Our family is in decline

Martin listened to Lance's words and looked at the nameless tombstone and fell into silence.

As a member of the upper echelons, although he was excluded by other factions, he still knew that the saint was a kind of inheritance. He had nothing to do with men, women, old or young. He was an apostle of the Holy Light walking in the world.

The inheritance ceremony of the saint was also very complicated. The church selected the sons and daughters of the saints who were close to the Holy Light to follow the saints. As for when to pass it on, it was entirely up to the saints themselves.

After the inheritance was over, the previous one would usually turn into ashes, and finally the ashes would be buried in the shrine and buried in the temple. It had been passed down for countless generations. Anyway, the saints were almost the history of the church...

So what he was looking for was not the saints themselves, but the inheritance. The connection between the Holy Light and reality was related to the survival of the church.

But what does a pile of ashes mean now? The saints were gone, and the inheritance was gone!

The ups and downs of his mood made him a little unbearable. He found it, and then he didn't find it. What should he do?

"Your strength seems to be declining. It seems that this saint is very important to you." Lance suddenly said, not in a tone of inquiry, but directly stating the facts.

Martin's declining strength could not escape his feeling. No wonder a group of people couldn't even handle a church.

"We need to send the saint's ashes back." Martin did not answer directly, but his already hunched body looked even older, and he had already said the answer.

"Okay, I respect your power, but don't disturb other places."

Lance seemed to understand something. The current civil war in the empire is not only the contradiction between the emperor and the nobles that has reached an irreconcilable level, but also a manifestation of the decline of the church's control.

Since the saint was reversely sealed by the ancestor, the church should have begun to decline after losing the saint, but they have a strong foundation, so now it has happened.

The failure of the holy war that Reynard participated in at that time is likely related to Hamlet's change, so those people, together with Hamlet and the church, calculated together?

Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why those cults or ambitious people who realized the decline of the church earlier than him began to collectively emerge. In comparison, he was just one of the declining lords on the edge of the northern border, so the church did not care.

That is, what he encountered at the beginning was a half-crippled church, and when the church reacted and turned its attention to this side, Hamlet had already developed. At this point, it was already very difficult to withdraw an elite force.

The church could not control the empire, nor could it control Totnes. Now Hamlet could not control it either. This is the reality.

If they want to turn the tables, they can only find the saints, and then the recovery of the power of the holy light will allow the church to return to its peak and kill all around.

But the saints were sacrificed by Lance and turned into divinity. After completely losing the saints, the strength of the church began to decline further, which was reflected in Martin.

This is the disadvantage of using religion as a bond. This reminds Lance of the fact that after the eagles lost the spirit of nature, even some secret arts were difficult to perform, and they could only rely on props.

Lance suddenly realized something. Could the saint be the "natural spirit" of the church?

What is the so-called "holy light"?

"Hamlet's disaster back then was related to many people, but Hamlet and the church were the victims, so who benefited from it?"

Lance didn't mean to waste time on them, and left after saying a word.

Martin came back to his senses, and he understood what Lance meant. Hamlet and the church were not enemies.

Soon the remaining people from the church came to the cemetery, and after listening to Martin's story, they all fell into silence.

What is this? It made their actions look like a joke.

"This must be the conspiracy of the lord!"

A knight roared, he didn't believe these words at all.

"He could have not told us this, anyway, we didn't know, but he still said it, and there was no condition, just because these people were heroes."

Martin knew that it was difficult for everyone to accept this news, but he still explained it for Lance, and even the candle priest who had been silent all the time added a sentence.

"You are not here, so you don't understand why this cemetery is called the Hero Cemetery and who is qualified to be buried here."

"It's useless to worry about these things now. Hurry up and send the ashes back. The church should be able to find a way to prove whether it is the remains of a saint, and perhaps find some clues."

The facts are in front of us, and the clues of the saints are more important. In the world where extraordinary power appears, nothing is impossible.

But Lance is not afraid of their investigation. The reason is very simple. The saints were sacrificed. If they really investigate, it is hard to say what will happen.

Lance has already summoned the guards, and there are also some seed players who need to be trained, such as Joan of Arc and other newcomers who have shown potential. Talent training cannot be interrupted.

"This time the target is the necromancer, a kind of evil existence that blasphemes life. Most of them have broken free from the shackles of death, but unlike skeletons, they will bleed, and cutting weapons are useful.

Most of these guys use necromancy to attack your souls and summon skeletons, but as long as you have a firm will, you can resist fear.

The weakness is probably that they don't have a very strong body, and you can interrupt their spellcasting with long-range attacks.

However, the skeletons they summon will not bleed, and some skeletons have high armor, so we need to deal with them in a targeted manner.

Finally and most importantly, don't get entangled with those skeletons. If you kill the necromancer, they will lose the power to maintain themselves.

Also, the caster must die! "

Lance unfolded the map of the ruins. He had sent people to explore it a long time ago, and later Wangcai took action. The reconnaissance was basically completed, and the locations of those necromancers were marked.

They are basically in the depths of the ruins, and they are also distributed in those buildings, which means that there must be a large number of skeletons protecting the surrounding areas.

And they are not skeletons transformed from ordinary people. They even dug up the ancestral graves of Hamlet nobles.

The thirty new guards need more combat digestion power, and a few people were called, including the clown Sarmienti, Alhazred and Bigby.

Sarmienti's power can help everyone relieve stress, and his piano sound can also make people excited. Giving him a task is to use money to turn people Stay.

As a mystic scholar, Alhazred might be helpful in fighting against the necromancer.

As for Bigby, he was simply pulled here to level up and let him fight skeletons to adapt to the power.

