our family is gone

Chapter 742 Extra: The Blood Moon Arrives

The arrival of the blood moon immediately plunged the entire Hamlet into a scene even more terrifying than extreme darkness.

Under the blood-red moonlight, almost everyone was attracted the moment they looked up and stood there in a daze.

And the corruption also followed, and the impact was even more exaggerated than before.

All those whose attentions were drawn seemed to hear something echoing in their minds. As long as they accepted that power, they would be able to...

The man's figure appeared in their consciousness and soon broke free from the temptation of corruption.

Many people even became angry and wished they could shoot down the huge blood moon. No one could humiliate their loyalty!

Why didn't Lance have to take a good rest and enjoy himself before the final battle, but instead made so many inexplicable and seemingly unnecessary preparations.

Attending the Heroes' Cemetery Roundup to appease the army and police and adjust defense; summoning extraordinary people like Bigby and Sarmienti to appease them is normal.

But I went to schools, sanatoriums, workshops... almost everywhere in the city, not for official business or anything, but just to chat casually with those people.

We also went to farms, development zones and other towns and villages to have meals and chat with ordinary people.

In the end, he even talked about how he wore armor and held a sword in desperation, killing the bandits and robbers, and expelling the cult, such as the desperate defense of the outpost, the desperate battle at the No. 3 stronghold, and the cavalry rushing into the siege to help...

Through those words, Lance had already left them with the power to fight corruption. When the blood moon approached, most people triggered the will instilled by the [Voice of Enchantment].

Compared to ordinary people, Hamlet's soldiers, students and police almost instantly broke free from the influence of the blood moon.

Their organizational ability is stronger. After realizing the impact of the blood moon, they immediately abandoned all production activities as planned and chose to take over the city under martial law.

Fully armed troops are stationed in key locations in the city, such as docks, sanatoriums, workshops, and research institutes.

The policemen holding torches began to arrange for ordinary people on the streets in their jurisdiction to go home in an orderly manner and comfort them.

When Lance defined the functions of the police and divided them according to their jurisdiction, the effect was that they were all familiar neighbors and there was no trouble.

There were also people who had received militia training and offered to help, but they thought it would be better for them to go home and take care of their families.

The city is also secure with armed police patrolling to take charge of any bloody incidents that may occur.

There are still quite a few adventurers in the city who have returned from the ruins front, as well as some outsiders who stayed here for various reasons.

These people are not close to Lance, nor do they trust Lance. It was these guys who were corrupted last time, which led to so many troubles.

Now seeing the arrival of an even more powerful blood moon, many of those people were immediately affected and immersed in the power of the blood moon.

However, at this moment, a burst of urgent piano sound came from somewhere and woke them up directly.

A frivolous clown walked out of the street holding a lute. The sound of the lute was not obvious but continuous, and it seemed to be poured directly into their minds, awakening them from that strange state.

Sammenti recalled what Lance said after he finished playing in the cemetery.

"Their husbands and sons died here, and my people also died here. I don't want to see so many people crying anymore, so would you like to help me play another song for the people?"

There was no reason for him to appear here, it was simply because the lord could understand his music.

The strength of one person is somewhat weak compared to the entire city. In fact, even if Sarmienti had not taken action, there would be no chaos in Hamlet City.

Heroes such as Boudica, Amanda, Greendale, William, and Sarmienti, and even Baldwin were all wearing armor and holding swords, ready to take action at any time, in addition to the prepared troops and armed police.

Once those out-of-control lunatics are discovered, they will be immediately eliminated. Can you beat the legendary swordsman Baldwin in his prime? Or can you escape the strangulation of thousands of vines and roots?

Not only was there no chaos in the city, but farmers on farms outside the city or in villages and towns in the development zone actually began to spontaneously settle their families and gather together according to the militia training.

Although they only had some flails, pitchforks, spears and hatchets in their hands, they were determined to defend their homeland. The lord's repeated teachings finally made them know how to protect themselves.

In fact, there are troops stationed in these places, and they are the real main force.

