Our family is in decline

"The Eagle Group is gone, and the Earl is gone. You don't have to worry about hiding your identity carefully in the future. This is our territory now."

The two walked down the mountain, and the wailing in the forest seemed to have never appeared.

Laura did not wear the hood, and her cold face relaxed when she heard the lord's words.

At the beginning, she defected from the Eagle Group and joined Hamlet just to escape. It can be said that she could not imagine that the Earl would die today, Bastia would fall, and the Eagle Group would be destroyed.

These things happened one after another in just a month. The knight who suppressed the mountain barbarians, who the Earl was proud of, was even eliminated before the battle.

The Eagle Group, which was notorious in Bastia and even the mountains, and everyone feared, was destroyed so easily.

The leader who was extremely cruel among the Eagle Group and brought her pain, humiliation and fear was as fragile as a chicken in front of the lord.

If I hadn't chosen to escape, I'm afraid I would be the only one who died here today, or even died in the city before I even live to this day.

Hearing the words of the lord, Laura came to her senses. She still remembered those words... The nightmare that haunted her was over.

"Thank you..."

Laura had never said a word of thanks in her life, so it was a bit stiff for her to say it, so it was like a moan and people couldn't hear it clearly.

"What?" Lance, who was walking in front, looked back as if he didn't hear it clearly. Laura, who was not good at expressing herself, no longer concealed her emotions at this time, and expressed her attitude quite enthusiastically.

"Fight for the lord! The lord's will is the direction I am moving forward!"

Lance just smiled when he heard her words.

"I hope you can live for yourself, because those who don't love themselves don't know how to love others."

After saying this, Lance didn't mean to continue teasing her, and took her down the mountain quickly.

After meeting up with others and returning to the camp, the team was ready. Reynard selected thirty people from the entire army, plus a group of heroes.

Will, the iron will that can resist the erosion of supernatural power is the first criterion for selecting personal guards.

And this is also the most important means for humans to fight against the supernatural. Without will, no matter how much or how powerful the power is, it is just a piece of rotten meat.

And the soldiers here have been tested for a long time. They have proved their loyalty to the lord and are not afraid of any mission, even entering hell, let alone a city occupied by a cult.

But there are a few people here who are not right.

"What are you doing?"

Lawrence finally agreed to his daughter's participation in this battle, but he also wanted to go, whether to protect his daughter, or to fulfill his responsibilities, and then do the last thing for Bastia to end the suffering here.

What else can Lance say? Margaret is a headache for her father.

"I have no objection." Lance said, looking at Bruce, with a playful look, "What about you?"

"I can promise you to appease the army, but I have to go into the city and complete my last mission."

Bruce seemed to have understood that everything was over, and his emotions calmed down, but he looked a little desperate.

Dying on the road of battle is the best ending for him.

Interesting~

Lance waved his hand and said, "Bring his equipment to him. Only by living can you avenge your family. You don't want no one to bury them, do you?"

Bruce's expression changed, but he didn't refuse.

Soon, a team that was very small compared to the city appeared at the city gate. The gate had been destroyed at some point, and large areas of burnt marks were mixed with various debris.

Instead, there were various wooden chevaux de frise and antler stakes forming a defense line. If you go a little further, you can see blood forming a dark brown on the ground, and the strong stench lingers for a long time. You can only see various bones, but no rotten flesh and blood.

I don't know how tragic the battle for the gate here was.

"We repelled their attacks many times here, and they ate all the flesh and blood..."

Bruce wore a full set of armor, and the extraordinary aura on it seemed to be a trace of the blessing of the Holy Light. His already burly figure looked even stronger when he put it on.

In his hand was a two-handed sword. From the runes engraved on it, one could feel that it seemed to have a different kind of power. Although it was not as exaggerated as Baldwin's broken sword, it was not something that ordinary people could wield.

It seemed that the count had prepared good things for his son. If he had such a set of equipment at that time, instead of relying on an ordinary long sword that he had robbed, he would not have been almost killed.

