Our family is in decline

The sunlight dispels the darkness and drives away those pigs who are familiar with the darkness of the underground caves and hate the light.

Light represents hope, suppressing the beast, just as humans used fire to drive away the beast millions of years ago.

Many people were injured in the battle just now, or they were accumulated injuries that had not been fully treated.

They all learned battlefield first aid, but they were unable to do anything because the bandages and herbs had long been used up during the battle.

And something went wrong with Alhazred. The continuous casting of spells made the distance between him and the void become thinner. In the end, he was unable to exert his true strength at all. It was even difficult to control himself, let alone save others. .

So it was Junia who basically shouldered the burden of treatment. The bonus of the holy relic, the Iron Torch, was effective at first, but soon her power was drained.

Pious faith cannot withstand such intense consumption. If a spellcaster loses the ability to cast spells, he becomes powerless.

But Junia directly attacked with the holy book and the torch in one hand. The steel-made, angular torch was swung like a war hammer.

It was during the battle that Junia seemed to have discovered the true use of the steel torch, which was to use this to judge monsters and infuse the returned sacred power to revive this holy relic.

After understanding this, Junia's combat effectiveness was improved, and the eternal flame ignited on the torch.

The attack had a direct burn effect, and those pigmen didn't even dare to come close when they saw it.

At the same time, she also used the power of the torch to revive her and used magic to heal the injured.

When you're done, go up and judge a few pigs, and come back to save people.

She is not as powerful as the mendicant monk, but she can still do a lot with the help of the holy relics.

However, this also shows the weirdness of the divine power. Under certain circumstances, this is not a sacrifice.

Junia raised her hand and used a few magical spells to raise the blood line of the wounded. It was unrealistic to completely cure him, so he could only stabilize the injury as much as possible.

Not long after the battle ended, even some people who could still stand just now sat down, and some even lay down directly and gasped, trying to recover as soon as possible.

At this time, it was even difficult for everyone to maintain the basic formation because they were too tired.

But the good news is that judging from the situation just now, those pigmen probably won't come out, and they can finally take a break.

But everything is just their beautiful imagination. Hamlet's cruelty will not recede with the rise of the sun. On the contrary, it begins.

The ruins of the old city, the headquarters of the Ascension Sect, are right in front of you. Even the cultists know that "no one is allowed to sleep soundly in the place where they sleep".

They can withstand the outpost being occupied by Hamlet, and they can withstand the cultists in the wilderness being surrounded and suppressed, but target number three definitely cannot.

The saying that the quiet last night was the calm before the storm does not apply to other places. That is because Barristan and the others held fast to Target 3 and kept the enemy at bay.

After a night of preparations, more cultists were called in, and they launched a holy war belonging to the Ascension Sect!

"Our flesh and blood are weak, so we can only ascend!"

"Ascension to the great road, immortality!"

"Blood sacrifice..."

Crazy shouts came from the wilderness, and the cultists did not conceal their whereabouts.

Because it's all in front of you, there's no fancy stuff, it's just life and death.

The wilderness in the early morning was so quiet. Even though the people above Target No. 3 felt all this from a distance, they seemed to understand that the real battle had just begun.

"Retreat and let the pigs and cultists fight first. We may still have a chance." Geralt was still quite calm.

"What if they join together and attack the wilderness?" Barrett stood up with a gun full of battle scars and raised an objection. "We chose this place because the passage can control the number of monsters emerging from the ground, and it can also protect the evil here. The cultists can only attack here, otherwise these cultists will cross us and scatter into the wilderness, what is the point of our actions?"

When these cultists enter the wilderness, there will be a new round of guerrilla warfare. Once they are delayed, Hamlet's army will be dragged into the quagmire. It can be said that all the efforts in the early stage of the operation have been wasted.

"The mission given to us by the lord is to hold on here. Unless I die, it is impossible to escape."

The personal guards also expressed their opinions, but Barristan held different opinions.

