Our family is in decline

The two pieces of equipment exploded by the summoned demon, whether they are the [Bloody Blade] or the [Blood Holy Grail], are very powerful.

The big sword is okay, but the Holy Grail is very terrifying. The power it contains can easily create a spellcaster who can control blood, and can even use it to rebuild the fallen Blood Sect, or restore the glory of the fallen ancient kingdom.

But it was obvious that Lance didn't care about this. What he saw were only two pieces of powerful but dangerous equipment. If the holder's willpower was weak, he might be addicted to the thirst for blood.

Power is also a curse…

Lance didn't waste much time before returning to the original place to join Alhazred and the others.

I didn't think much of it when I fought just now, but now I see that the land with a radius of dozens of yards is full of all kinds of exaggerated marks, which means they have already prepared to find a place far away from the city, otherwise there will definitely be a lot of trouble. trouble.

"How's it going? Have your symptoms eased?"

Lance did not forget the purpose of doing so many things, and first focused on Bigby.

"The whispers in my ears disappeared, but I could feel the power still within me."

"Try to untie that chain." Lance was not in a hurry to make any comments, but helped him take off the chains hanging from his hands and waist.

Sure enough, Bigby's state began to feel strange, he looked very nervous and insecure, and Lance, who was spying on the power in his body, also felt that the hidden power began to stir.

But Lance didn't just blame it on the so-called "dark side". Instead, he saw clearly that the one who had the power was Bigby himself.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of turning into a beast again?"

Bigby nodded silently, but Lance suddenly said something.

"Then change."

Such a casual sentence is like asking what to eat tonight.

“The best way to overcome fear is to face it head-on. The more you suppress that feeling, the more it will become an obsession that can never be eliminated, until one day you can no longer suppress it and explode.

A strong will is not simply to suppress oneself, but to be able to control oneself. How can you control yourself if you don't accept yourself? Instead, accept yourself to control that power. "

Under Lance's persuasion, Bigby seemed to have made up his mind and no longer suppressed the impulse in his heart. He let out a strange wail.

This time there was no restriction from the chain, which caused his aura to transform and show off even more powerfully than before.

But this time, Bigby's consciousness was not lost due to the full moon. On the contrary, he could feel that he was trying to control himself and master this power.

This caused him to appear a little crazy, and his limbs were uncoordinated. He waved his sharp claws in the air, and suddenly charged and hit a big tree with his head to vent his power.

The frozen bark on the thick trunk couldn't help but splash away. The vibration caused the snow on the branches above to fall, and even ice needles fell on the monster, but they had no effect at all.

Instead, he was so furious that he raised his sharp claws to grab at the trunk of the tree. The wood chips flew away, leaving a terrifying scratch. If he tried a few more times, he might be able to chop down the tree.

Lance felt that he didn't want to hurt anyone, so he hit the tree, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, he communicated with Alhazred, who was cleaning up the traces of the spell casting ritual, about the situation just now.

He didn't have much time before, but now Lance is still willing to learn and study the power of mysticism. With his resistance, he is born to do this.

"Bigby's situation has shown that as long as the source of the pollution is solved, the indescribable erosion will be relieved. I will go to the Yellow Sand Temple with you again sometime, and maybe we can solve your problem. "

"Sir, you also said that reality limited the power of the demon. At the same time, the way of fighting caused the demon to lose the most important blood power and was so easily subdued, but the temple was in the void.

Moreover, the ceremony held in the pyramid temple in the yellow sand is more of a test, and the real existence behind it may be more terrifying than we imagined. "

Alhazred is not a fearless person like Lance. He is a relatively stable spell caster who likes to collect more information and be more prepared.

"Then just wait." Lance could feel the pressure of the scholar. What happened back then was the beginning of a disaster for him.

Bigby was able to hold on for just a few minutes, but he soon lost his mind again.

Although Lance wanted to try the sword, he was afraid of actually killing Bigby, so he could only wake him up with fists and kicks.

"Five minutes, there is progress."

The dazed Bigby woke up with pain all over his body. Although his consciousness was suppressed by instinct just now, he did not completely lose his perception. Only then did he feel the terrifying oppression of the lord.

"Just try it a few more times and don't put too much burden on it. Most extraordinary people have inhuman powers. This is normal."

Seeing him like this, Lance comforted him, and then called him to the carriage where Alhazred found him.

Bigby was beaten into a dog, and Alhazred needed to concentrate on meditation and it was obviously impossible to drive, so only Lance braved the cold wind to drive. Where could he find such a lord?

Under the moonlit night, a carriage drove quickly on the old road and soon returned to the city of Hamlet.

The two of them went home separately, and Lance did not run to the others, but was preparing to explore the legacy of the legendary mage Alves, a mage tower in a slit in space.

With the help of the authority of that space, he immersed himself in it. It was a very stable space, but there was not much breath of life, only some dilapidated ruins of buildings, and a wasteland.

But Lance could feel that this space was connected to reality in some form, and the air was flowing, which was why it could accommodate living things.

Among them, the most complete one was a tall seven-story wizard tower. I don’t know what means it was made by, but there was no trace of brick and stone stacking on the whole. It was like a monolithic tower formed in one piece. On the top, another huge gem was emitting a faint light, illuminating the entire space.

You can see that the years have left mottled traces on the tower, and I don’t know when it was first created. It may be hundreds of years ago, or thousands of years.

But Lance didn’t care about these. There was basically no need to explore the outside places, because Alvis must have searched this place countless times as his nest, and he didn’t need to open up the wasteland again.

At the same time, there were countless sacks piled up in it. They were placed here when Lance’s showroom couldn’t fit them. Without his selfless dedication, Lance wanted to transport these things away and prepared several ships, but they were not used in the end.

