Chapter 976: Chapter 550: My Power Surpasses Yours! (Part 2)

Unfortunately, the Missionary did not offer Lance any surprise; although he also mastered the Power of Flesh and Blood, the feedback given couldn’t upgrade Lance’s Flesh Reconstruction.

"Penniless wretch..."

Lance cursed disdainfully and turned back to

The heretics are not afraid of death because it is a sign of Ascension; they will not truly die but return to the side of god to await the final Ascension.

But they fear losing the chance for Ascension, which is more terrifying than death.

When they found out their companions killed by Lance were being swallowed by the Void, they began to retreat.

They could not feel the gaze of god; apparently, even heretics are unwilling to make meaningless sacrifices.

The will of the heretics is being tested...

Unable to comprehend the situation, those heretics suddenly decided to give up on the attack and fled in disarray.

Their sudden escape, combined with the chaos, instantly made the scene chaotic.

But Lance had waited for them for so long, how could he allow them to escape?

Immediately, he swung his sword and began a massacre while shouting.

"Wang Cai, attack!"

At Lance’s summon, a massive wolf emerged from the Void, lunging fiercely at the surrounding heretics as if the distance between them didn’t exist.

The gigantic wolf’s head snapped at the twisted and mutated soul from the heretic’s body, tearing and devouring it in a few bites.

Wang Cai’s killing silhouette roamed on the outskirts, continuously devouring the souls of those heretics.

Meanwhile, Lance drew his sword against their backs, killing them one by one.

It seems that he is the only one capable of truly breaking the heretics.

From the surge of uncovering the dark curtain to the scattered fleeing after the collapse, the process took less than half an hour.

The heretics took almost a day under the organization of the Missionary to gather heretics from the underground wilderness.

Then... couldn’t withstand it for even half an hour and collapsed.

Lance halted his massacre, watching the scattered heretics flee into the wilderness without too much concern.

Heretics escaping is unavoidable; after all, there are so many people here, and it’s hard to stop them from dispersing and fleeing.

However, fleeing into the wilderness does not mean safety; the night is still long...

Lance immediately returned to clear the remaining corpses of those heretics; hundreds of heretics died here. If a battle were to occur in the wilderness, it’s possible that even two to three hundred fully armed professional soldiers couldn’t handle it.

But here, Lance alone killed them all.

It can be said that after today, most of the power of the Ascension Sect in the wilderness has been eradicated.

Lance actually considered letting those heretics completely inside and then closing the door to attack them, but upon discovering the overwhelming dark curtain, he realized there were powerful Spellcasters.

So he changed his mind and selected the battlefield at the entrance, capable of advancing or retreating in defense.

Throughout the battle, he made efforts to sacrifice the bodies, not giving the opponent the chance to use them for spellcasting.

In reality, Lance was also afraid of problems; outside, even if the Missionary came up with something fierce, at least there were high walls to block it.

If they were really let inside, and trouble occurred, the consequence would be the lives of hundreds at the outpost.

Lance is angered by the old ancestor who let Fishmen raid his home, but he’s not a fool.

He wouldn’t risk other people’s lives because of his emotions.

Simply put, they can die, but they must die with value, not consumed because of emotions.

Excluding all emotions, making decisions based solely on interests, this is the quality a leader should show.

Lance picked up the broken sword on the ground, filling the ragged Full Body Armor with blood and flesh, returning to the outpost.

"We held the outpost in the face of the heretics’ wave-like attack." Lance walked up to the people, raised the broken sword, and shouted.

"Hamlet Must Win!"

After a burst of cheers, Lance did not intend to stop; he didn’t even mind the bloodstains he disliked and immediately called a few people to assign tasks.

"Tomorrow’s demobilization is canceled; arrange personnel to guard the outpost now. Logistics will operate according to normal plans, and half the medical team will return to town after dawn..."

The events at Hamlet forced Lance into action without space and time for procrastination.

The wounded scheduled to re-enter the battlefield tomorrow now remain at the outpost; Lance straightforwardly further healed their injuries.

The main force was besieged in the wilderness by the army, the Missionary here was slain, and a large number of heretics were killed, significantly weakening the Ascension Sect’s power in the wilderness; Lance did not believe the old man could conjure up a new group of people to attack out of thin air.

The outpost’s crisis was resolved, but the mission was not yet complete.

"The fleeing heretics must be exterminated, or it will disrupt the frontline plan."

After giving some instructions, Lance left the outpost alone.

Setting foot into the wilderness, activating Bloodhound Tracking, the surrounding scents entered his nostrils, with the smell of blood and the stench of heretics clearly prominent.

Lance had his reasons for letting some heretics go; he needed an excuse to leave the outpost.

Meanwhile, these escapees would lead him to find more heretics.

"Hunting time has begun..."

Lance murmured softly, then ventured alone into the wilderness.

On the other side, Margaret and others could only watch Lance’s figure disappear into the darkness from atop the high wall.

"This guy didn’t even leave me some samples." Paracelsus complained and then turned away.

She had tested a lot of new things earlier and initially planned on doing some research, but Lance cleared all those "experimental subjects."

With Lance’s departure, Laura gradually calmed down, though the excitement beneath her cloak and hood had not fully dissipated, leaving a blush of completion on her face.

Standing beside him while fighting inexplicably provided a strange sense of security, a feeling of only needing to output fully without worrying about anything else.

In that feeling, it was immensely satisfying to shower arrows, releasing all the pressure accumulated over time.

Finishing with a sense of satisfaction, she turned to leave and sleep.

Margaret was somewhat bewildered; she had interacted with some Transcendents in Hamlet and understood the magical aspect of this world.

But witnessing such absurdity for the first time.

The only thing certain is tonight’s scene required Margaret to slowly digest.

Veterans came up to take over the city defense, and apart from a few flickering flames, the outpost soon fell into silence again...

Hamlet Coast.

No matter how persistently the waves crashed, they couldn’t cleanse the blood that seeped into it.

Even the sea breeze struggled to dispel the nauseating stench permeating the air.

Most human limbs were collected on the coast, while piles of Deep Diver corpses were stacked like a small mountain beside them.

In the faint moonlight, remains of all kinds could be seen—twisted bodies, horrifying fish heads...

Everything here tells of the horror of what happened.

Even though Lance learned about this battle from Grendel’s mouth, she herself had arrived late on the scene, so she only reported a small portion of the ending.

Lance wasn’t sure of the specific battle situation, but he could feel the dire state from the fact that only one-third remained here; according to Grendel’s description, the whole coast was densely packed with monsters crawling up, numbering no less than a thousand.

But they managed to hold the line, and Baldwin, along with his fellow heroes, played a vital role; yet the main confrontation was fought by ordinary people.

Using their lives, they kept those monsters at bay on the coast, preventing them from ravaging the main Hamlet.

It was a shame the old ancestor timed it too well; had Lance been there, not a single Fishman would have escaped!

Lance sensed something, suddenly turning his head towards the coast, his expression slightly ferocious as he uttered a low growl.

"If you dare come, I dare kill; my blade has never been blunt!"

The sound of his words, filled with hostility, even seemed to weaken the sound of the waves crashing, seemingly feeling the overwhelming pressure, more suffocating than the deep sea.