Although the entire Hamlet is now in a state of stagnation, such proper handling quickly suppressed the negative effects of the blood moon. It seems that the arrangements made by Lance before leaving were bound to be effective.

But these are all areas where Lance has strong control, and among them there is a very special place - the new town on the ruins front.

Although some adventurers left this place due to the arrival of the Extreme Darkness, there are still more than ten thousand people left.

Those who dare to stay now are naturally not good people. On the contrary, they are either confident in their strength or greedy and cruel.

Not to mention that because Lance deliberately let it go, anyone who is curious about Hamlet will be arranged to come in. It is not surprising that there are cultists mixed in among the mixed crowd.

As expected, when the blood moon came, some people still could not resist the desire for that power. They accepted the [Great Blessing] from a certain existence and immediately fell rapidly.

While the others were still in a daze, the desire for flesh and blood made the corrupted ones bite the people around them without hesitation, like a mad dog.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

"Get out of here!"

With the blood moon in the sky, one didn't need torches to see the hideous faces of those people. They were biting and chewing flesh and blood like crazy. It was unclear whether their eyes were red because of the moonlight or were really blood red.

Such a violent commotion awakened the adventurers who were immersed in the blood moon, and they couldn't help but shout and curse after seeing that scene.

"Damn it! What is this?"

"They are eating people. They are the cultists!"

"Crazy, all crazy!"

Because Lance did not hide the consciousness of the Ascension Sect, but needed them to take the blame, so many people knew that the lord was leading people to wipe out those cultists, and they also knew a little bit from the mouths of the people.

Those adventurers were used to life and death, and weapons were not banned, so everyone carried weapons. At worst, they had a hammer. Naturally, someone would fight back when they encountered something like this.

They drew their swords and chopped, and swung their hammers to smash the heads of those mad dogs.

Unfortunately, they had no experience in dealing with cultists. They could only injure them but could not kill them. Instead, the corrupted ones devoured the flesh and blood and became more twisted. They had to watch helplessly as they literally devoured people alive.

What's more important is that there are not just one or two crazy corruptors. "Run!"

Most people were just trying to escape, but fortunately the Corrupters were busy devouring the corpses and did not chase them.

But if we let them continue to grow, it might cause even greater unrest.

"Everyone get out of the way!"

However, at this moment a roar was heard, and a huge figure in heavy armor dragging a big axe rushed upstream.

The tank-like figure charged forward and knocked a Corruptor away with one shoulder. The exaggerated muffled sound showed such great force that the entire building seemed to be shaking.

When it hit the wall, I could see clearly that the human-shaped body was stuck to the wall, and the body that was hit head-on was covered in blood and its bones were crushed.

These are the flesh and blood corruptors. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be torn into pieces by this blow. It is so terrifying!
Balin's figure then stopped from charging, and his shoulder blades were covered with blood and flesh.

The other corrupted ones also seemed to feel threatened, and they actually stopped gnawing on the corpses and turned to attack Bahrain, three or five of them swarming forward.

Balin was of course not to be outdone. He had no intention of retreating even a single step. He swung the axe with one hand and easily split the man in half.

He stretched out his other hand, grabbed the head of the monster that was approaching him like a chicken, and swung it up, hitting another one and throwing it away.

"Fighting is fun!"

Balin held an axe in one hand and a man in the other, and he wielded his brute force willfully, easily suppressing several corrupted people who appeared on the street.

Normally, the champion power around Lance is not obvious. It depends on who you are comparing with. Although Balin himself is very talented, his posture now is enough to prove the champion's powerful strength.

But the situation is far from being resolved. These are just the result of the depravity and corruption of ordinary people. They can only be regarded as appetizers. The main course has not yet been served.

Balin threw away the corpse with its head crushed in his hand and looked towards the side of the street. He could see that the guy had devoured a lot of corpses, even his own kind, due to the slight delay just now...

The twisted flesh, the disorderly growing tissues and facial features, and the iconic black eyeballs.

Many of the adventurers are very powerful. Although they cannot be called masters or champions, their elite foundation and years of fighting instincts are also very impressive.

