our family is gone

Chapter 218 Lamenting the Banshee

The traces left by such a large-scale movement of monsters are too obvious, and even because the monsters mobilized and pushed them flat, there were no enemies along the way, so don't worry about it so much, just follow the traces all the way up.

In the team, Lance walked directly at the front. Unlike before, everyone in the team is a strong fighter who has experienced many battles and has the ability to protect himself and fight, so there is no need to be distracted by protection, just keep moving forward, In this regard, the speed of the team's progress has been greatly improved.

Lance didn't know what the witches had been doing after occupying the wilderness for so many years, but the current situation was not optimistic.

Mushrooms also appeared on the path that the fungal parasites walked on. Although they had just appeared a little bit, they didn't need to think that they would spread soon.

Simply put, the place has been corrupted and rendered useless except to burn it.

It's hard to imagine that if it dragged on for a while, those monsters would break through the farm and enter the fields to pollute the fields and crops.

so vicious...

This discovery urged Lance to move forward even more. If she continued like this, the wilderness would be completely ruined.

You must know that everything within the scope of his territory is his, and every plant and tree here is his property, and every loss is like cutting his flesh.

I didn't encounter any strange enemies along the way. Looking at the past, there are only more and more dense mushrooms. These things grow on the ground, tree heads, and trunks...

This is not the normal kind of parasitism, because the place where the mushroom and the parasite are connected looks more like a forced fusion, like a weld welded by chicken feces, producing weird and irregular pustules.

But the advantage is that in the wilderness, you can see the route of those monsters at a glance, and just follow the place where the mushrooms grow and you're done.

And as we went deeper, we could see fewer and fewer normal plants, but the mushrooms were getting bigger and bigger. The front was still slapped, and now it was the size of a human head.

The parasitized vegetation just turned yellow and twisted in the front, but it simply withered here, leaving only the branches like ghost claws that lost their green leaves, but the mushrooms grew vigorously and appeared to be full of vitality.

The contrast between the two is extremely uncoordinated, making the already weird environment of the wilderness even more depressing, and inexplicably creating pressure on people who walk in it.

But it is because the trees are dry that the light can penetrate the bare canopy, and the appearance of the light and the sky leaves a window for everyone to breathe.

But at this time, Lance, who was walking in the front, stopped and looked at the surrounding environment.

"The situation is wrong, the traces are converging here, and there is no obvious difference."

The surroundings are all the same, there are no weeds and shrubs, and everything on the ground and around is only dead trees and big mushrooms.

Not a small area, but a large area.

"Be careful, everyone, spread out to see if there are any clues."

Several people began to spread out over the land to search for possible clues.

"Crack!" Disma felt that he had stepped on something and suddenly stopped, looked down at the ground covered with mushrooms, and picked it away with the dagger in his hand curiously, and couldn't help shouting in the next second.

"Look at it!"

As he spoke, Disma kept cutting the creep on the ground with his dagger, revealing what was underneath.

Everyone rushed over, and they could see that the ground was covered with bones. There were human beings and animals among them. Their flesh and blood were swallowed up by germs and turned into nutrients. Even so, there were still some mushrooms stubbornly growing on them. .

Lance took out the huge sword and stabbed it, and lifted the large piece of mushroom growing on the ground, exposing the buried bones.

After poking around with Lance, he found that most of these bones belonged to small creatures, such as children, or mice and rabbits.

"These should be the bones of people and animals that are not suitable for parasitism and eliminated, or who are not qualified to be carriers of germs. They have become the nourishment for monsters to breed germs."

The few people who heard this couldn't help looking at this place. It was hard to imagine how many bones were buried underground, but what was certain was that it was definitely a very terrifying number.

"Oh~ what did those guys do..."

"Life in the wilderness is buried here."

"Corrupting forces devour nature."

Lance didn't mean to sigh, but he also had a clear understanding of the surrounding situation with the scene in front of him.