If possible, Lance would also like to bring Martin and others, but they are not his own people.

Lance asked them to prepare, and at the same time called a few carriages to pull people to the front line, while he came to the town first to prepare to awaken the Legion. This is a powerful fighting force, and hates evil. Lance is sure that they will join if they know the content of the action.

However, he learned an interesting news. A foreigner named Bakulus has been coming from the Eternal City of Romulus to contact the Legion.

"Did he say why he was looking for it?"

"It seems that he wants to take the Legion back, but I don't know the specific situation."

"Call the person to me."

Soon a man wearing the same ancient empire style armor as the Legion appeared. He was strong and had a broad-bladed one-handed sword on his waist.

"Speak, tell me everything. "

Lance took a look and was too lazy to talk nonsense. He controlled him directly and soon figured out the reason why they appeared here.

Romulus is now a small country. For their king, the return of the legion can enhance their strength and help maintain their rule.

It is estimated that there is really a taste of seeking the heritage of the ancient empire. After all, there are many legends about the legion related to it.

Because of the means of information circulation, when the news of the legion's appearance was passed back, when they looked for it again, everyone was gone, and they did not have the strength to really look for it, so they could only drag it on. Now they finally caught it in Hamlet.

Lance also found something very interesting, that is, the ancient empire was really broken and they didn't even know the origin of the legion. This action was completely self-indulgent.

Boring, waste of time...

"I know, go back. "

Lance waved his hand to drive the man away. If they hadn't come with an envoy and made it known to everyone, Lance would have sacrificed him directly.

Bakurus didn't even react to being controlled until he walked out. In his impression, it was just a simple question and answer, but he couldn't remember the man's face.

Decline, the so-called Fang of the Empire, any of the Empire's champions here is better than him, the sorrow of a small country is vividly displayed at this moment.

Lance didn't forget what he came here for. He found the place where the legion was sleeping and woke them up. He briefly explained that he had to clear the necromancers of the ruins, and of course, there was also the situation of Romulus looking for them.

"No matter who fights the evil, we will help. As for the others, we have devoted our lives to the empire. "

The words of the centurion Lanius of the legion meant that he had cut off ties with Romulus, and Lance could sense the resentment, and there must be some shameful love and hatred in it.

However, Lance was not too interested in this, but told them about the situation of the ruins and the location of the enemy.

The team gathered on the open space outside the town, with 80 guards, 10 legionaries, and heroes with outstanding talents such as Joan of Arc, the number of people swelled to 100.

Lance did not divide his troops, but directly pressed all of them up.

Such a team could not be concealed at all, and Lance did not intend to conceal it, so he entered the ruins.

Many adventurers have been picking up garbage and catching mice in the ruins. They should have heard about the scorpion mercenaries who escaped back in the early morning and told about the horror of the ruins.

"The lord must have heard that the church team had an accident and knew what monsters were hidden in the ruins, so he took action. "

"Your reaction is too quick. In the past, a monster came outside our village. The village chief went to the town to ask for some mercenaries, but they came more than ten days later."

"Could it be that they really found some treasure? The church..."

No one cared about their reaction, and Lance obviously didn't explain anything.

The snow had stopped for a few days, and the calf-deep snow melted under the warm sun. Some people stepped out on the first half of the road, but they had to be careful after going deeper.

Some skeletons encountered along the way were easily dealt with, passing through the once bustling urban area and heading straight for the goal - the cemetery!

After the ancestor resurrected the powerful undead wizard and his apprentice who had just been killed by him, they wandered in the ruins, and they reawakened the former residents of Hamlet who had been stripped of their flesh and blood by the ancestor.

Finally, they stopped at the place where the death breath of Hamlet was the strongest, which was located in the northwest suburbs, equivalent to the history of Hamlet, and buried countless people in the large tomb.

And there, they desecrated the tombs of soldiers and nobles who had served there, and brought them back to reality as their undead army.

Before getting close, just looking from a distance, you can see countless skeletons wandering in it, and the density is several times that outside.

What's more terrifying is that there are no buildings here to separate them. There are only countless crooked or collapsed crosses, or dug up graves.

Under such a strong smell of death, the skeletons here are not afraid of the sun at all, and their power is even stronger and more active.

Now you know why Lance called so many people over.

"The guards come to assist, Isaac, you guys come to aim the artillery..."

Lance commanded the team, and then took out a few artillery from the wizard tower. Maybe it didn't have the powerful isolation ability of the showroom, but the large space is good, and of course it consumes a lot of spirituality.

Isaac's talent is not in direct combat. He has shown a very strong logical thinking talent and is even more sensitive to mathematics. The ballistic calculations that are difficult for ordinary people to understand seem very simple to him, not to mention that he has awakened the extraordinary and is a natural spellcaster.

But Lance still wants him to see it and get in touch with the battle. After all, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth.

More than a dozen artillery pieces and boxes of shells appeared out of thin air, but they did not cause much reaction. The battlefield is to race against time, and those people have already started.

The guards came over without Lance's command, picked up the props and began to arrange the position.

They knew how to use the artillery. The teams had already divided themselves. Under the command of the gunner, they pushed the artillery to the designated position, picked up the props to load, aimed, and prepared to bombard the cemetery.

Those heroes protected the artillery positions, solved the scattered skeletons around, and bought time for the artillery.

Lance didn't plan to fight hard. The corpses that Hamlet had accumulated over hundreds of years had not yet been resurrected. You can imagine how many there were. A hundred people thrown into the cemetery wouldn't even make a splash.

But times have changed.

"Report! Loading is complete and you can fire."

Lance looked at the skeletons coming towards him from a distance of a hundred yards, and he already had the answer in his mind.

"Fire!"