Our Family Has Fallen

The Limping Walker spat out the substance that corroded flesh, and naturally the Patriarch was unwilling to retreat, releasing a decaying aura from the places on his body not filled with black eyeballs.

The ultimate state of life is decay, and as soon as the Patriarch’s summoned aura touched the Limping Walker, even an Aberrant Demon capable of traversing the void couldn’t withstand it, with large patches of flesh rotting and decaying at a visible speed.

The strange auras they stirred also intermingled, shrouding parts of their bodies like a fog, yet the roaring and brawling sounds were still clear. Each attack and counter stirred the fog further, adding a touch of mystery.

As Lance had just perceived, the Patriarch’s evil form was more of a constraint upon him. Like how only mortals can be nailed to a cross, not so-called gods.

At this moment, the Patriarch’s Power of Flesh and Blood seemed to have failed, as he had been interrupted in the process and prematurely hatched. Missing so much flesh and organs made it difficult to control the flesh, and not collapsing was considered fortunate.

Having lost this ability, the Patriarch couldn’t take down the Limping Walker quickly, leading to the brutal scene of two giant beasts battling under the fog.

Taking advantage of the moment the Limping Walker gained, Lance finally snapped back to reality, breathing heavily, his face flushed red and purple, steam almost rising from his head as if the coolant had nearly dried up.

This attack perfectly spotted Sanctuary’s flaw, with an overload of information poured into his mind that would have broken anyone else.

But fortunately, Lance endured till the end, primarily because he already knew the truth, naturally not shocked by all this chaos, falling into confusion, or suddenly awakening with an epiphany.

I came here to take down you, Patriarch!

Immediately upon reacting, Lance activated power to heal the scarred Limping Walker, whose half body was about to rot from the decaying aura.

Flesh Reconstruction!

Originally akin to a zombie version, the Limping Walker rapidly recovered, while the Patriarch fell into a decline as his imperfect body weighed him down, like Alhazred, who could only suppress abnormalities and couldn’t unleash full power.

"Kill!"

Lance shouted, pointing at the Patriarch. Seeing this, Reynard and the others no longer waited and charged at the Patriarch, with the Limping Walker taking damage at the front, they flanked, viciously stabbing the heart nestled beneath the Patriarch’s back.

The Dismas Dagger sliced through the flesh, turning it over. A reverse grip fired a shot that exploded large patches of flesh, even the black eyeballs the size of human heads burst like squid ink sacs.

Reynard, without saying a word, charged with sword, piercing in its entirety with the holy flame-imbued Longsword, the damage erupting within, causing even greater terror, making the heart tighten abruptly.

Balistan wielded the Shield to ram into it, the shield strike even swayed the heart, the strongest muscle, causing a moment’s pause like heart palpitations. He followed with a reverse-hammer spike tearing through the flesh, causing the entire heart to tremble.

Even the Patriarch could not help but let out a miserable wail from these attacks, more exaggerated than the battle with the Limping Walker.

The damage they inflicted finally forced the Patriarch into a corner, with the first to suffer being the Limping Walker holding the frontline.

The Patriarch opened his arms, revealing his somewhat shattered body, suddenly lunging toward the Limping Walker.

Come to your creator’s side!

The entire space seemed to respond to the Patriarch’s call, in the blink of an eye, several giant flesh tentacles stretched from the ground like an octopus, tightly grasping the Limping Walker, tightening to drag it.

Seeing tentacles ranging in length from several tens of meters to three or four meters, Lance instantly recalled those skyscraper-like tentacles in the dungeon, realizing the Patriarch was leveraging the dungeon’s power.

If it were an ordinary person, they might be crushed and killed outright, then dragged into the unspeakable Abyss, becoming part of some entity.

But the Limping Walker is a massive creature five to six meters tall, and as absurd as it seems, its tentacles also clutch three [Absolute Void], using them as shields to barely hold open some survival space.

If the Patriarch could speak, he would surely shout—how dare you use my trick against me!

Hence, while the Limping Walker was also restrained by the giant tentacles, it could still struggle somewhat without being immediately devoured.

And this brief moment was enough for Lance to react, raising his hand to summon Hamlet’s sixteen-pounder cannon in front, its truncated fuse almost igniting instantaneously to activate.

"Fire!"

A vehement roar echoed, Lance was about to bombard the Patriarch today!

"Boom!"

The deafening roar echoed throughout the space, the giant shell propelled by gunpowder hurled forth to strike the Patriarch’s flesh body, instantly exploding flesh apart.

What is sixteen pounds? It’s almost a 15-pound iron ball.

Where the cannon passed, flesh was rotten, tendons torn, bones shattered, even "God" couldn’t endure it, punching through the body, destroying the blood vessels at the back and directly entering the heart.

This blow critically injured the Patriarch, but it did not break the Limping Walker from the tentacle’s grasp, nor did the force pulling it into the Abyss reduce by even half.