"Those guys set up corruption points in the wilderness, and then attracted all the infected parasites here, and then began to use the flesh and blood of those losers to cultivate those fungal parasites to complete the transformation, creating that terrifying army."

Speaking of this, Lance couldn't help but feel a little fortunate that the parasites are basically based on large organisms. Otherwise, these small animals would form a rat wave and directly attack and pollute the fields and food. When he finds out, it may be a plague that broke out from within.

After exploring the surroundings, I was more sure of my previous idea, because here I can see not only mushrooms with yellow caps, but also red mushrooms that can attract parasites.

After going on for a while, I could see only mushrooms and no clues of witches at all.

"Hey, look, what is this?"

Soon everyone discovered some strange rituals that remained. Without the relevant knowledge of mysticism, they couldn't understand what they were doing, but the blood and distortion on them far exceeded the previous corruption rituals.

No matter what it is, as long as the enemy's arrangement is definitely beneficial to the enemy, it is naturally harmful to oneself and must be destroyed.

There were no monsters left to guard the surrounding area. Lance swung a few swords casually and destroyed the field. At this moment, a breeze blew inexplicably on the wilderness. I don't know if it was the sword wind or...

At this moment, Lance suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky, and the night was coming.

"Take a break."

He himself was naturally able to persevere, but Leonard and the others had already participated in fierce battles, and with the rapid march for so long, the physical exhaustion could be eliminated, but the mental pressure still made them not in a good state.

Lance doesn't know what special abilities witches have in reality, but from a few creations in the wilderness, she can be sure that she must know all kinds of sorcery. These mind-robbing sorceries are easy to take advantage of when the spirit is tired. It puts a lot of pressure on everyone.

All of them are experienced adventurers, and they quickly cleared out a camp nearby. The appearance of the campfire dispelled the darkness, and the aroma of food from the boiling soup in the pot also greatly soothed everyone's hearts. Stress is relieved.

At this time, Lance finally had time to listen to them detail what happened to Hamlet after he left.

Leonard saw through the disguised invasion of the cultists, and then Diss immediately went to test and confirm, and went back to directly deploy troops.

Originally, hundreds of people were against a dozen people, and I must have the advantage. I was even a bit too bullying, with the mentality of training soldiers to let recruits see their blood.

It wasn't until one of the cultists turned into a monster, and in the ensuing battle, everyone suffered varying degrees of casualties. Among them, Leonard collapsed from exhaustion after being seriously injured in the battle, and finally blew up the monster to death after paying a terrible price.

"By the way, there is this." Disma took out the things.

A crystal, a piece of minced meat that has lost its vitality.

Lance opened his spiritual horizon to observe, and found that the crystals contained rich spirituality. As for this piece of minced meat, it was already smelly, and the spirituality residing on it might have faded long ago.

Throw the minced meat together with the box into the campfire, and then pick up the spar and look at it for a while before reaching a conclusion.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a [spiritual crystallization]."

Combined with what they described just now, what Lance felt, and then added a sentence.

"I'm afraid what you encounter is not an ordinary Ascensionist, but an out-of-control Evil Fallen."

According to Lance's understanding, the only ones that remain active even after being blown up are the fallen who have been corrupted by spirituality, because that thing is a materialized spiritual polymer with no clear weakness.

It's just that those Ascension Cultists who planted the "seed" he fought against, and after they died, they didn't show any symptoms of evil fall. What is the reason for this loss of control?

Will there be another conspiracy?
Lance fell into deep thought, but after thinking back and forth, he still couldn't find the reason.

Because extraordinary people are very taboo about this, if possible, those fanatical believers would rather die than fall into evil, after all, death for them is just returning to the Lord's side.

"Let's rest, I'll watch the night." Lance raised his hand to caress Wangcai lying beside him.

Instead of expressing his worries to increase the pressure on everyone, he chose to let them rest and recover as soon as possible.

