Our family is in decline

"Bang!"

Lance was not accommodating at all. He swung his sword and cut off the whip that tried to wrap around him. He took out his pistol and pulled the trigger towards the big mouth.

Shotgun bombardment!

The enlarged caliber special firearms sprayed countless tiny bullets that fell into the big mouth. The pain instantly made it instinctively converge and close.

But Lance was not satisfied with this. He took the opportunity to step forward and slash. The heavy sword slashed the baron from the side with the power of twisting his body. If it weren't for the thick white shell blocking it, half of his body would have been cut off.

But now it's not much better. An exaggerated wound appeared, and even the bone-like shell left a trace of broken and sunken, and blood oozing out of it.

The baron seemed to realize that Lance was not easy to deal with, and he actually leaned over. This insect tail was not found to be similar to those blood cocoons.

Act II!

However, the baron seemed to be very familiar with the power of fog. At this time, the strange fog enveloped him, and he disappeared in the next second, leaving only the trembling blood-colored cocoons all around.

"I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you..."

Lance was not accustomed to it at all. He took out the bomb, ignited it, and threw a few around. After a while, a series of explosions sounded, and the flying fragments easily activated most of the surrounding cocoons, and a large number of blood descendants were released, of course, among them there was also the figure of the baron.

When the baron came out, he did not rush forward, but hid behind the blood descendants and waved the whip.

Forced performance!

The social status of these blood descendants before mutation was lower than that of the baron. Even if they became blood descendants, the class division was difficult to eliminate. Driven by the whip, they attacked Lance like a siege.

To be honest, only Lance did not react at all in this scene. If it were someone else, he would probably be scared crazy.

But Lance even took the initiative to crash into it. The slightly challenging battle aroused his desire to fight. The big sword in his hand was like the blade of a meat grinder, and even the blood could not splash on him because the Holy Grail was always working.

There seemed to be an invisible force field around Lance. Although the blood descendants around him died with one blow, even if they survived by chance, once the wound appeared, the blood would be drawn out and gathered in the cup.

Finally, Lance felt that the blood tank was full, and the scarlet sword energy that was as long as his arm burst out again, but this time it was not just one, but countless sword energy was stimulated as Lance's body rotated like a dance.

Blade storm!

When those sword energy swept through, none of the blood descendants who besieged him could stand anymore, and they were cut into countless pieces. Only the baron hiding behind escaped.

Under the power of the Holy Grail, the blood of the corpse was squeezed dry. Lance just raised the big sword horizontally, and blood mist enveloped the sword body. The light of the pattern swallowed the blood like breathing, and the blood tank that was originally empty rose up.

But Lance swung the sword energy again without waiting for the baron to react.

It was too fast, and the baron didn't have time to run. He raised his hand and threw a group of deformed bodies to collide with it. This time, the more condensed sword energy slashed it in half, but the power was also consumed. Finally, the sword energy slashed the mouth in the abdomen and cut into the flesh and bones before it was completely consumed.

The baron avoided being cut in half at the cost of sacrificing one arm, but he almost died. He didn't dare to stay and immediately disappeared into the mist again.

Lance used the same trick to throw a bomb to force it out. This time, the baron knew that if he hid again, he would really be gone, so he immediately activated his ability.

Honorary guest!

Only the most precious guests were qualified to see this scene. The baron released all the actors at once.

The cocoons everywhere here broke open, and there were no longer dozens or twenty before, but hundreds of blood descendants appeared, among which there were mosquitoes, blood beggars, servants, ladies and other auxiliary, as well as gentlemen and knights. Who dared to say that they could really withstand it?

Lance didn't waste any words and swung a sword directly at the most densely populated place.

Blood Moon!

Consuming all the accumulated strength, the power brought by the emptying of the blood tank was a crescent-shaped sword energy with a length of more than ten yards that swept through the group, splitting many blood descendants in half wherever it passed, and killing them instantly as soon as they showed their heads.

The splashing blood immediately made the blood descendants themselves chaotic, and a large number of thirsty blood descendants entered a bloodthirsty state and even attacked each other.