From the indelible blood stains on the armor and the sword, it can be seen that there was a real battle.

But when he stood here again, he still explained with a complicated expression. He would never forget that scene.

Those corrupted guys would eat the flesh and blood of their companions in the battle to recover and even become stronger.

Also, when he rushed in, he found that these guys would actually fight and share food with each other. You know, there was a warehouse for storing food in the city, and they didn't lack food at all.

"What's this? The enemies we are dealing with are much more powerful than these."

Disma played with the treasure revolver in his hand, looking nonchalant.

But he was right. They all came from fighting cultists, and they were too familiar with dealing with these guys.

"Go ahead, don't waste any more time."

Lance took a step and broke into the city. The next second, the whole city seemed to be restless...

“waaagh!!!”

"For Hamlet!"

"Fight! Mouth-teeth!"

…………

Large areas of destruction appeared among the densely packed buildings in the city. Countless monsters made of twisted flesh fell to the ground and became mountains of flesh. Corpses were everywhere, blood flowed across the ground, and the rich stench had blurred their senses.

All the soldiers were also covered in blood. Although they were in a bit of a mess, they were not yet fallen. At this time, they couldn't help but look over there.

A strange guy with a thin but bamboo pole-like figure, wearing a human skin cloak on his head to hide his terrifying face.

Although not much flesh and blood changes can be seen, the exposed skin can be seen covered with strange black runes.

And he is now in a very embarrassed state, not at all like a cult leader or a powerful legendary spellcaster.

Holding the staff to support his thin body, he had been hit by countless bullets and arrows, and something even tore exaggerated wounds from his body, but no blood could be seen flowing out.

Only the large number of collapsed houses around them, as well as the large number of corpses and piles of blood and flesh, proved how fierce the battle just now was.

At this time, the cult leader's attention was completely absent from the other people blocking the battlefield around him, and he was staring at the person in front of him.

In front of him was a man who looked ordinary, but on such a battlefield, there was no trace of blood on his body, which made him look weird.

No one knows it better than the leader, because he pours a lot of spells on him, but nothing happens. What's even more terrifying is that the power of flesh and blood that acts on the body is useless.

Although I have lost part of the power of [Great Blessing], I can't defeat you. How come I can't even defeat those miscellaneous soldiers?

Because when he wanted to peel off the flesh and blood of those miscellaneous soldiers, the other party's power to control flesh and blood was stronger than his. Who the hell is the leader of the cult?

Both the will and the body are so strong that there is no weakness at all. Such terror is not human at all!

The cult leader seemed to understand that only one could leave alive today, and finally made a decision. He thrust the staff in front of him, then opened his arms and murmured:

"All things will eventually decay, but I will ascend!"

In an instant, the surrounding spiritual beings became restless, and the strange power spread out instantly. The flesh and blood of the dead corpses around them began to move, and the flesh and blood that had lost its warmth twitched again, and blood-colored mist evaporated, turning itself into black and gray bacon.

Those around them also felt that something wanted to peel off their flesh and blood, but were suppressed in an instant, and at the same time they heard the lord's shout.

"Get out and stay away."

Everyone retreated and saw that the blood mist continued to gather on the cult leader, even forming an exaggerated whirlpool.

The wound healed quickly, the shriveled muscles began to turn red, and the skinny body expanded rapidly like a balloon, and the fabrics on his body all burst into tears.

What's rare is that he didn't lose control. I don't know if it's because the ancestor is gone, or if he can really control that kind of power.

Anyway, when the full form appeared, he finally understood why he had grown so tall. He raised his hand and pulled off the strips of clothing, revealing a monster that maintained a human shape and was more than two meters tall with muscles.

There was an evil aura that almost condensed into wisps of black smoke lingering around him. It was as if he could hear strange wailing, which put strong pressure on everyone. Even people like Disma and Boudica looked serious.

