Our Family Has Fallen

The power brought by the Bless also allowed Junia to quickly recover from weakness, freeing herself from the pain caused by the failed ritual.

But it will take a little time to adapt to this power, and Lance didn’t have much time to waste on her, as the battle had never ceased.

The appearance of Lance greatly alleviated the pressure on everyone facing those Flesh Champions.

The Bless cleared their battle fatigue, while Flesh Reconstruction also healed their injuries.

More importantly, they felt the Lord’s gaze, and nothing could shake their will.

But the disparity in strength is still a gap that Lance’s appearance could not eliminate.

Lance looked at those unfamiliar heretics, feeling their twisted fleshy bodies and quickly discovered something.

This isn’t normal, something is shaping those monsters’ flesh.

"Over there!"

Lance suddenly shouted, raising his hand and instantly a rifle appeared, firing towards the roadside wilderness.

Not a sound after the gunshot, and Lance couldn’t help but sigh.

"Ran away too fast, didn’t it?"

But just as Lance wanted to chase, those Flesh Champions acted like they were out of control, showing even more frenzied postures.

Meanwhile, the originally shaped flesh erupted like a collapse, even engulfing itself.

If it were just this, it wouldn’t have caught Lance’s attention.

But he discovered something even more terrifying, the flesh was spreading curses outward like nuclear waste.

Just being near those monsters, one could feel their own flesh dissolving, even uncontrollably starting to sprout some strange things.

"Ah! I’m dissolving."

"No!"

"..."

But Lance moved, pressing forward with an outstretched hand.

"As iron my body, as steel my heart!"

A loud shout echoed with what seemed like magical power, directly dispelling their fear, their shaken will once again firmed.

The power of Lance, now ascended to Legendary, erupted at this moment, but even stronger was his mastery over the Power of Flesh and Blood.

Directly suppressing all mutations, he cleared them of the flesh curse they had received.

But it wasn’t enough, Flesh Reconstruction was applied to those twisted bodies.

"My understanding surpasses yours!"

After devouring the Heart of Flesh, his improved control over the Power of Flesh and Blood directly sealed off the mutations in those fleshes.

Next, Lance’s gaze instantly locked on a monster with an almost tentacle-like twisted lower half and an upper half full of eyeballs, and he charged directly.

No longer the air-tearing boom from before, the charge was instead so smooth, like a gust of wind blowing to the monster’s face.

None on this side even had time to react, but in the next second the monster’s massive figure was sent flying back, rolling on the ground several times before its shape became clear again.

Lance’s fury was not so easily calmed, striding forward with a grim smile on his face.

Someone had to take responsibility for the death of the horse, and it wasn’t him, nor Junia; guess who?

The Champion’s flesh was truly resilient, climbing up from the ground as if unscathed.

But faced with the approaching Lance, the creature inexplicably felt fear, and not running away was already the greatest loyalty to the ancestor.

Facing the approaching Lance, its twisted tentacles waved the Magic Wand ceaselessly, trying to pollute the soul with its wicked curse.

But the man in front of it showed not even a moment of hesitation, extending only a grab at it with his hand.

The people saw a terrifying sight, as the Lord walked up and grabbed that monster’s tentacle, swinging it down to the ground.

"Boom!"

A dull thud was the sound of flesh hitting the ground, eyes dragged across the ground leaving an inscrutable phantom pain just watching.

What terrifying power this is!

Inspired, those people too fell into a fervor, launching attacks on the Flesh.

With their ability to proliferate flesh sealed, those creatures now suffered real damage from injuries.

Grendel raised her hand with a Magic Wand, and a root formed by countless small intertwining strands straightened out of the ground like a steel needle, piercing through the crotch.

Not to mention the monster, even Lance couldn’t help but feel a mysterious phantom pain at the sight.

The monster let out a painful wail, suddenly jarring its head back and opening its mouth, from which the root grew, piercing it from head to tail.

The root extended relentlessly, raising the creature off the ground, with the blood from its wounds staining the roots red as it flowed.

"Life..." Grendel clasped her hand upward, "Bloom!"

But it was far from over, as Grendel finished speaking, countless bulges suddenly erupted on the monster’s body, and in the next second, slender strands pierced through the skin and grew chaotically.

Those blood-stained roots spread like branches, looking like an ominously "vital" blood-colored dead tree, possessing a kind of... art form.

On the other side, a monster with its head blown off by Junia did not die, because at the time, Lance hadn’t yet sealed their flesh. Let alone the fact that it had two heads, losing one didn’t matter.

However, the other head grew on its back, with a tumor that recently proliferated taking its place, hosting a familiar purplish-black eye.