our family is gone

The time is not certain, but when Lance returns to the portal, Alhazred and the others will still be conducting research.

"Did you find anything?"

Alhazred is a mystic scholar. If you can't figure this out, don't get involved.

"This is the core beacon, marking this world and the void behind the portal..."

The basic principle of transmission is similar, which is to determine a mark and then build a channel between the two.

Alhazred is also being targeted by some being in the void, who wants to turn him into a beacon for invading reality.

Because the beacon is equivalent to a "destination". Without it, you will not be able to find the way. No matter how powerful the old god is, he will not be able to find this world.

And now, this [World] beacon marks exactly what its name suggests, this world, which allows them to find the way back after entering the void.

The reason why the ancestor left this beacon was very simple, he just wanted to come back.

But Lance had already searched the place with his personal guards, and there was no passage leading to deeper places.

Therefore, we can infer a very crucial piece of information - Ancestor, you are not in the dungeon at all, where are you hiding?

No wonder the monsters didn’t react much when I broke into the dungeon. It turned out that the ancestor had already hidden himself in the void.

"Activating the beacon is just part of the ritual, but the void is a dangerous place, and we are not sure what is behind the portal right now.

But we can seal or destroy this portal and the beacon, which will cut off this passage and banish those things to the void in disguise."

Alhazred gave a brief summary, and then the question was handed over to the lord.

To be on the safe side, the extraordinary people would definitely destroy the portal and beacon, delay as much as possible, and choose to trust future generations.

Can Lance let go of all this and go back to enjoy the leisurely life of an aristocrat... right?
“This is the beginning of the end.”

After hesitating for a moment, Lance said something calmly but firmly, which also expressed his attitude.

For an obsessive-compulsive patient like Lance who has an extreme sense of crisis, eradicating all evil is his purpose in life. If he says he will kill your whole family, he will definitely kill your whole family and will never allow any risk to remain.

Only the dead ancestors are good ancestors...

"I understand." Alhazred nodded and seemed relieved.

Why did he come here?
Isn't it just to solve the corruption that is about to spread?
For an evil god, as long as he is not dead, even if he is exiled to the void, it will still bring various problems.

Why are there so many evil cults in the world? Even if the church cracks down on them, it is difficult to completely eliminate them?
Because the things behind them are not dead.

Maybe one day someone will dig something out and enter somewhere and wake it up, becoming another beacon.

There are too many evil things scattered in the world, and those who crave power, like himself, are ignorant and fall into darkness.

It is obvious that this lord is different. He is not afraid of the so-called evil god.

He is worthy of being the Lord of Hamlet, the hero who fights for humanity!

Lance didn't care what Alhazred thought, he had already started planning his next move.

"How do I activate the core beacon and the portal?"

"I can deal with the core beacon, but I don't know much about the portal. However, Alvis, the wandering wizard specializes in teleportation spells. Perhaps we need his help."

Alhazred acted as an advisor and recommended someone to Lance.

Back then, the two of them joined forces to cut off the tide of rats in the ruins where extreme darkness had descended, and saved those people.

That's why he could feel that guy's strength was very strong, but it was hard to say whether he was willing to do it or not.

"I'll convince him."

Lance made the decision for Alvis with just a few words, and there was no room for disagreement.

But what about now?

Lance turned around and looked at the guards. The lowest rank among them was a master. There were even a few like Balin who were originally at the master level. There were also guards who entered for the second time and had been promoted to champions.

Unfortunately, they are not spellcasters, and their extraordinary powers are only reflected in their physique and equipment.

"Let's retreat first. We need to prepare before we can proceed to the next step."

Lance felt the abundant spiritual energy in his body and knew that there was not much point in staying here any longer. He needed to get information from the outside world in order to prepare for the next stage.

No one else questioned the lord's choice, and soon the huge team returned along the same route.

Looking at the flesh and blood that was constantly healing, and the river of blood flowing outside the passage, Lance suddenly asked Alhazred if there was any way to make use of it.