But it is a pity that these guys completely degenerate into flesh and blood corruptors in a short period of time. What is even more terrifying and troublesome is that they do not lose their fighting instincts after the corruption. Instead, their physical fitness is magnified by the instant improvement after the corruption.

The two sides looked at each other, and the next second the monster moved first. However, Balin did not move with it. Instead, he stood there like an iron tower, and his left hand, which had just crushed the head, was still dripping with blood.

Until the moment the monster approached, an arrow came from nowhere and shot directly into the monster's eye, causing it to pause. This shot was like a signal, and the originally silent Balin suddenly swung his axe and chopped it down.

This move was so powerful that if it were an ordinary enemy, he would probably be cut in half like before.

However, this monster was still wearing its previous armor, and when it collided with the axe blade, there was only a loud bang, and the next second it was knocked away by the exaggerated force.

Only when he stopped could he see that the armor had been split open by the axe, tearing half of the body from the waist and abdomen. All kinds of messy things were like an overturned garbage can, and everything leaked out in an instant.

The axe almost cut it in half just now, but this monster was blessed by the blood moon and showed an exaggerated recovery ability. It didn't even need to stuff things back into its body. Instead, it grew wildly, dragging its intestines towards the flesh and blood that fell to the side, regardless of whether it was the remains of the corpse that had just been gnawed or the Corruptor that had been blown up.

Balin discovered something when he saw this. The axe blade was originally covered with corpse-transforming spores, but it might have become ineffective after being chopped off a few times just now, otherwise the flesh and blood would not have had time to heal.

At this time, an archer came out and shot three arrows in succession. The arrows stained with corpse spores pierced through the monster's head.

Balin was not surprised at all and continued to rush forward with the axe. He chopped it off with one axe and smashed the head.

The two men took out the corpse-dissolving spores to remove the corpse, and then they had time to continue applying medicine to the axe.

Just by listening to the constant sound of gunfire in the town, you know that things are far from over. Those are snipers occupying high ground throughout the town who are shooting. They can see the riots in the town and are both sniping and guiding.

The guards who disappeared in the dungeon appeared here, which showed that the lord was well prepared.

These Hamlet champions and heroes formed teams of two or three and went in to begin hunting down the corrupted.

The army is still stationed outside the town, while the police and other defense forces are guarding the lord's assets and government buildings, and anyone who approaches will be rewarded with peanuts.

"Let's go, next one."

Balin called his teammates and headed towards the nearest commotion, only to discover that the battle here was not resolved by other guards, but by two people from the church.

Aren't those guys who gathered around Brother Martin just seeking shelter? But these so-called believers seemed to be devout, and most of them dispersed. The remaining ones were naturally corrupted.

Looking at the number, it is even more than the previous one. As the lord said, religion is unreliable and it is easier to be deceived by believing in those superstitious things.

The mendicant monk held a staff, and lightning-like beams of light continuously shot into the corrupted ones, burning them into mummies under the powerful force.

The legend is still a legend. He just showed weakness in front of Lance. In other situations, he is very powerful anyway.

The guards knew that the real main force that enabled everyone to evacuate the ruins at that time was the monks.

The candle-burning priest held his shield and swung his hammer to block all the corrupted people who tried to attack the monks. He killed them one by one with his hammer, but his efficiency was not high.

Fortunately, Bahrain and his men joined the battle and helped them share some of the pressure. People came from other places and quickly suppressed the chaos.

But Brother Martin did not show any gratitude at all. Instead, he questioned the visitor.

"What on earth are you doing, lord? Are you going to turn Hamlet into hell again?"

With the blood moon in the sky, even the mendicant monk didn't dare to say anything more. He felt more and more that something was wrong. The whole Hamlet was in the lord's calculations.

"We are the lord's personal guards. We are here. The lord will only fight in more dangerous places. You don't understand the lord or Hamlet at all. We will not give up on anyone."

Such a sentence made Martin pause for a moment. If someone else had said this to him, he would have cursed back. But he had really seen those people risking their lives to save others and taking the lead to cover the rear in desperate situations. He found it difficult to speak for a while.

Finally, I could only sigh.

"Can I trust you?"

"For humanity."

(End of this chapter)