With the authority he had, he entered the wizard tower directly. There were no exaggerated protective spells or vicious traps, no tower spirits or puppets, only the accumulation of a legendary spellcaster...

The interior of the tower was expanded to a space far beyond reality by a special method, similar to the method used by the Roma. Lance was so greedy at the time.

The lower three floors of the seven-story tower were basically used as warehouses by Alvis, filled with various materials or messes.

But it aroused Lance's desire to pick up garbage. He even felt that there were things left by the original owner in these, but now was not the time to sort them out.

The preciousness of the things coming up from each floor should also be different. The wizard has checked them for him.

The wizard's residence was found on the fourth floor. Looking at the simple layout, there were no alien female slaves imprisoned in wizard novels. Maybe they have better ones in reality. Who knows.

At the same time, Lance found a library on this floor. There were only a few rows of bookshelves in the whole room. There were rituals arranged inside. There was no dust stain, allowing those books to withstand the baptism of time.

Lance simply scanned and found that most of them were various miscellaneous books that were classified and organized. There were a lot of herbal medicine, alchemy and ancient manuscripts, and even poetry, biography and history...

It should be of certain value to be collected here, so that it can be used to fill Hamlet's library to enhance the foundation.

But the truly precious books are not here...

Lance climbed to the fifth floor with some regrets. Here he found a laboratory and some related materials. There were a lot of precious gems outside. There were a lot of them when the cabinets were opened. The various props seemed a bit complicated and many were difficult to understand.

But in the study room on the same floor, Lance quickly found what he wanted, which was also the most valuable - knowledge.

It may still be the layout of the year. There is an exquisitely shaped bookcase on the wall as the background. The complexity of that thing is a bit difficult even for Lance, because it is not a physical lock, but an extraordinary ritual, as if it is in another space. With his level of mysticism, he can only use violence to crack it.

Fortunately, he has the authority here to open it, and the things inside even make Lance feel uncontrollable excitement.

The inheritance left by the original owner, the research and use of space magic, the various ritual materials collected, the precious potion formulas...

All the things that can be placed here are good things. Alvis probably became a legendary spellcaster with these. There are also Alvis' own research materials and important things collected here.

Before the exploration is finished, Lance can only put those things aside for the time being and climb up to the sixth floor.

Here is a very strange state. Countless spaces are divided into independent ones, and in these independent spaces are placed [pollutants].

That is, this floor is full of seals, and the pollutants seem to be solidified in the independent space. A very clever sealing method isolates the pollution.

There are not many pollutants, but Lance will not release them to see if he has nothing to do. He just takes a simple glance and passes by.

The space on the top floor is not large, but it is the most important core of the entire Mage Tower. Most of the rituals are finally attributed to here. There are complex patterns engraved on the floor in the middle, which seems to be the node connecting this space with the outside world.

Lance didn't understand the complicated situations, but he seemed to see that this magic circle ritual operated on its own to absorb the power from the outside world to maintain everything here.

This should be the method of extracting energy that Alvis said at the beginning. Unfortunately, Lance didn't understand it very well, but it should be in the information in the study.

After walking around, Lance first returned to the first floor. He couldn't sleep unless he sorted out these things!

But for the garbage man, Lance enjoyed it. He didn't need to sleep...

But he was not the only one who couldn't sleep tonight. The demon that Lance had forgotten was dead, but the gift it left behind strengthened the Blood Holy Grail.

The Blood Holy Grail was the thing that the Blood Dynasty held a ceremony back then. How did it fall into the hands of an undead who has lived for who knows how many years?

Lance didn't know this, but when the complete Blood Holy Grail came down from the void, it alarmed something.

The guy hiding in a corner of the world woke up from his slumber.

He was not the lich defined by Lance casually, and he didn't even remember who he was.

That obsession had always supported him. In order to escape the blood curse flowing in his body, or death, he transformed himself into a spirit form like a living dead.

But this kind of longevity is more like a new curse, otherwise he would not be so obsessed with those vigorous vitality and long for the flesh full of youthful vitality.

For this reason, he tried to give himself a new life, fill his dry muscles, and let the blood flow in his blood vessels instead of wax...

So he began to deliberately look for extraordinary power related to life, and the Blood Holy Grail fell into his hands.

It's a pity that the incomplete Blood Holy Grail after years of erosion did not satisfy him, or it was just like that, so he could only let the puppet take it out to collect resources with its power.

But he didn't expect it to be lost. Even if he hadn't cut it faster, he would have suffered the backlash at the cost of several puppets. Let alone splitting his soul, I'm afraid he would have died.

But he is still an old man who has lived for who knows how many years. When he got the Holy Grail, he also got some spells and formed a certain connection with it.

Just now, he actually felt the powerful power of the Holy Grail, but the connection was completely cut off in just a moment.

After living as a living dead for so long, he is more afraid of death and is unwilling to take any risks.

But the desire for life is stronger than this fear!

Maybe the power of the Holy Grail can bring me back to life... I will go and see, I won't take action, I will wait until he dies and then take it... Yes, that's it...

The Holy Grail comes from an ancient kingdom that disappeared in the long river of time, but the inheritance of extraordinary power has always been so unreasonable.

Totnes, inner city.

The beautiful woman bathing in the bright red bath immersed most of her body in it, and her face showed a hint of enjoyment.

It seems that she also felt something at the same time, slowly opened her eyes, turned her head to look north, and murmured.

"Hamlet again..."

For some reason, her face suddenly became solemn, and she stood up and walked around. The strange thing was that the liquid in the blood pool flowed up along her skin like a peristalsis, turning into a red dress covering her charming body.

It seemed that no one noticed that the blood color in the bathtub had inexplicably faded a lot... (End of this chapter)