"The Holy Grail of Blood."

The scholar simply mentioned an object, and Lance immediately realized something. He quickly dug out the evil holy grail from the display room.

Although he cleared a lot of places, he still felt at ease carrying some equipment that had a risk of contamination with him.

He scooped up a cup of bright red liquid full of rich vitality, activated the power of the Holy Grail, and quickly condensed into a few blood beads.

Alhazred took it, glanced at it, and explained.

"The spiritual crystals extracted are of good purity, but the flesh and blood here are too severely corrupted. Using them requires taking on very high risks, and purifying them requires consuming even more resources, which is not worth the effort."

"It doesn't matter. It's better than letting it slip away. Let's go back and prepare how to increase the range of the Holy Grail."

Lance knew that it would be impossible for him to fully digest it in a short period of time by himself, and he knew even more clearly that there would probably not be such a place for him for a long time.

He can only store a part of his spiritual energy, which needs to be consumed constantly. However, he does not have many means of consumption now. Bestowing blessings too frequently may easily lead to other crises.

The Royal Guard has a basis. It was originally set up for extraordinary powers, and its number is small and controllable.

But ordinary armies are not like that. Blindly pursuing supernatural powers will drag the scientific development that Hamlet has worked so hard to establish into darkness.

The allocation of resources is a test of his ability as a lord, and he must strike a balance.

If it can be converted into spiritual crystals and stored, there is no need to consume it in a hurry. As for whether it is rotten or not, it will be fed to the void and converted into spirituality, which can also prevent others from using it.

On the way, I had a brief discussion with the scholars and worked out a plan of bleeding on the next level and cutting the flesh on the third level.

The huge difference between the dungeon and the outside environment made them all feel uncomfortable, as if they had suddenly gone from a place with oxygen to a place with thin air at high altitudes, causing various reactions. Alhazred, the spellcaster, reacted even more than when he entered, but Lance was not surprised here.

Information about the dungeon must be strictly controlled, the loyalty of the guards does not need to be questioned, the legion is even more silent, and Alhazred spends most of his time in meditation.

As for Bigby... I didn't tell him anything before he came here. He was just dragged here as a coolie.

Lance gave him a look that suggested he might need a good talk to calm him down.

When you come, don't want to leave!

It would take some time to get back to Hamlet by boat, and Lance knocked on Bigby's cabin door.

"I know you have a lot of questions, so why don't we talk about them."

Bigby's autistic personality made it impossible for him to say no, so he could only let Lance in.

In the slightly shaking cabin, Lance sat on the stool. His expression was dull at first, as if he was reminiscing about something. Then he raised his hands to cover his face. When he slowly pulled his hands down, an expression of helplessness and pain appeared on his face.

"Our family is in decline..."

Lance told him the story of Hamlet very directly, but of course it was just a processed story.

He went straight from talking about cults to talking about the destruction of the world, which scared Bigby so much that he was stunned and didn't know how to react for a moment.

"If you want to study alchemy, I can help you. My family has collected a lot of relevant research materials.

And I can also support you, whether it is materials, venues or funds, and more importantly, you don’t need to worry about the threat from the church here.

We can also help you control yourself and figure out the real reason. Even when the technology matures, it may not be impossible to separate you from the negative feelings."

If you want to impress people, you have to cater to their interests. Don’t you like doing research? Then come work for me. Lance has a lot of information that he wants to apply, but he lacks a capable alchemist.

Bigby was just used to keeping silent. He was not really stupid. In fact, he knew that the lord was trying to recruit him.

What's more important is that he really can't leave Hamlet now, either to avoid the church or to control himself.

"Actually, you don't need to worry so much. Your current condition is still very conducive to research. Do you know why people in your family keep falling on the laboratory table?
Because the various heavy metals and potions that alchemy requires are too toxic, but you have maximum resistance to them.

Moreover, you have a strong recovery ability, which allows you to restore your energy in a short time and devote more time to research.

