our family is gone

All this was so fast, and the speed at which the priest missed his hand was completely beyond the monk's understanding, so much so that he hadn't even come up with any spells yet.

You must know that the cooperation between them is life and death. No matter how strong the enemy is, they will not be defeated.

I didn’t see that hundreds of murlocs and more than a dozen elite murlocs could not be captured immediately. Instead, they were dragged and killed, and many of them were injured. In the end, it was only through the special extraordinary equipment that they could penetrate the protection. .

Fortunately, the priest's protection came in time at the last moment, giving him room to operate.

But when the mendicant monk got up from the ground in a panic, he actually saw the man smiling.

Yes, in the dim surrounding night, with the flickering firelight, he saw a slight arc in the corner of the man's mouth.

It seems to be mocking him for not overestimating his abilities...

But before he could react, the man started to move.

Lance is not a stupid villain. He gave the opponent time to use his ultimate move, only paused briefly before charging forward again.

The armor protected not Lance, but his enemies. Every time he exerted force, he was afraid of tearing the armor apart.

But now, after getting rid of the armor, Lance can finally unleash his surging power.

As soon as he stepped on it, the ground exploded and sunk into a pit, and his body covered the final distance in a very short time.

To ordinary people, it looked like he was teleporting and appeared in front of the mendicant monk, raised his hand and punched him out.

Such a simple movement actually tore the air and made a loud noise, and the already tattered sleeves even exploded.

The strong pressure had already hit his face before the fist came, and there was fear in the mendicant monk's eyes.

What kind of power is this? I'm afraid one punch could tear his aging body apart.

But the mendicant monk was not someone who stood around and let people beat him. He immediately raised his hand and cast a magical spell to interrupt Lance's movements.

He was very confident in his own power, so he somewhat didn't believe that Lance just ignored the divine power.

But unfortunately, this move also failed to stop the fist from falling, and it landed directly on him.

This time, it didn't fly away, because Lance grabbed the staff in the next second, swung it directly and smashed him to the ground unceremoniously.

The monk's aging body hit the ground, but he was unwilling to let go.

Don't let go? That is to keep smashing!

Is it miserable for a mendicant monk?

But the Burning Candle Priest, who actually took most of the damage, was even worse!

He just adjusted and wanted to come up, but the sudden terrifying force almost broke his bones.

Immediately after the continuous impact, the monk was still able to grab the staff, which was entirely because he was suffering.

Although the damage was borne by others, the feeling of losing control of his body still made it difficult for the mendicant monk to react.

Finally, it fell to the ground, and the two-meter-high staff also fell into Lance's hand, which made him stop for a moment.

"What a good thing~" Lance felt the surging power on the staff and the sunshine-like spiritual luster. No wonder the monk is still so strong despite his age.

But why are you holding my stuff?

Taking this opportunity, the two people who had been beaten were able to take a breather, but the mendicant monk's condition dropped off a cliff after losing his staff.

Fortunately, the protection of the guardian ritual allowed him to maintain consciousness. When he stood up, he immediately grabbed the sacred book hanging on his waist and used healing magic to bring the priest back up.

The book seems to contain strong power, and it can be seen that this thing is also a good piece of extraordinary equipment.

At the same time, he did not forget to use his divine magic to bless the candle-burning priest who suffered damage.

Pastor Burning Zhu has suffered too many injuries, but even this did not make him lose consciousness. On the contrary, he recovered quickly after receiving treatment.

With the protection of the Holy Flame, I will never fall!

At the same time, he continued to inspire the knight's oath and deepen his protection of the monks.

The originally thin ritual between the two was once again filled with spiritual fluctuations, and the power of protection seemed to be stronger.

The operation of these two finally made Lance's attention break away from the staff and look at the two people who recovered in just a few seconds.

But Lance has always been indifferent.

The staff disappeared in a flip of his hand, and he punched it in the next second.

This time the beggar monk reacted, but instead of trying to attack Lance like before, he slammed the book shut and clasped his hands together.

Sanctuary!

The devout faith instantly bloomed and shrouded in light, turning into a halo to protect him. Lance punched it but it didn't break.