The cult leader completed the second stage. A pair of dark eyes touched Lance, who was standing motionless. Without any nonsense, the huge figure actually showed terrifying flexibility. With one kick, his entire body was blurred. The next step Appeared in front of Lance within seconds.

The leader's strange eyes were fixed on the smiling face, and he punched the face without any pause.

At this time, the people in the outside world could only react at the speed of the cult leader, watching the fists swinging out with uncontrollable horror.

But before they could move, the terrifying force of their fists tore the air apart, and shock waves rippled across the fists, as if the space could not bear it and was shaken out of the cracks.

It seems like the head will be blown open in the next second...

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound and blood and flesh splattered.

The people around him couldn't help but follow suit, but what they saw was not that the lord was hit in the head, but that the cult leader's punch missed, and only half of his head was blown off.

They couldn't even see when the lord dodged the punch and then struck out. If it hadn't been for the sudden black gauntlet that appeared on the lord's hand, they wouldn't have imagined that such damage could be caused by just one punch.

Even the exuberant vitality of the cult leader after he turned into a monster could not withstand the blow to half of his head. He could only maintain his huge figure for less than two seconds before he collapsed.

Lance waved his hand and the black flames dissipated, and complained slightly speechlessly.

"I've been waiting for you for so long, and this is it?"

Only half of the fallen monster's head was still responding. The one eye looked at Lance and said something with a trembling mouth.

"god……"

"Your god can't save you. He... was killed by me." Lance was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly raised his hand to sacrifice. The void swallowed up and eliminated the huge body.

Lance deliberately let him use the second stage, after all, to see if he could explode something good (fly frustrated hand).

As expected, the feedback was not spirituality, but a unique-looking book, which he picked up from the ground in a pretentious manner.

Bones are used as dough, human skin is used as paper, and blood is used for painting. Just by holding it in his hand, he can feel a power trying to bewitch him, and the evil breath is trying to pollute his spirituality.

If you turn over a page at random, you will see that the internal organs and brains have been crushed and splashed on it. There are no rules at all, or those things are constantly changing in the process of squirming.

Nothing was written, but it was filled with something. It contained precious knowledge that countless people longed for, and countless secrets...

If ordinary people get it, they will either be distorted or bewitched. If they are a genius like the ancestor, I am afraid they will learn some earth-shattering knowledge from it.

They will continue to study. If they have the illusion of resurrecting the ancient god, the Ascension Sect that they destroyed may also reappear.

Holding the [Secret Book of Ascension], Lance suddenly seemed to have an enlightenment.

It was not the ancestor who founded the Ascension Sect, but there was a sect that believed in the ancient gods, and then the ancestors used them. No wonder they called the ancestors the new gods.

The ancestor even deceived the cult, letting them work, and acted as a black intermediary to intercept their contributions. In fact, neither party had the same purpose. It was too abstract.

This also explains why the upper echelons of the cult seem to be more independent, without those weird transformations, using different evil spells, and not collapsing because their ancestors were killed.

But it didn't matter at this time. Lance felt that this thing in his hand was a trouble. He originally wanted to see if he could explode a good piece of equipment, but he didn't expect that a pollutant exploded.

And it is more twisted than the ones I have seen before, and it even feels like it is alive.

Could it be that the ancient god threw this thing? Just to trick people into breaking the seal?

Just having such an idea made Lance feel ridiculous. How could it be possible...

But if you give this thing as a gift to yourself, what does the object of sacrifice mean?

Is it that even He can’t handle it? still……

Fear suddenly appeared in his chaotic mind. This emotion even made him feel a little strange...

"Lord Lord!"

The outside shouts woke him up, and when he saw the people surrounding him, Lance immediately closed the thing and threw it into the showroom. Just because he could withstand the contamination, it didn't mean that others could withstand it. He might have gone crazy just by taking a glance at it.

Thank you [Green Water Stands] for the 100 reward