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"Giggle..."

A strange voice came from the shadow of the ruins, and then a white-bone skeleton, which had long since rotted and had only the edges of its clothes left, seemed to feel the breath of the living after wandering for an unknown length of time. The hatred of others automatically gathered towards this side with staggering steps.

Several people at the scene were all wading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the scene that could make everyone exclaim was naturally extraordinary.

Everyone's words were not fear, but surprise as to why this thing appeared here.

"This is blasphemy!" Junia showed strong anger when she saw this scene. She raised her hand and raised the torch to send out a light of judgment and hit the skeleton.

Under the strong holy light, the skeleton seemed to be ignited with flames, but it dissipated in an instant. After all, the bones had nothing to burn.

And the moment the holy flame went out, the skeleton seemed to have lost something, and collapsed into a scattered pile of bones in the eyes of everyone.

But this didn't stop other skeletons from appearing in various forms from all over the ruins and rushing towards the team.

Some are big or small, and they seem to still have some traces of their lives, but at this time, without exception, they have turned into skeleton-like existences.

In just a few seconds, at least a dozen of them gathered around.

We are not ordinary people, and the battle started without any surprise.

"Let's talk after we finish."

Lance didn't mean any nonsense at all. He went up and slashed at the skeletons with his sword. Years of time had made the bones fragile, and the long sword easily cut off the necks.

The head that fell to the ground was crushed by Lance's foot, but the skeleton that couldn't touch its head didn't pay attention and still rushed towards Lance to grab it.

But in the next second, he was kicked and fractured, as fragile as potato chips.

What surprised Lance was that this did not completely put the skeleton to rest, and it was still moving after being chopped into several pieces. Only when it was completely destroyed did it become unresponsive.

But it posed no threat to the people in their team, especially Junia. It was like she was trying to improve her record. Most of the skeletons fell under the holy light. When dealing with this kind of evil, even Lance couldn't help but admit it. The Holy Light does have merit.

It only took a moment for the dozen or so skeletons to rest in peace, but Alhazred's expression looked a little solemn. He did not forget his duties as a consultant and began to explain.

"Necromancy, a power more profound than controlling corpses, is definitely not something that an apprentice can create, let alone maintain for a long time.

But a true necromancer, a spell caster not weaker than me, or even stronger than me. "

Being able to stand up without flesh and tendons is undoubtedly a masterpiece of extraordinary strength.

Then we can understand why scholars are like this. No one wants to be the enemy of a powerful spellcaster, especially a weird necromancer.

Lance was not surprised by the existence of the Necromancer, which is why he didn't react much to the appearance of the skeleton, because this was part of the game's obscure plot that left him little information.

Lance focused more on the skeleton itself, squatting down and picking at the intact bones under the magical spell.

Anyone who often kills people knows that even if the corpse is turned into bones, there are traces of rotten flesh and blood that cannot be erased even by time.

It's just that this bone is as clean as if it had been treated with various pharmaceuticals, so there is only one truth.

Lance has reason to believe that the flesh and blood disappeared before the skeleton died.

"These skeletons are most likely the original inhabitants of Hamlet. The cult's ritual was so successful back then that their flesh and blood were stripped away, but now even their souls are enslaved."

As he spoke, Lance raised his hand to give them a complete rest, but suddenly his movements froze.

Lance seemed to have realized something at this time and couldn't help but frowned. He didn't have this reaction even when he was facing the charge of hundreds of cultists alone.

It’s no wonder he reacted this way, because the skeleton couldn’t [sacrifice].

But in an instant, it became clear that these skeletons were already waste products from the end of the sacrificial ceremony, so how could they be sacrificed again?

It was the ancestor who made good use of their waste, and it was the power of the necromancer that made them stand up again.

These situations immediately made Lance feel that the ruins were more difficult to deal with, even more troublesome than those cultists, because the test just now showed that this thing does not take bullet damage.

But the real point of Lance's reaction was not this, but the fact that he couldn't get any benefit from killing these skeletons.

