our family is gone

There may be guys who are qualified to compete with Lance in terms of flesh and blood, but they are definitely not this one.

The pollution of flesh and blood that is extremely troublesome to others is a joke to Lance, and he even throws it out provocatively.

"My power is greater than yours!"

After saying that, Lance easily got rid of the power that wanted to twist his body, and in just two seconds when he stopped, the cultists actually wanted to get past him.

In this regard, Lance could only temporarily give up on the missionaries and swing his sword at the cult soldiers. There was no way that one of them would get past him and enter the outpost tonight.

The missionary was also surprised that his spell had no effect, but he would not let Lance continue to slaughter him, and immediately swung his tail towards Lance like a meteor hammer.

Vicious whipping!

Lance couldn't suffer twice in the same place. There was no need to talk about martial ethics with the cultists. He took out the pistol with his other hand and pulled the trigger without even aiming.

In the face of extraordinary power, the power of the musket was a bit insufficient, and the effect of this shot was only to slightly interrupt the missionary's movements.

This was enough for Lance. The wolf's fang burst out faster in his hand, and he slashed it with his backhand.

His target was not the missionary itself, but the tail.

I won't go head-to-head with your bone spurs at all, but use my knife to cut off the connection between flesh and blood.

Half of the flesh and blood broke off directly with the bolas-like end. Lance didn't even pause for a moment. He rushed over with all his strength, hoping to take the opportunity to capture this guy.

But if the missionary was that simple, he wouldn't have stood up. The jaw seemed to be torn apart suddenly, and a weird tongue shot out from it at a terrifying speed.

Or to be more precise, a "sword" made of flesh and blood.

This hand frightened Lance so much that he suddenly stopped walking, leaned back and slashed his tongue with the knife, thus escaping the attack.

When he reacted, Lance couldn't help but gasp. If he had been closer just now, he wouldn't be able to avoid it even if he reacted.

Why is he so panicked?

Looking up, he saw that the helmet's visor had just been stained with a few drops of liquid from his tongue, and had been corroded into a lot of pits, which suddenly opened up his field of vision.

If you are injected with corrosive venom, even if you can heal yourself, you will have to waste a lot of spiritual energy to eliminate it.

The tail and tongue were cut off by Lance. The preacher also felt the crisis, and then raised his hands to summon the power of God. The broken tail popped out and swallowed a cultist next to him.

Sacrifice!

However, an even more terrifying scene appeared. The red robe could not block the abnormal movement of flesh and blood. The next second, the missionary's body suddenly lifted up, and at the same time he opened the cover of the clothes, and then he saw what was underneath.

The sight of a monster made of twisted flesh and blood is enough to drive ordinary people crazy.

But for Lance, there was no reaction at all, and it was like that after seeing too much.

But he didn't rush forward rashly. He couldn't leave this range, especially because he was cautious about unfamiliar enemies.

But it was impossible for him to watch the missionary transform into the second stage.

So he stopped playing with you slowly and took out a big and thick thing.

A copper barrel was held around his waist. This thing was a hand cannon customized by Lance because he felt that the power of the gun could no longer keep up with the current battle rhythm.

Although the caliber is larger than that of a six-pounder, the amount of powder charge can be reduced because it does not need to hit a thousand yards. This means that the wall thickness does not need to be too much and the overall weight is reduced.

Otherwise, how could Lance afford it?

Standing firm, he lit the gun and pointed it at the transforming missionary. The specially shortened lead was instantly triggered.

Shelling!

"Oh!"

A loud noise covered up most of the movement. At least Lance couldn't hear anything more, and only the roar echoed in his mind.

Lance, holding the barrel of the gun, felt the powerful recoil force pulling him back. If he hadn't been prepared, he might not have been able to stand up straight.

"Hey! Ahem~" Lance yelled and retracted the barrel, raised his hand to cut through the smoke in front of him, and the flesh and blood reconstruction smoothed the sound of the ears and the torn muscles.

This move is cool, but who can withstand it?

When the smoke dissipated, Lance saw that the missionary's chest, which was made of twisted flesh and blood, had a wound that could pass through his hand.

Lance threw two thunderbolts in that direction with his backhand.