"I agree with Geralt's opinion. This is not about escaping but conserving strength. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. This is meaningless." Barristan stood with a shield, dragging the Morning Star Hammer and said: "I will stop them and let them Let my old bones work a little harder."

"I'll stay and help you." Disma played with the dagger in his hand, and his coat was scratched. "You still owe me two bottles of wine."

"I'm not a coward, I won't run away!" Boudica stood up and shouted emotionally. It was self-evident what he meant.

But what was even more suffocating was that the passage that had just been quiet for a while once again heard a sharp scream like a killing pig.

Endless evil... there is no hope in this hell, not even a glimmer of hope.

Compared with the noise at this moment, wordless silence enveloped the camp. Everyone could feel the huge pressure. For this team that was already on the verge of reaching its limit, even escape was a luxury.

The pig man who had just retreated into the passage rushed out first.

Looking at these lunatics, Tardif felt like he was also crazy. He was just a mercenary. Logically, he didn't have so much psychological burden, but he had his own principles for doing things with money.

"More the fuck...More money!" The face under Tardif's helmet looked ferocious. He pulled out his ax and killed the pigman completely ignoring the broken scales and cracked wounds on his body.

Everyone else was also preparing to fight to the death at this time, but a scene that no one expected happened.

The running pig stopped inexplicably, and the next second the sword penetrated its back.

The pigman's body collapsed as the sword was drawn out, revealing the figure behind him wearing tattered armor.

At the same time, there was another sentence from Youyou.

"I hope I'm not late."

Lance walked out of the passage and looked at everyone through the corroded mask, and he understood how cruel the battle they had experienced was.

Even Lance was shocked at their persistence.

It can be said that fighting with pigs is the most disgusting. The wounds caused by being hit by pig weapons are irregular, and there will be viruses and bacteria, and there are also vomit sprays from the pigs' cripples.

Bleeding, corrosion, and illness are basically indispensable states, which are also the shortcomings of Junia's magical treatment.

The sorcery of the Pig Drummers and Priests stirs up fear and pain that is difficult to cure.

But it doesn't exist in front of Lance,

With one step, the reconstruction of flesh and blood restored everyone's injuries, no matter how serious, in just one breath.

All the bleeding and corrosion were eliminated, the pain was relieved instantly, and the wounded who had fallen to the ground with serious injuries and were just hanging on for their lives also stood up.

Take the second step and bless them to clear away all the negative states accumulated in their bodies, including torture, fatigue, spiritual overdraft, and even peeping from outside the territory.

Strengthening brings about the effect of making everyone's bodies that are exhausted to the limit emerge with strength and rejuvenate themselves in perfect condition.

Taking the third step, Lance raised his hand and boxes of supplies appeared on the camp, including guns, ammunition, swords and armor.

He alone is an arsenal—Hamlet's arsenal!

All the problems faced by everyone were solved within three steps of Lance. Of course, it was at the cost of a lot of spiritual energy. Fortunately, after eating several waves of fat in a row, it was not bad.

"It's the boss! Great!" Boudica screamed excitedly, raising her ax and gun in cheers.

As long as she is by his side, Boudica feels that she can fight forever. Now she only feels that there is endless power emerging, and she wants to kill a few cultists.

Geralt and Junia's depleted spirituality was restored in a gentle and gentle way, and power was once again in their hands.

Alhazred finally broke away from the peeping eyes of the void, and after finding a moment of safety, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

And even more important than this is the improvement of morale.

The aura of death that enveloped everyone was instantly washed away by Lance's arrival, replaced by excitement and excitement.

The moment Lance appeared on the stage, everyone's pressure was lifted, and most of the people were filled with enthusiasm.

For them, Lance is hope!

But those cultists would not wait for them to adjust their state, they were already in front of them.

"The enemy is coming, copy the guy!"

Lance quickly stepped forward to fight the enemy, and his teammates whose weapons had been damaged also changed their equipment.

Meeting full ammunition when you are running out of ammunition is like seeing an oasis when someone is about to die of thirst in the desert.