The street fighting in the ruins of the city is disgusting, but with the huge consumption, you get a pile of bones?

There is no reward for his efforts, which seriously violates his code of conduct.

"retreat."

Lance took a deep breath, then retracted his hand and stood up.

This order made others a little confused. They had just come in. Could it be that just a few bones made our lord want to retreat?

"Boss, why? Aren't we going to investigate?" Boudica doesn't like to think, it's a very troublesome thing.

"Because there is no point in continuing. There must have been at least millions of aborigines at the beginning. Even if some of them escaped, they would still be endless skeletons for us." Lance also told the truth very helplessly, "There's no point in killing more skeletons unless we can find the hidden necromancer."

"The Necromancer can use corpses to create more skeletons at will. Only by killing the Necromancer can they rest in peace. Without the support of their strength, they will fall down on their own." Alhazred added, speaking from a technical perspective Corroborate the Lord's words.

"I know what you are thinking. We need to deal with the previous matters first and wait until the army is free to deal with it. Otherwise, there is no point in relying on just a few of us."

He said with emphasis, "Remember, I am more anxious than you, but we cannot lose our minds. This is the most important strength for us to defeat the evil god."

Lance knew what the silent Junia was thinking. As a church member and a devout person, she naturally hated the "evil" Necromancer.

After being persuaded, Junia just nodded silently.

Lance looked back for the last time, his expression calm, but there were messy thoughts in his heart.

They may be the first people besides the cultists to set foot here again after so many years.

Lance didn't know what happened to Hamlet that year, so that a large city with a population of one million was reduced to ruins overnight.

Lance looked at the charred and collapsed building, the brick walls damaged in strange shapes, and the bones scattered on the ground, piled up in strange postures.

The ruins still seem to retain traces of the past, and walking among them makes you feel like you have arrived at night.

When the ancestor completed the ritual and the door excavated under Hamlet was opened, the power that belonged to the ancient gods and should not be understood by humans escaped out of control.

The disaster came unexpectedly and seemed to take away most of the people's lives in their sleep. Their flesh and blood were stripped off and their souls were devoured.

The city of Hamlet is really too big, and even rituals that use the power of the ancient gods will take time to spread.

No human being could withstand the mighty power of the flesh-and-blood ancient god, so these forces that did not take away their lives immediately turned them into twisted flesh and blood, deformed monsters. Maybe one second they were ordinary parents and lovers, but the next second they showed their thirst for flesh and blood. A crazy plague of flesh and blood swept across the city, and the riots spread further.

The rampaging flesh-and-blood monster may have a residual consciousness embedded in one of its heads still calling out a name that is unforgettable even after death, but the monster may kill more people in the next second.

It might just be a candlestick that was knocked down in the chaos, or it might be a weapon released to stop the monster. Anyway, the fire came and turned each building into a torch and ignited it.

But the funny thing is that the fire does not bring hope, but makes them see despair.

Human beings are so fragile in front of those monsters. Their only role is to turn into a part of the monster's flesh and blood.

Nothing can be undone.

But these flesh and blood monsters are just puppets under the ritual. When the power spreads to this point, their flesh and blood is instantly stripped away and turned into nutrients.

And under the water of millions of flesh and blood, Hamlet gave birth to a "god"...

Lance withdrew his gaze, turned his head and left.

As if it was an accident, the group of them came in a hurry, but left in a hurry, leaving only the ruins as they were.

…………

As day breaks, the emergence of sunlight dispels the morning fog that shrouds Hamlet.

While Lance was controlling the wilderness, Hamlet was as busy as he imagined, even though a lot of work in the town had been suspended.

Because it was not sure whether the defeated monsters would attack again, nor whether the cultists would take this opportunity to disrupt order.

Therefore, a large number of laborers were mobilized to defend Hamlet. They held muskets that had just been distributed and still smelled of gun oil. The smell of gunpowder smoke on them indicated that they had been activated.