Lance did not take the opportunity to dodge and wait for them to decide the winner before intervening, but raised the Holy Grail and plundered their blood like a pump. Those thirsty blood descendants immediately gathered towards Lance frantically, showing the craziest scene.

The most fearful thing in a group fight is to stand still. You must learn to lead the enemy and consume the enemy by pulling.

He rushed up and waved the big sword in his hand. After several ins and outs, the actors fell completely, and Lance did not even get stained with a drop of blood.

"It's fun to mow the grass when you gather monsters."

Lance was so happy with the killing that the smile on his face seemed a bit crazy and he said some inexplicable words.

He suddenly raised his sword and pointed it at the somewhat flustered Baron, "Your game is over. This sword is called..."

Curtain call!

Lance's speed increased sharply. When he stopped again, the Baron had been split in half by the head, splitting to both sides, with only the tail sticking together.

He didn't drain the Baron's body, but instead launched a sacrifice, and this time he actually got equipment. It was the whip that the Baron still missed after he became a blood descendant.

Lance even thought that it was better to give it to the spirit, a long whip of flesh and blood that couldn't be used at all, and threw it into the display room without bothering to care about it.

I also paid attention to picking up rubbish from the broken corpses of the blood descendants, not to mention digging out some jewelry. Those who could be sacrificed were sacrificed, and those who couldn't were thrown together.

After the search was over and they saw the pile of debris like a hill, a fire lit the dried-up corpse.

Fire purifies everything.

At this time, Lance took a look at the surrounding environment, made sure that nothing was missing, and walked towards the buildings on the side.

After all, it is still a mansion serving the nobility. The structural design and construction of the building are very careful. Even though it is so dilapidated, you can still get a glimpse of the luxury back then.

Many of the precious works of art from those years were just trash in the eyes of the blood descendants and were thrown away everywhere. Only some of them were placed on shelves or hung on the wall, and could only be found in complete rooms that had not sunk. Lance used his skills to identify treasures among them. My ability as an archaeologist picked up a lot of things.

It's a pity that there are more that have sunk into the swamp. Thinking about it this way, the preservation conditions may be better. After all, the underground is sealed to cut off oxygen, so I don't know if there is still a chance to dig it out.

Of course, this is the Baron's territory, and he who loves torture can see corpses and remains everywhere, as well as the torture instruments.

Among them, Lance actually found a box of wine with a unique mark. The weird smell on it reminded him of something.

Is it the blood brew made by our ancestors back then?

No, Lance quickly discovered that there was a mixed and impure aura, more like the baron had caught other vampires to draw their blood.

Nobles are nobility, they are all blood descendants and there is no special offer...

Until Lance, who was searching, broke into a secret room that was obviously specially reinforced. The vague runes and ritual patterns gave it an obvious extraordinary atmosphere. According to the architectural structure, if it hadn't been for such a large-scale collapse, I'm afraid this won't be exposed either.

Lance didn't want to talk nonsense. He immediately found a way to open the seal. When he entered, it was not filled with gold and silver jewelry like a common secret room. Instead, it looked more like a prison...

There was nothing more in the empty room, only a torture instrument bound and tightly locked by iron chains - a tall iron maiden.

The Iron Maiden is a special torture instrument, specially designed to torture and torture people. It is more than two meters tall and is made entirely of black iron. It looks like a coffin or a chrysalis.

There are doors on the left and right sides, covered with spikes, and the head is a serious female face wearing a triangular headscarf, which has a somewhat religious meaning.

Put the person in and close it. The spikes inside are not long and will only penetrate into the flesh slightly. However, the person inside must stand for a long time. The slightest movement will make the spikes go deeper and even tear the flesh.

This is probably a terrifying torture device that can only be stopped by death. Not many people can persist in it, and now this?

Lance looked at the dried and black blood flowing out of the gap under the iron maiden. She must have died long ago.

To be honest, when encountering these strange and obviously sealed things, especially those in the extraordinary world, anyone with any brains would know better not to touch them.

But Lance always didn't care, and directly cut off the chain with his sword.