Barrett grabbed a musket, raised his hand to take out a handful of ammunition and stuffed it into his pocket. He didn't know why he felt like crying.

Most people didn't have time to replace the damaged armor, but no one cared about it. They picked up a weapon and rushed forward with the lord.

After such a little delay, the figure of the cultist had already appeared in the wild jungle shrouded in morning mist.

No nonsense, the battle is about to begin.

Normally, Hamlet's soldiers rarely confront the cultists head-on. They always shoot or form formations to gain an advantage before approaching.

But with the appearance of Lance, everyone's condition was pushed to the peak, and these personal guards were not afraid of close combat.

“waaagh!!!”

Boudica was fed up with those weaklings, and in a rage, she went straight into a killing spree.

But everyone else is actually relatively conservative, forming small teams of twos and threes, working with each other.

Barristan was guarding Alhazred with a shield. The caster certainly didn't want to have his spell interrupted and suffer the backlash.

And Junia does not need to be distracted from treatment. She only needs to constantly judge those cultists and use the returned power to inspire the power of the Iron Torch.

If Lance hadn't come, it would have been a massacre, but if Lance came, it would have been a massacre.

It's just that the positions of both parties have been reversed.

The battle was fierce. There were hundreds of cultists, more than twice their number. It was a field battle, and most of the two sides used cold weapons.

But the battle can't be said to be very critical. Even if two cult deacons emerge, that is, the seeds of ascension, all they can do is hold on a little longer.

Soon these guys realized something was wrong. The always crazy elite cultists actually chose to run away.

"Hmph! Want to escape?" Tardif threw out the hook, and the iron hook accurately landed on a cultist who wanted to escape, piercing the flesh and causing him to stagger, and the ax sliced ​​through it in the next second.

Alhazred, who recovered, released a large swath of shadow, and the dark tentacles extending from it bound the cultists in place.

Junia, on the other hand, sent out rays of light of judgment to take away the lives of the cultists.

Not to mention the sniper kills of Barrett and Caesar, as well as the pursuit of others.

When the battle was over, Boudica burst into laughter as if to vent her anger, but the way she looked covered in blood was a bit crazy.

What were you fighting at the beginning? Almost all of them are at a disadvantage, being beaten by the cultists and then beaten by the pigs.

But now, under the leadership of the lord, they were easily repelled and even completed annihilation, something they had never dared to think of before.

The destructive power destroyed the Ascension Sect's attempt to recapture Target No. 3.

The hearty battle released the suffering everyone had endured along the way.

Boudica's laughter made the atmosphere lively. There is nothing better than surviving a disaster.

Lance did not interfere with them, but sacrificed all the bodies.

Including the hundreds of people just now, the cultists and pigs who died here, the total is three to four hundred, but Alhazred used the [Blood Holy Grail] to extract part of the spirituality and refine it into blood crystals, so Spirituality doesn’t give much back.

There is also no equipment revealed, these things are really poor.

However, Lance didn't have much joy. Like the corpses of target No. 2, he could feel that there was not much spirituality on these corpses, which meant that the ancestor must have digested part of them.

Killing and death are the best supplements for Ancestor. If anything goes wrong, Ancestor will not be afraid of any war.

This is why Lance insists on going to the battlefield by himself and always appears on the front line.

But that can only be the case now. No one can make things perfect. Accidents and various small mistakes are always inevitable.

The excitement is only temporary, and when the energy passes, fatigue will inevitably show up.

The physical limits can be eliminated through blessings, but the mental fatigue is always there. Don't forget that they have been fighting intermittently for a day and a night, and the explosion just now consumed the last bit of energy.

"Let's all take a rest. I don't have to worry here."

The presence of the lord made them feel extremely at ease. Most of them lay down directly, and there was no movement as soon as their eyes were closed, greedy to recover from sleep.

Lance also took off his helmet and put it aside, then took out an iron pot and started to light a fire to cook.

Geralt's physique, which had been transformed by potions and rituals, could still hold up, which was not an exaggeration. He needed to understand the situation of action more than rest.