It's a pity that these weapons cannot bring them a sense of security. It is difficult to guarantee the order and actions of these temporary militiamen. Their looseness reveals the appearance of a real army of ordinary people in this era.

"Why did the Lords disappear?"

"Have you heard?" A guy said mysteriously...

Hamlet's government building was very busy coming in and out, and it hadn't stopped since last night. Grendel was constantly dealing with the consequences of this incident.

"Sir, the merchants of those fleets want to leave."

"Tell them the monster is underwater. I won't stop anyone who wants to leave, but we will not be responsible for their safety after leaving the port."

"Sir, those people from the Healers Association not only want to get in touch with the lepers, but they also want to get the fish-man's body."

"Then you have to see what price they can offer and find someone to talk to them. Don't agree to it yet. Let's talk it over and see what they can offer."

While Greendale was busy, a rather nervous Sheriff walked into the office.

"Sir, the church people have had a lot of contact with the townspeople, and there has been a bad trend. The Sheriff asked if any action should be taken?"

When talking about this, Greendale couldn't help but fell silent.

If she followed her idea of ​​seeking stability, she would definitely be looking for excuses to control the situation. Even if there was no problem, she would still find some problem to isolate the two church members from the public.

But if Lance wants to take this opportunity to eliminate a group of believers hiding in Hamlet, he must tolerate it until they jump out on their own.

This was what Lance meant, but it couldn't be what he meant.

A very strange sentence. Only Greendale understood that this kind of thing cannot be ordered by the lord, because the lord doesn't know yet, and it will damage Lance's reputation, so she can only come.

"Don't worry about them. Tell William not to attack them. Even if you give in when something happens, don't create a direct conflict."

Greendale quickly regained her calm demeanor and issued orders that even the Sheriff knew were unreasonable.

The existence of these police officers is to maintain public order for Hamlet. Now that those people have the means to disturb public order, instead of stopping them, let them go?

"I'm afraid this will worsen the situation. It will be difficult to control the guns issued to arm the militias. Now Hamlet cannot afford more riots."

This couldn't help but make him question. A real peace officer should also question, even if the person in front of him was his own leader.

His words also reminded Grendel of the stupid young man William, who would not agree easily without a reason.

"Of course I want to catch them, but as you said, Hamlet can no longer bear the turmoil. We are facing the threat of those monsters, and they are peeping at us on the coast, waiting for the opportunity.

Once we cause a riot, those monsters will immediately rush up and destroy everything. What we need now is not internal strife. We need the power of the church. At least for now, there can be no more chaos. "

Grendel has a good reason. Although she has defeated the monster, the shadow still hangs over Hamlet.

The Sheriff was silent, but he suddenly asked.

"So where is the lord?"

The battle last night was very tragic, with more than a hundred people dead, but the strange thing was that the army and the lords did not show up.

This situation will inevitably make people confused, not to mention that Greendale has no intention of explaining, but suppresses the matter.

But the voices of the people cannot be suppressed just because they want to, especially if the church duo was allowed to do so, it had already spread to the whole town.

They didn't understand the idiom that three people make a tiger, but they felt a little uneasy after being told it too often.

Even when she was questioned just now, Greendale was able to patiently explain, but as soon as these words came out, she looked wrong and asked sternly: "Do you think like those people that the lord gave up Hamlet? Do you think this is possible? Or is it up to you? Is this the kind of person you think the lord is?"

"Don't question my loyalty to the lord!" The Sheriff also roared, "No matter who you are."

Looking at the furious Sheriff in front of her, Greendale also knew that the pressure might crush him, and the reason was simple.

I am not the only one working hard for Hamlet here.

"I can tell you that the lord has not given up on Hamlet, let alone everyone. As for other things, you don't need to know."

Greendale relaxed slightly, but did not reveal more. She was sure of this evil person, and she did not forget to remind him.

"So go back and tell William, ignore those people for now, our mission is to buy more time for the lord."