Explosions from gunpowder weapons do little damage to cultists, but are extremely insulting and can trigger some of their possible tactics while briefly stunning other cultists.

Mainly for control.

It's just that the missionary is really at his wits' end, so if the sacrifice is so effective, it won't cause serious injury.

Extraordinary power comes with a price. This thing was interrupted by Lance's cannon, so it would naturally have to bear the backlash of the ritual.

Seeing the missionary's flesh and blood gradually losing control, Lansti killed him with his knife.

A mass of uncontrollably proliferating flesh reminded Lance of something. The purple eyeballs with cracks everywhere seemed to be observing Lance with self-awareness.

Of course Lance noticed this, grinned and slashed with his knife.

Look at your mother!

"No! Don't take away my ascension!"

The missionary's last consciousness turned into a wail, but the sacrifice was activated and the void devoured made no sense at all. It directly crushed the cultist's last hope and at the same time helped him to be completely freed.

They are considered to be powerful cultists after all, but Lance is still waiting to see if he has any explosive equipment.

It's a pity that the missionary didn't give Lance any surprises. Although he also mastered the power of flesh and blood, the little feedback he received could not upgrade Lance's [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction].

"Poor guy..."

Lance yelled in disgust, turned around and returned to the battlefield.

Cultists are not afraid of death, because it is a precursor to ascension. They will not really die, but will return to God to wait for the final ascension.

But they are afraid of losing the opportunity to ascend, which is more terrifying than death.

They began to retreat when they discovered that the companions killed by Lance would be swallowed by the void.

They can't feel God's gaze, and it seems that even cultists are unwilling to make unnecessary sacrifices.

The will of the cultists is being tested...

Under incomprehensible circumstances, the cultists suddenly gave up their attack and instead fled.

The escape without warning and the disorganized situation immediately turned the scene into chaos.

But after Lance had waited for them for so long, why would he let them escape?

He immediately brandished his knife and started killing, shouting at the same time.

"Wangcai takes action!"

At Lance's call, a huge wolf emerged from the void. As soon as it emerged, it rushed towards the surrounding cultists. The distance between the two seemed to be non-existent. The huge wolf-headed bite tore out the twisted and deformed soul from the cultist's body, tearing it to pieces and devouring it in twos and twos.

Wangcai's murderous figure wanders around the periphery, constantly devouring the souls of those cultists.

And Lance drew his knife and aimed it at their backs, one at a time.

I'm afraid he is the only one who can make the cultists collapse.

From the turbulent frenzy of uncovering the shady story to the running away after the collapse, this process did not even take half an hour.

That is, those cultists, under the organization of missionaries, spent almost a day gathering the cultists underground in the wilderness.

Then...he collapsed without holding on for half an hour.

Lance stopped his killing spree and didn't pay too much attention to the scattered cultists who fled into the wilderness.

There is no way for cultists to escape. After all, there are so many people here, and it is difficult to stop them if they run away.

But escaping into the wilderness does not mean safety, the night is still long...

Lance immediately returned to clear out the remaining corpses of the cultists. Hundreds of cultists died here. If there was a war in the wilderness, two to three hundred fully armed professional soldiers might not be able to defeat them.

But Lance killed him here alone.

It can be said that after today, most of the power of the Ascension Sect in the wilderness has been eradicated.

In fact, Lance thought about letting the cultists in completely and then shutting the door and beating the dogs, but when he discovered the overwhelming shady scene, he knew that there was a powerful spellcaster.

That's why I changed my mind and chose the battlefield at the door, where I could advance, attack, retreat or defend.

At the same time, during the battle, the corpses were sacrificed as much as possible, so as not to give the opponent a chance to use these corpses to cast spells.

In fact, Lance was also afraid that something would go wrong. Even if the missionary did something ruthless outside, at least there would be a high wall to block it.

If it was really put in and something happened inside, the consequences would be the lives of hundreds of people at the outpost.

Lance is angry that his ancestor let the fishmen steal his home, but he is not a fool.

He won't risk other people's lives because of his emotions.

To put it simply, they can die, but they must die with value and not because their emotions are consumed.

Eliminating all emotions and making decisions based solely on interests is the quality a manager should display.

