our family is gone

Chapter 104 Blood Oath

"Cult..." The captain muttered this, with anger appearing on his face.

Lance looked at him and nodded slightly. He needed a reason, a reason for the captain to cheer up.

After all, a decadent captain is useless to him, he needs a warrior full of fighting spirit, and it is obvious that a cult is a good target.

"It's very simple. The cult knew that the knights sent by the church were going to inspect this place, so it summoned a large number of hooligans, bandits and robbers to invade Hamlet, and you are one of them. As for the reason..."

Lance stopped talking, and abruptly changed the subject.

"I have also seen your performance during this time. I believe that you were bewitched by a cult, not that you wanted to loot the town subjectively, so leave Hamlet after recovering from your injuries. Things here are far more serious than you imagined. It's complicated, you don't need to get involved as an outsider."

"Tell me!" The captain raised his head to meet Lance's gaze, which was hot and firm.

Lance watched his reaction. If the captain chose to run, he would not be able to get out of this door. Now it seems that he made the right choice.

Lance looked up at the other people. They also realized what the lord said next, and understood why they called him back.

For a while, the atmosphere on the field became serious, even the most eccentric Disma looked dignified.

The captain noticed this and understood that the cult thing is not so simple.

But he is not afraid, he has nothing to lose.

"If you want to know why the cult did this, then listen to the story of us and this land~"

As Lance spoke slowly, the captain was soon immersed in it.

It's just that Lance didn't mention the thousand-year history this time, but directly said that he accepted the divine revelation and went to inherit the territory, and then told about the cult and the ancient god of flesh and blood, and of course what he saw that the cult brought to people Stand up after suffering.

Lies need more lies to cover up, and now that his strength has improved so that he no longer needs to use stories to impress others, so after fooling a few cores, Lance explained that only a few of them knew about those things and asked them to keep them secret.

In Disma's opinion, the captain is obviously not qualified to know the secrets of the lord's family.

Later, Lance will gradually simplify the story, directly blaming everything on the gods, and the target is directly determined to be cults and evil gods.

It's very simple, Lao Tzu is the chosen one, the evil god will destroy the world when he comes to the world, can you just follow me and finish the job?
And those who are qualified to hear this story have no reason to refuse, because they themselves have been involved in these things in the dark.

Just like him~
"So understand? There is only one way for you to wash away your sins, and that is to kill the cult, re-seal the evil god, and seek your own salvation!"

"I, Patton, swear to kill the evil gods!" The captain gritted his teeth, wishing he could kill those evil gods right now.

He doesn't seek to save the world, he just wants to smash the cult just for the sake of those dead brothers and the sins he caused.

"You have to remember what you said today. If you violate it, you will be our enemy, and I don't need to say more about what will happen to you if you become an enemy~"

Lance looked over lightly, and the invisible pressure enveloped him.

"My lord, you don't need to say any more!" The captain grabbed the teacup on the side and smashed it on the ground, then picked up a fragment and scratched his face fiercely.

The sharp edge of the shards directly scratched the cheek, and the uncontrollable blood flowed out, staining half of the face red.

"I, Barton, swear allegiance to the lord."

The blood oath is a very ancient ritual that has even been eliminated, but it is undeniable that it has a stronger impact than normal oaths.

Not to mention Lance, even Leonard and the others at the side felt the captain's determination and couldn't help being awed, and they were regarded as witnesses.

"Only a coward needs to prove himself by self-mutilation. A real man will never prove himself by the blood of his enemies."

Lance raised his hand to activate [Flesh Reconstruction], and the wound on his face healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several other people were not surprised by this scene, but the captain was stunned. After touching the wound, it was actually healed. At the same time, the remaining wound on his body felt numb, and it healed when he reacted.

He finally knew why he was seriously injured before dying.

"This... divine technique..."

"My lord is not those magic sticks of the church." Leonard felt the humiliation of these words to the lord, and corrected him with a frown.

Disma also echoed, "Your Excellency is the savior, isn't it normal to know some secret arts?"

The captain also felt that the atmosphere of the team was a bit strange, but before he could understand, a handkerchief appeared out of nowhere in Lance's hand and handed it over to signal:
"Okay, wipe it off, since you join us, you can be on your own, and you don't need too much politeness."

The captain was a little surprised by this out-of-the-box thing, he finally understood what it means to be inspired by the gods, and the lord is worthy of being the one chosen by the gods.

"Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Lance walked back to his seat and sat down on his own, and then immediately asked a very important question.

"What was the situation of the war you experienced at the beginning?"

Speaking of this, Barton looked at Lance in surprise, as if wondering why the lord knew about it.

As for Disma, they all showed curiosity when they thought of such a thing. After all, it was very unusual for the third child to kill him without saying anything.

But Barton didn't have so many taboos, and spoke about the situation at the time.

"The order given to the ordinary soldiers above was to expel the refugees, but only the commander and a few people in the team knew that the target this time was not the refugees, but the cultists.

According to the news, the church discovered a new belief among those refugees. They believed in an evil god called the Son of Harvest. It was rumored that as long as they believed in this god, they would bring a good harvest and endless food.

This kind of argument spread rapidly among the refugee groups who suffered catastrophe due to drought and production reduction, and soon many refugees joined them, and gradually developed into a considerable force.

This mob captured many towns and villages along the way, and the higher-ups sensed the threat of the cult, so they sent troops and knights and crusaders recruited by the Church to suppress the mob.

We thought this cult was just an excuse for a refugee riot, until we tracked down those guys. "

Speaking of this, Barton couldn't help being silent, as if he was struggling with what language to use to describe the situation at that time, but it was more likely that he didn't want to touch the scene deep in his memory at all.

"What is it?" Seeing him stop, Disma couldn't wait to ask.

(End of this chapter)