But looking at the drastic changes and even the sudden dimming of the aperture, you know that you absolutely cannot withstand the second shot.

And that was enough. Priest Ranzhu rushed back with a shield. His huge body covered in heavy armor was like a roaring tank. If it was hit by a wall made of bricks and stones, it would probably not be able to withstand it.

But his movements were too slow for Lance, and he easily dodged his charge and shield attack by just turning around.

And this also allowed the church duo to regroup. The priest stood in front with a shield. His scarred face had an unprecedented solemnity, as if what he saw in front of him was not a bare-handed person at all, but a man wearing a coat. Leather monster.

The monk rummaged through the book and chanted various difficult-to-understand prayers, and powerful power was infused into the priest.

Realizing that divine magic could not hurt Lance, he directly strengthened the priest and tried to defeat the freak through hand-to-hand combat.

Lance observed and found that the church had many methods, too many recovery methods, and they were as difficult to deal with as his mother's conjoined twins.

It's no wonder that Count Bastia was able to kill those mountain barbarians with the help of the church. Once he was delayed, he would be dead.

But he is not one of those barbarians. For Lance, these methods are nothing more than that.

The threat of the monk who was deprived of his staff was greatly reduced. As for the candle-burning priest?

Moved! Lance's figure came to the priest in an instant, raised his hand and punched him, but black flames ignited on his fist, as if a meteor hit the shield head-on.

Meteor Fist!

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound of heavy metal collision, which was the sound made by Lance urging the [Meteor Star] to collide with the armor covering his arm and the big shield.

With just one punch, the Burning Candle Priest, who was piled up with a lot of magic, felt his shield-holding arm go numb, as if he had been hit by a siege ram.

But a battering ram wouldn't be so scary.

Because the fists fell one after another, as if the man's power was endless and never tired.

His steps faltered after the second punch, and half of his body seemed to lose consciousness. Strong nausea and dizziness filled his brain, and only his tenacious will left him to hold on to the shield.

When the third punch landed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The candles on the shield were all dimmed, and even his consciousness was temporarily lost. His body, like an iron tower, fell straight to the ground.

Lance knocked down the Burning Candle Priest with three punches. If it weren't for the magical enhancement, he might not have been able to withstand the three punches.

Ordinary people couldn't keep up with the speed of Lance's fist, so naturally they couldn't see the strangeness of the arm.

By the time he stopped, the armor on his arm had already turned into black flames and dissipated, and some traces of corrosion disappeared in an instant, not conspicuous in the night. Lance looked at Ran Zhu who was lying on the ground. If he didn't intend to use him to try his moves, he probably wouldn't be able to touch him.

And the monk didn't just watch. He refreshed his teammates' status from behind, and the priest Ranzhu really woke up and wanted to struggle to get up.

Lance raised his fist and punched his face, making his mouth and nose crooked, as if he had opened a colorful silk shop, with red, black and purple all blooming out.

Before he even got up, he lay back down again, and this time he really lost consciousness.

He leaned over and wanted to take the weapon in his hand. Unexpectedly, he was still holding on to it without realizing it. However, how could he resist Lance's brutal power? He just opened it and took the warhammer and shield into his hand. .

Picking up two pieces of equipment, they can withstand such force without being damaged. They are both very strong extraordinary equipment. The people in the church are so damn rich.

But the strange thing is that the aura lingering on the war hammer dissipated, and the candle on the shield also went out.

Obviously these two pieces of equipment are bound, but it does not affect Lance's use as a cold weapon. With the blessing of brute force, it is a very terrifying weapon.

Lance raised his shield and walked towards the mendicant monk with his warhammer in hand, looking somewhat arrogant.

Priest Ranzhu fainted, his shield was taken away, and the guardianship ceremony was naturally broken. Now that there is no blood pack, how many punches can the old mendicant monk withstand?

"You have no faith, but fortunately the Holy Light gave me power!" The beggar monk was unwilling to fail and shouted, raising his hand and pointing at Lance, "I want to banish you, demons!"

The holy power turned into lightning and shot towards Lance, but the big shield blocked the attack and the monk's last fantasy.

