our family is gone

Alvis had his head chopped off, but the spell allowed him to remain alive even after being beheaded, and he could even curse.

The headless body that had been frozen in place suddenly rioted because of Lance's words.

However, since it was exposed in advance, there was no threat. Lance didn't even need to take action. The scholar raised his hand and cast a [Curse of Weakness] to take it down.

Even the head in Lance's hand seemed to be affected, and his expression suddenly became listless.

Dismaco didn't give in at all. He kicked the body down, then bent over and stepped on it, holding the dagger against the heart.

"Lord, I think we should just kill him. We don't have time to waste here."

When has Alvis ever been so angry? No one in your mother's eyes takes him seriously, but I am a legend!

The already limp head could be seen twitching at the neck, and it almost vomited blood.

"So you understand, I am also a spellcaster. Everything you do cannot escape my eyes. I also know what you were thinking just now. No one can lie to me."

Lance walked towards the body with the head in his hand, and Disma naturally stepped aside to make room.

Just as he said, why was he able to find out that Alvis had evil intentions? Because Lance's flesh and blood power was so strong that he could spy on their flesh and blood and feel something strange.

His reaction of running over to express his opinion was so strange, he was not sincere at all, and that probing sentence exposed him even more.

"To be honest, you are not the only one who wants to kill me. Many people have been my enemies until today, but I can tolerate them."

As he said this, Lance pulled up the body that had fallen to the ground with one hand and put the head back on, leaving only Alvis with a confused look on his face.

The others also had strange expressions on their faces when they saw this scene. Reynard and his companions had started their careers with the lord, so they knew that what he said was true. Barton, Boudica, Amanda...they were once the lord's enemies, but they soon joined Hamlet.

Even Alhazred, who lived in seclusion, had heard about the quarrel between Tiffany and the lord. Her tolerance towards her subordinates was beyond their comprehension.

Alvis fiddled with his head with both hands and put it back on. When he looked at Lance again, he lowered his eyebrows and dared not look him in the eye.

But he also understood what this meant. It meant that if he could tolerate his enemies, he could naturally tolerate himself as well.

But he was not one of those little kids anymore. How could he not understand that this lord was looking for an opportunity to teach him a lesson and then pretending to be tolerant of him, because he still wanted to make use of his abilities?

boy!

But the situation was stronger than the person, so he could only suppress his anger and stop talking.

I'll settle this account when I find the chance...

"But like they say, there's no time to waste on you now. I can't accommodate you."

Lance rolled up his sleeves and said a few words lightly, but it was like the arrival of the god of death, which made Alves feel scared to death. He didn't care about these things at all. He raised his hand and waved his body and disappeared in an instant.

Lance, who had not made a move just now, finally moved, but he did not change his body shape, he just grabbed the area in front of him.

The black flame instantly ignited and covered his hands, then hit the air and disappeared into the void.

However, the next second, as it was retracted, everyone saw the ferocious black arm armor attached to the arm, but what was even more exaggerated was that the hand actually pinched the neck of the disappeared Alvis and pulled him out of the void.

"I told you that it wouldn't be that troublesome to kill you. Do you still think I was setting you up?"

The fear on Alvis' face had not yet disappeared, and strong emotions were surging. This time, when he looked at Lance's calm expression, he really felt the threat of death.

These spellcasters have many methods, and Lance would not give them any chance to operate. He just broke his neck without waiting for him to react, and without even stopping, he started the sacrifice and devoured his body.

This scene stunned everyone. They had just fought together and chopped off his head, but he was not dead yet.

Now the lord killed him easily with just one move. It was just as he said, killing you is easy.

The fact that Lance was able to kill the magic so easily was actually deliberate.

I'm afraid Alvis didn't expect that Lance's black armor was made of the flesh and blood of the Lame Walker, and was naturally able to break through space.

Not to mention that Lance interrupted his arrangements and put his head back on, which was intended to confuse him.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Negotiating terms with Lance is simply courting death. What I give you is yours, and you can't take it away from me.

Lance waved his arm and the black flames dissipated immediately. He then picked up the equipment scattered on the ground. It must be said that if you want to get rich, whether it is the staff, the robe, or those accessories, they are all good stuff.

Lance also took this opportunity to receive the gift. Even though he was used to seeing all kinds of treasures, he couldn't help but be moved.

Because the legacy turned out to be a beacon of space!

It is not a storage space like a collector's showroom, but a narrow space. According to the concept of immortal cultivation novels, it is a paradise, a place that can accommodate living things.

No wonder Alvis, a casual person, could become a legend. It was indeed through a fortuitous encounter that he inherited this precious land.

Moreover, it has been run by Alvis for a long time, and contains the savings of a legendary spellcaster who has lived for an unknown period of time.

Lance really wanted to laugh now, but he had to hold it back. Instead, he shook his head with a look of pity.

"It's a pity that it was corrupted so easily..."

However, Lance would not waste too much time on the dead, and instead asked everyone to pass through the first and second areas.

The scenes along the way made Leonard and his companions, who were entering for the first time, feel a certain pressure. It was hard to imagine how the lord could fight his way out of such a place.

Lance took them directly to the portal on the third floor.

"Now that Alvis has been corrupted, the task of activating the beacon is left to the scholars."

Now that Alhazred had come here, he had no intention of refusing, and he was also provoked by Lance's words about beating Alvis.

For humanity...

On the other side, Lance called on the others to go out and start cutting the flesh and blood according to the plan, trying to weaken the power of the evil god as much as possible.

There were no monsters to harass them and no roads to explore, so Lance and his companions moved faster because they had no worries.

They even cut open the blood vessels or the large intestine-like channel and began the sacrifice.