Since it was born in alchemy, then it should be solved in alchemy. All you need is a sufficiently stable environment. With your talent, you will be able to find a solution quickly."

What Lance said was true. It was both a curse and an opportunity. He had gained a physique with maximum resistance. A body that could digest metal had no need to worry about pollution.

Well, create alchemy and work overtime for me!

Bigby had no reason to refuse, as Lance had already prepared the way forward for him.

The ship quickly dropped everyone off at the naval dock. Alhazred and his men returned to the city first, while Lance led his guards and the legion to the town.

…………

Outside the ruins of Hamlet, several cavalrymen rushed out, their raised torches showing their positions, and they could be seen gradually gathering into a group, like a fire dragon.

And in the darkness behind them, countless skeletons were being drawn out of the ruins, greedily craving the breath of the living.

Without the division of the ruins of the buildings, they gathered together like the cavalry, and in the darkness, they slowly closed like a giant hand, as if trying to catch the "fire dragon".

"Beep beep beep!"

The loud whistle echoed in the darkness, and the familiar veterans were able to grasp the position of their teammates without having to think too much and start changing the formation.

The gathered cavalry accelerated again to give up the front battlefield, which showed that they had been controlling their speed to keep the skeletons hanging.

The successive whistles seemed to be telling something, but suddenly they became rapid, and anyone could hear the urgency contained in them.

But the skeletons couldn't understand, and they continued to chase the living with a seemingly never-ending pace until the whistle stopped. But the next second, a roar a hundred times louder than the whistle broke out in the darkness.

"Boom!"

The smoke was obscured by the darkness, but the firelight was difficult to conceal. Instead, it was particularly dazzling, instantly illuminating the roaring war machines on the artillery position.

There were too many to count, and the constant roar made my brain a little dizzy, but from the light I could also find that the artillery positions were just on the left and right sides in front of the skeleton.

The shells would not wait. The whistling sound of the stone bullets tearing through the air could be heard on the battlefield. They slammed into the densely packed skeletons with such force that it could be described as crushing dry weeds and rotten wood. No one in the entire line could stand, and all were broken bones and debris.

That is the extremely dark obstructed sun, otherwise this scene would be extremely relaxing.

But the skeletons were not afraid. Instead, the large number of casualties helped to sort out their bloated troops, causing their advancing speed to suddenly increase.

As they regained the scent in the air and began to disperse in search of the living, the effectiveness of their artillery would be greatly reduced once they spread across the entire field.

More importantly, the safety of those artillerymen needs to be guaranteed. Loading artillery shells takes time, and artillery that has not been loaded is just bulky scrap metal.

But at this time the sound of horse hooves rang out again, and the returning cavalry began to surround the somewhat scattered skeletons under the light of torches, pulling them together again by moving back and forth.

This move represents great skill, but more importantly, a strong mentality.

You have to know that there are violent skeletons everywhere. Once caught up, they will be swallowed up instantly, and teammates will have no chance to rescue them. This is enough to show how calm and brave these cavalrymen are.

When the whistle sounded, the cavalrymen immediately accelerated and withdrew. As soon as they left, the artillery arrived as expected. Judging from their skilled appearance, this was not the first time.

The power will only be greater as the distance gets closer, and the plow marks will be deeper and even penetrate the skeleton formation, cutting in from both sides to form a cross and causing maximum damage.

Cavalry's attempt to lure the enemy can only attract them to gather together, but cannot stop their advance.

A distance of a hundred yards was only enough to fire two or three shots, and that was with the constant intervention of the cavalry.

There was no way, those skeletons were not afraid of death at all, they could only charge forward.

When the last round of shells cut the skeletons into pieces, the remaining scattered ones were no longer worth firing at.

The cavalry gathered at the sound of the whistle, not in the arrowhead formation, but lined up in a row. It was self-evident what they wanted to do.

"We are Hamlet Blade!"

The leader drew his sword, pointed it at the skeleton and shouted.

"Cavalry, charge!" (End of this chapter)