After a crashing sound, all the chains wrapped around it receded and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Lance walked around the thing, and then used his long sword to pry it open. After opening it, he could see the vicious needles inside the torture instrument, and it was covered with dark brown dirt.

After fully opening both sides, a weird mummy fell out, and Lance stretched out his feet to turn her over.

With his long white hair and pale complexion, you can basically tell that he is a blood descendant.

The clothes all over his body had been torn by nails and had been almost completely rotted away by the long years. The only thing left hanging on his body was a black scab that was soaked in blood and dried out.

The exposed skin is covered with all kinds of exaggerated scars, there is no good flesh, and the face is scratched to expose the bones. Compared with this, the wounds are considered minor injuries. It seems that she is struggling inside the iron maiden. passed, but still couldn't break free.

"What kind of hatred...could this thing be used to bleed the vampires, right?"

The more he struggled, the more flesh he tore through and the more blood he shed. After the blood was drained, it became difficult for the vampire to resist.

But there was no doubt that the mummy in front of him was still alive. Lance felt the slight breath, but it was like a candle in the wind.

Now just chop it up and sacrifice it, but Lance is a very death-seeking person. He is curious why she suffers this kind of torture?

He actually took out the blood brew he had just found, opened it, poured it directly into the mummy's mouth, and poured it in hard.

Blood brew is the blood of those blood descendants, which contains the scarlet curse. If ordinary people drink it, they are likely to be infected, and then fall into crazy bloodthirsty.

But for blood descendants, it contains powerful vitality, and the curse has no effect on them anyway, but it is a great tonic.

The liquid in the bottle fell into the body and was absorbed much faster than Lance expected. It was the feeling that every cell was longing for, not drinking, but absorbing.

Lance was just curious to try it, but after drinking several bottles in a row, the thing didn't wake up yet. The injury was too serious and the loss was too much.

Of course, it is also possible that this guy is much stronger than those ordinary blood descendants, so he needs more resources.

After drinking a few more bottles, it began to show its vitality. The dried flesh and blood like bacon began to react. The exhausted organs began to function vaguely again, and the heartbeat sounded again.

But at this time, the blood wine that Lance had collected had already been used up, but he was unwilling to stop. He had been trapped by so much investment in the early stage, so he could only bite the bullet and take out the holy grail to pour out the condensed blood essence. This was the powerful vitality that he had purified for a long time and truly condensed.

Just a few drops showed better results. The muscles filled up quickly like blowing air, and even began to bulge with full curves to show sexual characteristics, and the heart beat more and more strongly.

The skin color was still pale, but the festering flesh was healing. The face did not have the mosquito face like those blood descendants, but still retained the human appearance, and looked like a woman in her twenties or thirties.

Lance killed all the way here, and the blood descendants he saw were all strange in shape. Even if they could retain a little human shape, many of them were still distorted in details such as the face.

It can be said that the first time I saw this one, I felt the difference. There is definitely something wrong with her.

Her figure was not petite, and could even be called strong. Her exposed muscles showed that she had certain combat capabilities, but compared to Boudica's B-level, she was at least D-level, and particularly full.

Her facial features were not delicate, let alone charming, but she looked tenacious and unyielding. When she was pouring wine just now, she saw two particularly prominent canine teeth, which was considered...

Then the woman suddenly woke up, opened her eyes abruptly, and her blood-red eyes met Lance's.

At this moment, Lance saw endless anger and hatred in her eyes, and of course, that hunger to eat him.

Eat in the physical sense...

Hunger and thirst were unbearable, and her first reaction was to reach out to grab Lance, opening her mouth like a zombie to reveal two obvious canine teeth and wanting to bite him.

But Lance was faster than her, blocking her hand with one hand and punching her in the face with the other hand.

Lance didn't hold back at all. After all, the blood descendants looked like they could take a beating. The nose was crooked and blood was all over his face.

He hit the man who was about to sit up back, and then he smiled and spoke.

"I saved you, wake up."

The woman's head was buzzing, but these punches really woke her up. The crazy consciousness began to fade, and her scarlet eyes also revealed a hint of doubt.

"What is this place?"

"What happened?"

"Why am I here?"

Then she looked at Lance and asked him.

"Who am I?"