Our Family Has Fallen

Everyone reacted to the charging Holy Temple Fighter.

Alhazred raised the Skull Candleholder to initiate the ritual, the Curse of Weakness descended upon the monster, directly suppressing its formidable power.

The legion raised their shields and pressed forward, the shields coordinating to form a tortoise shell formation, forcibly stopping the monster’s charge.

Beggby flicked a chain whip towards the monster’s head, and the chain rang as the force was transmitted, crashing into the monster’s helmet with a whooshing sound the next second.

The explosion of metal impact immediately twisted the helmet, and even covering the entire head couldn’t stop the buzzing noise.

The monster’s strong vitality allowed it to quickly break free from the dizziness, but this momentary pause was deadly in such a battle.

Alhazred followed up with a [Weakness Technique] to further weaken its resistance, while the legion had already drawn their broadswords and charged forward to slash.

The monster did not go down without a fight, but having been weakened by Alhazred’s two rituals, its counterattacks were feeble.

The Giant Pincers were blocked by large shields, and the Poison Needle couldn’t pierce through, with the leaking poison having no effect on the legion.

Its armor, too, lost its defensive power, with blades tearing through its flesh effortlessly, and the legion leader stabbed it right in the chest and abdomen.

They had heard the Lord describe that the strongest aspect of this kind of monster was also its weakness.

This enraged the monster, attempting to move, but Beggby swung another chain, forcefully interrupting its action.

Though he knew only this one move, it proved effective.

Even Alhazred came over, pulling out the Sacrificial Dagger and stabbing viciously, the burst of its power further weakened the monster, soon killing it.

While this battle wasn’t as easy as before, it was still sharp and clean.

Support, defense, control, and attack coordinated perfectly, no matter how strong the Holy Temple was, it could only fall.

"The previous Holy Temples I encountered always started with [Revelation], why did this one charge directly?"

Lance stepped forward, discovering something quite intriguing.

The monster’s split chest and abdomen contained no eyeball, but rather, a mass of interwoven flesh.

Lance roughly understood; the Holy Temples guarding the altars were chosen by the Ancestor God, but these had no such ability.

After explaining, he retracted the Inflaming Talisman, a Church item with Saint’s power that Lance preferred to keep low-profile, the fewer people knew, the better.

Turning back to call his Honor Guard, he found they weren’t idle, having cut out another large heap of flesh, the flowing blood gathering into streams, exaggeratedly so.

If even the Holy Temple couldn’t withstand it, those antibodies, worm meat, and Flesh Hounds were even less so, until they encountered a brand-new monster.

An exaggerated giant tumor blocked the passage, or rather, it grew in the passage, merging the flesh with both the walls and the ground.

The main body was a twisted mass of flesh, covered in irregular holes like rotting flesh.

𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

An extremely conspicuous giant One-eyed eyeball sat at the front, not black, but a beast-like slit pupil, revealing a hint of consciousness.

Below the One-eyed eyeball was a large mouth full of sharp teeth, capable of swallowing a person whole.

Around it waved short and thick tentacles, unlike slender ones, resembling bacterial cilia wiggling arbitrarily.

Aside from the front, numerous black eyes of varying sizes grew chaotically, the largest head-sized, the smallest normal eye-sized, embedded in flesh holes, appearing exceedingly eerie.

Giant cell!

Within this behemoth, aside from antibodies, there were also physiological responses to invaders, though the giant cells were much stronger.

Beside the giant cells were antibody-like white cell stalks, distinguished by their color, one purple-black, the white cell stalks flesh pink.

Almost instantly, the giant cell’s huge One-eyed eyeball locked onto the legion at the front.

Fear gaze!

Malign forces weakened the legion immediately, their special physique unafraid of flesh corrosion, but their souls might not be so resilient.

"Take down the smaller ones first!"

This forced Lance to join the battle, though his memory blurred, he vividly remembered things that had tormented him.

The giant cell appeared powerful, but ultimately, was flesh; just a bit more effort could kill it.

But the white cell stalk was different, mainly aiding the giant cells or disrupting the enemy.

Though harmless at first glance, its most distasteful move, transportation, randomly teleports enemies elsewhere, removing them from the battlefield.

This would result in the squad being fragmented, losing direction and supplies, leading to a longer battle.

Lance had profited this deeply from firsthand experience of such despair, therefore, regardless, it must die!

During the legion’s control, Beggby rushed up, flinging the chain to control the giant cell.

Alhazred, too, raised his hand, summoning a crimson tentacle to lash at the white cell stalk; though it tore the flesh, it hadn’t completely killed it.