The spiritual energy gathered on Lance without cost and bestowed blessings on everyone. They devoured the giant's flesh and blood greedily like termites.

Small things add up to a lot, and those master-level guards broke through one by one and became the lord's champions. Then a few of them came to exchange for the people in charge of the blood altar.

It's not that Lance didn't promote them to legends, but it was due to their talent limitations. These guards were not selected because of their extraordinary talents or strong inspiration.

The first condition for selecting them is loyalty, which is the foundation of everything and can ensure his control over the guards.

The second is to be brave and fearless. The power of will is very strong in this world, and only in this way can we fight against extraordinary monsters.

The third is ability, such as sharpshooter, weapon master, bomber... anyway, he has a specialty and performs excellently.

But there are not many people with extraordinary talents, only a few like Margaret and Bahrain.

Then Lance blessed and elevated them. It could be said that he pulled their status up abruptly, and in less than a year they quickly surpassed what others could not achieve in their entire lives.

Just as he could only stop at the legendary level, the situation was similar in that the spirituality he could carry was different at each stage.

The human body has limits.

If they were forcibly promoted to legend, then there would probably be problems with their conditions, because their souls did not have the same protection that I have that ignores everything.

What Lance needs is a powerful and controllable personal guard. What's the point of simply pursuing power and losing control?

Therefore, the bodies of these guards can only withstand to the level of champions, and the rest depends on whether they can break through in the future.

However, fifty championships are definitely a terrifying existence. This is the Hamlet background he has accumulated.

Lance didn't know how long he had been busy, but the guards around him were promoted one by one and then left.

The three layers of flesh and blood were also torn into pieces by Lance. The flesh and blood that had just healed some time ago was now torn again, even more exaggeratedly.

In order to find more flesh and blood, he directly split open the flesh and blood barriers and then jumped into the wriggling tissues.

Because the spiritual energy consumed from master to champion is several times that of the former, and it is even more so when it is embodied in flesh and blood.

Fortunately, the vitality of millions of humans is more than enough to nourish them, and the three Lance of Disma are even more generous, directly blessing them continuously and without hesitation.

The minds of the three of them have been tempered, and their determination is strong enough to control this power.

Reynard himself was promoted to champion, while Disma and Barristan were masters, so they had to consume more spiritual energy.

For this reason, Lance went deeper with them and rushed around inside the giant's body. The intense wailing and vibrations almost never stopped.

But who cares? Lance and his men invaded even harder just to weaken the evil god's power.

I don’t know how long it took, until there was no intact flesh around. The wailing and trembling subsided, and even the blood was drained, leaving only scattered flesh and blood twitching instinctively.

As for the few of them, they were all covered in blood after working non-stop.

But these guys were in peak condition one by one, and their eyes opened under their bloody faces were as sharp as blades. They were all living knives sharpened with flesh and blood, just waiting to pierce the body of the evil god.

And Lance has also used up all his spiritual energy. There is no better time than now.

Lance seemed to be prepared. He poured out several buckets of water from the showroom to wash off the horrific bloodstains for them. The blood dripping from their armor and clothes had not diminished yet, which was really scary.

But finally his face was revealed.

Lance led his men back to the portal where the [Troll's Stomach] was located. Although Alhazred did not have the help of Alvis, he still built what the lord needed.

The two sides didn't even speak, they just looked at each other, and Lance nodded to the scholar, blessing him to refresh his status.

"I'll leave this to the scholars. Let's go."

Without much talking, Lance walked towards the strange portal, and Leonard and the others naturally followed.

But Alhazred couldn't help but say something.

"Without Alves' help, I can't be completely sure what is behind the portal. The danger of stepping into it..."

"Just today!"

Lance said this without waiting for the scholar to finish, without even turning his head.

The scholar saw the lord's determination and immediately started the ceremony to activate the core beacon without hesitation. The flesh and blood covering the portal quickly shrank back as if it had touched something hot.

Lance crashed into the portal, and the team disappeared in the violent spiritual fluctuations, leaving only the strange and brilliant void.

Looking at this scene, Alhazred was speechless for a long time. If killing Alvis before had made him suspicious, he was speechless now.

The lord could have chosen not to take the risk. He could have destroyed the beacon and ruined this place. In the end, he would still be the powerful lord.

But he went in, and it didn't matter whether it was for this world or for humanity.

What we have to do is to guard the retreat route for them.

I actually participated in something that affects the world. Perhaps it would be a blessing to die here.

Alhazred didn't waste any words. He sat cross-legged during the ceremony, holding the extinguished skull candlestick and fell into meditation...

What they didn't know was that their acts of drawing blood and cutting flesh had actually struck a blow to the power of the evil god.

Or perhaps activating the beacon would connect this world to that unspeakable thing, opening a portal to reality for some horrific existence.

Anyway, the moment Lance stepped into the portal, the extremely dark curtain covering the sky of Hamlet actually dissipated... No, it should be said that it retreated.

Because an even more terrifying scene began to unfold. A huge blood-red full moon hung over Hamlet in an unprecedented posture.

The blood moon is coming.

Once again, the stars were aligned, and the Manor was located at the most turbulent center of the universe.

A terrifying and strange aura began to spread rapidly. This "thing" was nameless, or it did not need to be described in words at all.

That being said, those who succumb to its unspeakable power will receive a kind of "reward", if that is the right word.

This great blessing makes them as powerful as their disgusting appearance.

The evil followers still lurking in Hamlet gathered under their twisted idols and launched an unprecedented bloody sacrifice to the real world.

On the other side, in the endless abyss, a great life is waiting in the darkness, pulsating like a heart with a wild and unruly melody... (End of this chapter)