And Lance was not waiting to be beaten. He quickly rushed forward, swung the war hammer, and struck on the aperture. The shield constructed by the sanctuary broke instantly, just like the grand stained glass of the church shattered, and even made people hear the crisp sound. sound.

The powerful force even knocked the monk to the ground. After losing his protection, his fragility was evident, and he could not even stand firmly.

Lance didn't say anything, he just walked forward slowly and looked down at the monk who looked a little lost.

Didn't they show great strength in battles, which shocked the people and gained prestige?

Then Lance beat the two conjoined twins violently in front of these believers, using them as stepping stones to show his strength.

"Hey, can we reconcile?" The monk raised his head and faced the shadow cast at Lance.

"What do you think?" Lance sneered, "I'm afraid you're not joking~"

"Then why don't you do it!" The mendicant monk said with a ferocious face. It was obvious that his begging for mercy just now was just a taunt because he couldn't stand Lance's joking expression.

"Light above, I'm ready!"

Lance looked at him like this and thought that killing him was just a matter of one blow, but he became a saint immediately.

Want to be a saint? How could such a good thing happen!

"Hamlet will never let a bad person go, nor will he wrongly accuse a good person." Lance grinned slightly ferociously, "It is not me who will judge you, but the Hamlet people who were hurt by you."

Lance put away the weapon in his hand, then grabbed the old man with his big hand and raised it high, while shouting loudly.

"Send my order to escort all the prisoners to the square for a public trial!"

I don't know when a lot of people had gathered around, and it was vaguely visible that these thugs were blocked. They all responded when they heard this.

"The lord has an order..."

Orders were issued like a wave, and the sound seemed to echo throughout Hamlet.

Lance ordered the soldiers and police officers to intervene, control all the thugs, and drive them towards the square.

"Everyone put down their weapons!"

"Get over here, hurry up!"

"..."

Those people didn't dare to have the slightest sense of resistance after witnessing the scene just now. Some of those who refused to leave were simply scared to death and were trembling and unable to walk.

But someone immediately picked him up and dragged him over.

Neither of them could lift the fallen priest, Burning Candle, until Balin reached out and dragged him over.

No one can escape...

"public trial!"

"The lord is back! Qingtian is here!"

"..."

The news of Lance's return spread like a virus, and soon countless ordinary people gathered and saw a person standing on the platform set up in the square.

Although the clothes are tattered, he is the lord.

Directly below the stage squatted the huddled mob, surrounded by a circle of soldiers to stop them.

It's funny to say that during the day, the mendicant monk was still on the stage, deceiving believers and inciting riots.

But now one is lying down and the other is tied, becoming the background to set off the lord.

Lance looked at the people gathered and spoke immediately.

"I know everyone is curious about what we have been doing these past few days. We blocked the crazy attacks of the cultists at the outpost, and then counterattacked and drove them out of the wilderness.

We are victorious! "

Lance did not start by questioning Hamlet's situation. Instead, he took the initiative to explain why he disappeared.

Because they were protecting Hamlet against the cultists, and under his leadership, they won victory and achieved rich results.

"Hamlet must win!"

The cheers rang out as the soldiers echoed, and the people were all very excited. The eyes they looked at the lord were full of fanaticism. Even the squatting thugs couldn't help but puff up their chests when they heard this.

Lance knows that people are in desperate need of some good news to clear away the gloom that has enveloped their hearts, and nothing can be more appropriate than a victory.

Not to mention that Lance needs to restore the people's faith in Hamlet, because it is too fragile.

Moreover, Lance also needs to use victory to decorate himself and weaken the record achieved by the church duo.

But just when everyone was so excited, Lance did not continue to describe the hardships of the battle and the results achieved.

On the contrary, it directly tears away the ugliness behind the victory.

"But why did I come back with victory, only to encounter a riot, setting the house on fire to burn innocent people to death! Aiming the gun at me!"

Lance told what he had just seen and questioned in front of everyone, and this sound also plunged the lively scene into deathly silence.

"Can anyone tell me what happened? Why is Hamlet like this?"