Our Family Has Fallen

Alviss’s head was severed, but the spell allowed him to live on, even able to curse loudly.

The headless body, originally stiff in place, suddenly went berserk because of a word from Lance.

However, being exposed in advance posed no threat; Lance didn’t even need to make a move as the scholar raised a hand and subdued him with a [Curse of Weakness].

Even the head in Lance’s hand seemed affected, its expression suddenly wilting.

Dismas didn’t hold back at all, directly kicking the body over, then bending down and stepping on it, pressing a short sword against its heart.

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

When had Alviss ever suffered such indignity? Dammit, no one sees him as noteworthy, but he is Legendary!

The already wilting head could be seen twitching at the neck, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

"So, you understand, I am also a spellcaster, everything you do is within my sight, I even know what you were thinking just now, no one can lie before me."

Lance carried the head as he walked toward the body, and Dismas naturally stepped aside to make room.

As Lance said, how could he discover Alviss’ ill intentions? Because Lance’s Power of Flesh and Blood was strong enough to glimpse into their flesh and blood, sensing anomalies.

Alviss’s reaction when he chose to stand by was indeed very strange, it wasn’t genuine, and his probing words further exposed him.

"To be honest, you’re not the only one who wants to kill me. Along my journey, many have been my enemies, but I’ve been able to accommodate them."

As Lance spoke, he single-handedly lifted the body off the ground, placing the head back on it, leaving only Alviss with a puzzled expression.

Others witnessing this scene had odd expressions too; Reynard and the others rose with the Lord, knowing that these words aren’t empty talk, Barton, Boudica, Amanda... These were once enemies of the Lord, but soon joined Hamlet.

Even the reclusive Alhazred had heard about Tiffany making a big fuss with the Lord; such tolerance toward subordinates was beyond their comprehension.

Alviss fiddled with his head, pressing it back in place, his gaze lowered, not daring to look directly at Lance.

But he understood what this meant; it indicated that even if he was an enemy, Lance could tolerate him.

However, Alviss was no child; how could he fail to realize that this Lord was simply finding a chance to knock him down a peg, only pretending to be accepting, still wanting to exploit his abilities.

Punk!

But circumstances were stronger than man, he too could only suppress his rage and remain silent.

Wait for the opportunity to settle this score...

"But as they said, there’s no time to waste on you right now, I cannot tolerate you."

Lance rolled up his sleeves, his words were casual but felt like the arrival of death, causing Alviss’s soul to flee in terror, and without a thought, he raised his hand, waved, and his figure instantly vanished.

Lance, who hadn’t made a move until now, finally acted; he didn’t change forms, just casually reached out in front of him.

The Dark Flame instantly ignited, covering his hand, crashing into the air before seemingly disappearing into the void.

However, in the next second, as he retracted it, everyone saw that his arm was clad in the black, ghastly armor, but more exaggeratedly, he grasped Alviss’s vanished neck and pulled him out of the void.

"I told you, killing you doesn’t need to be this troublesome, do you still think I am conspiring against you?"

The panic on Alviss’s face hadn’t faded, intense emotions surged, this time he truly felt the threat of death looking at Lance’s calm demeanor.

These spellcasters had many tricks, Lance wouldn’t give him time to manipulate, without allowing more reaction, he directly snapped Alviss’s neck, immediately initiating a sacrifice to devour his corpse without pause.

This scene left the crowd stunned; just moments ago together they managed to sever his head after a fierce battle, yet still couldn’t kill him.

Now, the Lord needed only one move to easily kill him, just as he said, killing you is effortless.

Lance was able to easily kill the spell due to calculated efforts.

Probably, Alviss did not anticipate that Lance’s Black Armor was actually crafted from Limping Walker’s Fleshcrafting, inherently capable of breaking through space.

Not to mention that Lance interrupted his setup and put his head back on properly, deliberately confusing him.

But none of this mattered anymore, negotiating with Lance was pure folly, what he grants is yours, without it, you cannot seize it.

Lance casually waved his arm, the Dark Flame instantly dissipated, as he picked up the scattered equipment; it had to be said, wanting to plunder, whether it’s the Magic Wand, Magical Robe, or various ornaments, all were valuable items.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lance also received the gift, it astonished him despite being accustomed to seeing treasures.

Because the legacy turned out to be a space beacon!

It wasn’t like a collector’s exhibition room storage space, but a rift in space; according to cultivation novel concepts, it was a paradise, capable of housing living beings.

No wonder a lone Alviss could become Legendary, indeed he had fortuitous encounters, obtaining this treasured legacy.

Moreover, it had been managed by Alviss for a long time, within it was the accumulation of a Legendary Caster who had lived for an unknown duration.