Lance picked up the broken sword on the ground and returned to the outpost with the tattered full-body armor filled with blood and minced meat.

"We held the outpost amid the wave-like attack of the cultists." Lance walked up to those people, raised his broken sword and shouted.

"Hamlet must win!"

After a burst of cheers, Lance had no intention of stopping. He even found a few people and ordered them to go down without even dealing with the blood stains that he hated.

"Tomorrow's demobilization will be cancelled. Now arrange for manpower to stick to the outpost. Logistics will operate according to the normal plan. Half of the medical team will go back to the town after dawn..."

Because what happened to Hamlet left Lance with no room or time to linger, he had to take action.

The wounded soldiers who were supposed to go to the battlefield again tomorrow are now staying at the outpost, and Lance simply further heals their injuries.

The main force was surrounded and suppressed by the army in the wilderness. The missionaries here were beheaded and a large number of cultists were killed. The power of the Ascension Sect in the wilderness was greatly weakened. Lance did not believe that the old thing could create a group of people out of thin air to attack. .

The crisis at the outpost has been resolved, but the operation is not yet complete.

"The fleeing cultists must be exterminated, otherwise they will destroy the plan to reach the front line."

After explaining, Lance left the outpost alone.

Stepping into the wilderness, as soon as [Blood Hunting] was turned on, the surrounding smells entered his nostrils. The strong smell of blood and the stench of cultists were very obvious.

There was a reason Lance let some of the cultists go, because he needed an excuse to leave the outpost.

At the same time, these runaway guys will lead themselves to find more cultists.

"Hunting time has begun..."

Lance murmured, and then walked into the wilderness alone.

On the other side, Margaret and others could only look at Lance's figure submerged in the darkness from the high wall.

"This guy didn't even leave me any samples." Paracelsus complained and turned around.

She had just tested a lot of new things, and originally wanted to study them, but all of those "experimental subjects" were cleared by Lance.

As Lance left, Laura gradually calmed down, but the excitement under the hood of the cloak had not completely subsided, and her face was flushed with a post-completion blush.

I have to say that standing next to him fighting gave me a strange sense of security. It was a feeling that you didn't need to worry about other things and only needed to exert your full strength.

Under this feeling, there is a strong sense of pleasure in throwing arrows wantonly, and the pressure accumulated during this period is shot out.

After enjoying myself, I went back to sleep and turned around to leave.

Margaret was a little confused. She actually came into contact with some extraordinary beings in Hamlet and understood the magic of this world.

But this is the first time I've seen something so outrageous.

The only thing that was certain was that tonight's scene required Margaret to digest it slowly.

The veterans came up to take over the city defense, and the outpost, except for the few flickering firelights, soon fell into silence again...

Hamlet Shores.

Even if the waves continue to wash away, it is difficult to wash away the blood that seeped into it.

Not even the sea breeze could dispel the disgusting stench that permeated the air.

Most of the human limbs on the coast have been restrained, and the corpses of deep divers piled aside are almost like a hill.

Under the weak moonlight, you can see the broken limbs, various strange tissues, twisted bodies, and terrifying fish heads...

Everything here speaks of the horror of what happened here.

Even though Lance already knew about this battle from Greendale, she actually only came over at a later stage, so she only reported a small part of the ending.

Lance didn't know the specific situation of the battle, but he could feel how critical the situation was at that time, because only one third of the place was left. According to Greendale's description, the entire coast was densely covered with monsters climbing up, and there were a lot of them. thousand.

But if we hold on, heroes like Baldwin and others will naturally play a great role, but the real subjects of the confrontation are ordinary people.

They used their lives to block those monsters from the coast and did not let these monsters harm the main body of Hamlet.

It's a shame that the ancestor chose the time so well. If he wasn't here, otherwise none of these fishmen would be able to escape!

Lance seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned his head to look towards the coast, with a slightly ferocious look on his face and let out a low voice.

"I'll kill you if you dare to come. My sword is not bad at all!"

After the words filled with anger fell, even the sound of the waves seemed to be a little weaker, and he seemed to feel the terrifying pressure, which was more suffocating than the deep sea. (End of chapter)