Everyone has no objection to this decision. To be honest, exhaustion has been tormenting their nerves.

Since there might be a response to action at any time, I didn't put up a tent at all, and just lay down around the campfire.

Soon they all fell into a peaceful sleep, only Lance continued to study by the firelight.

The wilderness in the middle of the night is very terrifying, and the oppressive atmosphere is enough to drive ordinary people into madness. In this environment, there is only one thing that can comfort them, and that is the campfire.

The flame rises up and retreats the miasma formed by the night's precipitation, bringing light and warmth at the same time, dispelling darkness and fear,
Under the action of the germs, even the sound of insects disappeared, it was a deathly silence, only the crackling sound of the campfire from time to time, everything was so peaceful...

It's just that suddenly Lance, who was immersed in research, seemed to notice something, frowned and looked outside, and slowly even slowed down his breathing.

Until he was sure of something, he put his hands together and put the book away, and said slowly: "It seems that something doesn't want us to have a good rest."

His reaction made Wangcai who was lying on the side aware of something, he suddenly opened his cold wolf eyes, raised his head and looked around with a wolf-like attitude.

Not only Wangcai, but his reaction also alarmed the others, who woke up from their sleep and looked around vigilantly.

"What happened, my lord?"

"Didn't you hear it?" Lance frowned, describing the voice in his ears to them.

The three of them were silent for a moment, listening carefully, but still shook their heads after a while.

"No."

"Is it the sound of the wind blowing through the tree hole?"

A few people are a little confused about the current situation. It's not that they haven't woken up, but they don't understand what the lord has discovered?There were no night raids around.

Their reaction made Lance slightly silent, but he didn't think he was crazy. If he hadn't confirmed the situation, he wouldn't have woken up a few people. You must know that your perception is far beyond ordinary people under the influence of equipment and talents.

"That's not the wind~" Lance withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the crowd, "Have you rested yet?"

A few people didn't speak, but they could tell their attitudes from the way they checked their equipment.

A few hours of rest since nightfall has greatly relieved their fatigue, and their mental state seems to have recovered a lot.

When encountering problems, they generally avoid them, especially when such weird things occur in places like the wilderness.

But Lance is not, he is still worrying about not finding the clues to follow.

After waking up everyone, they simply cleaned up, and directly lit the torches to lead the team out of the range covered by the campfire to find the source of the sound.

Sure enough, as they moved forward, the voice gradually became clearer and clearer, and they couldn't help but hear something.

It was a kind of low sobbing, that voice...was empty, sad and angry, as if it contained some strange power, and everyone couldn't help but arouse chills in their ears, as if a cold wind penetrated the body and reached the soul .

"What the hell is that sound?" Disma glanced back and forth, but his sharp eagle-like eyes couldn't see the outside world shrouded in darkness.

"I heard that those who died tragically will turn into ghosts and come back to claim their lives~" Barristan said, raising his weapon to beware of possible ghosts. "The ghost knows how many people died here, and what sorcery those witches cast."

"I'm afraid there are only enemies that can appear in this kind of place." Leonard drew out his long sword, no matter if it was a ghost or something, he would not allow any enemy to threaten Hamlet.

The team moved forward quickly, and it was difficult to tell the direction of progress in this basically similar environment, but under the guidance of that voice, the team's actions were very clear.

He soon discovered something. Although Lance knew that nothing was surprising on this land, even he couldn't help but stop at this moment, because the things that appeared in front of him really shocked him .

A ghost, a ghostly figure exuding faint white fluorescent light is floating over the wilderness.

The long skirt that clearly outlines the upper body, and a delicate gauze hat wraps the hair and hangs down on the head, just like the veil of a wedding dress.

It's just that the lower body has become unreal and seems to disappear into the air.

At this time, the ghost was sobbing with his face covered, and he couldn't see his face at all, but this was the voice that attracted them.

(End of this chapter)