Our Family Has Fallen

Hamlet.

"Hmph! He still wants to retire?" Lance sneered, complaining to Grendel, casually tossing aside the letter.

Walter also knew his actions were somewhat sensitive, so he planned to retire and spend time with his family.

But Lance definitely disagrees with the idea of escaping with family whenever something goes wrong; squeezing labor out of such slippery members of the Surrender Faction is where they truly belong.

Besides, Lance currently has no one as capable as Walter to manage a city well and maintain the channels effectively.

Since it’s still working well enough, Lance is too lazy to bother, otherwise, does anyone really think Lance has a good temper when there’s no value?

But now, these are just peripheral trivialities. Lance is more focused on how the preparation for the operation is going, turning to look at Grendel.

"We’ve already used the legion to divert the adventurers’ attention into the ruins..."

Lance swiftly handled various emerging conflicts over the past few days; the forceful actions made them feel the Lord’s authority, thus calming them down.

Similarly, after the supplies were transported up, the frontline corps has also begun operations, truly engaging in large-scale confrontation with the Skeletons.

The red mist’s cover coupled with the Extreme Darkness is troublesome for the legion, which is why Barton didn’t recommend action.

Nevertheless, this is practice for the troops; it’s in such extreme interference that issues can be detected. With no intention of truly attacking the ruins, drawing enough attention is sufficient.

At the same time, leveraging the legion’s actions to lead them up, the legion actually circled around under the concealment of dimness and reached the naval dock.

"However, dispatching so many scholars and Honor Guards, won’t it cause problems for the town’s situation?"

Grendel stated this because Lance intends to bring Alhazred, Beggby, and the entire Honor Guard over.

"The army is the key to deterring them; one or two Transcendents won’t have a big impact on the situation, better to place them in suitable positions."

Lance said this and looked at Grendel, indicating, "Is the stuff I want ready?"

In response, she took out a potion and handed it over, but inside it were many dust-like fine particles.

This was unweakened spores of Gangrenous Fungi. Lance had seen the terrifying sight of it crazily devouring flesh and constantly sprouting mushrooms. If the spores were not weak and directly exploded, the farm could turn into a mushroom-filled death ground.

And it’s obvious why Lance wants this from Grendel today.

Lance has prepared, if the dungeon situation spirals out of control and there’s really no other way, to turn the Flesh Dungeon into a mushroom garden and then burn it down.

Damn, it’s like blowing up with the ancestors!

But those are extreme measures; Lance prefers a more prudently consuming approach.

Since everything’s prepared, Lance has no intention of lingering further.

"That thing is not hard, just disgusting, don’t worry."

Lance left a message to soothe Grendel, then a carriage quickly sped out of Hamlet.

Boarding... entering the hanging warehouse... Following the familiar process, Lance led everyone back to the old mansion.

Except this time, there were far too many people, fifty Honor Guards, plus ten corps members, along with Alhazred and Beggby.

The seemingly chaotic team quickly arrived before the Door of Oblivion under Lance’s leadership.

The leaking terrifying aura filled those people with intense unease, but for Lance, who had entered several times, it felt like coming home.

Ancestral spirit, here I come!

Some of the aides who had previously entered also showed discomfort, but their will overcame fear, stepping into the dungeon again.

Loyalty!

The most bewildered was Beggby, who didn’t even know how he ended up here.

Who am I? What am I doing here?

Having come this far, there’s no turning back, so they followed the main force directly through the gate into the dungeon.

Sure enough, they all experienced various abnormalities; Lance didn’t give them a Blessing to refresh their state but waited for them to adapt.

When Lance had gone back to meet the police and army, he actively used [Flesh Reconstruction] to heal the injured, later Blessing those who performed excellently in this Extreme Darkness mutation.

The most notable among these was the Cavalry Squad, which received the most Blessings as they took on the most dangerous tasks at the frontline. Though there were casualties, most returned alive, which was already quite remarkable.

Some police officers and heroes also received rewards, enhancing their strength to stabilize the situation.

Apart from this, he also gave out a large amount of honor and rewards, clear distinction between rewards and punishments is the kingly way, those who play political tricks are nothing but jokes in front of actual benefits.

But Lance didn’t give the Honor Guard members any Blessing, not because he thought they harmed the Cavalry by deepening into the ruins, nor blamed them for the excessive consumption of resources in rescue actions.

It’s because his mass Blessing was aimed at consuming the accumulated Spiritual Essence, and then bringing the Honor Guard over to harvest the ancestral field.

Now he’s truly squeezed out every drop of Spiritual Essence.

𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Everyone present wasn’t a weakling, and soon adapted.

The first two levels had been cleared once; Lance led the team to quickly go through them, meanwhile introducing various Flesh Monsters roaming inside the dungeon.

Although referred to as levels, it should be zones because Lance can feel the height difference isn’t much; what truly segregates them is the extent of the flesh spreading.