fading.

"Today is designated as Hamlet's festival. Every year, there will be a three-day holiday and celebrations starting from this day."

Lance made a decision quickly, people need this.

"What is this festival called?" Baldwin said the same thing, but there was another question, festivals all have connotations.

"Light Festival? Sun Festival? Dawn Festival? No..." Lance's first reaction was the concept of seeing light again in the darkness, but he shook his head and rejected it.

Because these things involving the concept of light seem to be occupied by the church, and the right to speak is in their hands. Lance can't be stupid enough to get involved himself.

"Remembering our unyielding strength in the face of darkness and celebrating our great victory is called the Festival of Celebration, and this day is called Victory Day."

Lance suddenly became excited and waved his arms.

"Call everyone to the square, I want to share this victory with them!"

Then soon everyone gathered towards the square, tens of thousands of people almost filled up the already widened square, and here they saw the lord they had dreamed of.

And Lance stood on the high platform and ignited the enthusiasm of the entire square with one sentence.

"Hamlet, your lord is back!"

This voice seemed to have directly crossed the distance between the two sides and echoed directly in the mind.

Suddenly, the sound of mountains and tsunamis began to spread from the square to the entire city. They kept singing the name of the lord, and their fanatical appearance was like seeing the believers of God.

"Okay, okay, listen to me quietly." Lance raised his hand, and the inexplicable power suppressed their enthusiasm, and continued to talk after they calmed down a little.

Lance rarely spoke at length before, and all were simple and clear explanations, but at this time he was also a little emotional and couldn't suppress it. He began to talk about the harm that the cult had done to Hamlet and their long-term confrontation with the cult.

In fact, this is also a scapegoating-the responsibility is all on the cult!

After the ancestor was eliminated, the cult suffered again and helped him take the blame for the last time.

"And now, with our efforts, the cultists entrenched in Hamlet have finally been eliminated." Lance roared, his voice rising, "We won!"

There was another round of cheers, but with the catharsis of the previous outbreak, it quickly calmed down.

"From today, Hamlet will usher in a brand new tomorrow..."

Lance took the opportunity to talk about the Victory Day and the Celebration Festival, and was immediately accepted by everyone, praising the lord's kindness and power.

What is a festival?

Is it a holiday?

Wrong, it's culture! It's a sense of identity!

Hamlet did have a glorious history before, but it has declined. Now this is just a deck. In fact, it has nothing to do with Hamlet. It was all developed by Lance.

Now it is Lance, not the lord, who brings them together. Their sense of identity is completely pinned on Lance. To exaggerate, if the lord is replaced, they will be disbanded on the spot.

Lance is not doing anything else now, but using the background of this major event to let the public form a common memory and enhance their sense of belonging.

They have suffered together, shed tears together, and finally welcomed hope, a perfect theme.

This is his purpose, to truly bring together those people with chaotic origins.

As he said, after today they have only one identity, that is, Hamlet.

And Hamlet will start to face a brand new and hopeful future from today.