Chapter 697 I Am the Flame 10

Although Lance had given her assurance, Amanda still felt a lot of pressure. After a long sigh, she took out an incense burner with a unique shape, which could be felt to be a supernatural equipment.

Although Lance was curious, he was not interested in his companions' things, and he would not rob everything.

Seeing Amanda light a stick of incense, the rising smoke seemed to have magical power.

After the complicated preparations were done, they officially began to crack. In fact, this is the true attitude of the supernatural people towards supernatural power. It is good enough for Lance to not die.

The swing of the pendulum of truth was getting bigger and bigger, but Amanda's hand did not shake. Lance knew that the power confrontation had emerged.

It's just that Amanda's strength is too weak, and it is difficult to shake the ritual.

Lance didn't waste any words and directly blessed Amanda, providing her with a steady stream of power.

Feeling the strong aftereffect, Amanda didn't care about holding back and exerted all her strength. For a moment, the space was agitated a little more intensely. Even Audrey could feel that something was wrong, because the blood mist was dissipating.

Suddenly, the bell stopped, and Amanda's movements were also stunned.

"Is it solved?" Lance noticed that something was wrong with Amanda.

"No..." Amanda's face was a little ugly. She looked up at the illusory blood mist in front of her and explained, "It was just isolation, not a real ceremony."

She worked so hard, but she only cracked the insignificant disguise. Being slapped in the face in front of Lance, Amanda's arrogant personality must be unhappy, it was simply a shame.

But what else can I say? Being able to crack the outer periphery is considered her strong strength.

If the cult priest was still presiding over the ceremony, she couldn't even break this, but she was all deceived just now, which was also good luck in some cases.

Lance stopped the blessing and turned to look at what was revealed by the disappearance of the blood mist, a familiar yet unfamiliar void curtain.

Lance had seen this kind of thing before when he was dragged into the chaotic space by the limp walker summoned by the saint. It was gorgeous and charming, like falling into the abyss...

Under the curtain was a limp walker altar that he had seen before, two tentacles twisted from unknown materials, and in the middle was a red energy sphere as big as a human head, like a core, with tiny void cracks constantly born and then dying in it.

But compared to the one encountered in the old house, there were a lot of twisted and corrupted flesh and blood clinging on it, as if they controlled the altar just like the parasites on the limp walker, and also to absorb the power of the limp walker.

The flesh and blood spreading from those altars entangled into a complex and strange flesh and blood ritual, which contained a variety of props, and there was a circle of stations outside the ritual, which should be the cult priests who presided over the ritual.

But they were all gone.

Lance didn't care about anything else at all. His eyes were fixed on the several strange-shaped offerings on the ritual, and his breathing became rapid.

An ancient scroll.

A detailed map.

A medicine bottle soaked in strange tissue.

A candle with tentacles as the base.

A tentacle puppet with a twisted and weird shape.

These five pieces of equipment are basically the same as the old ancestor's pistol, all revealing a strange but powerful aura.

And these pieces of equipment are connected to the altar of the limp walker through flesh and blood, and are suppressed by such a powerful seal, so it is no wonder that the limp walker is difficult to break free.

Lance observed those things and couldn't help but fall into thought.

What on earth needs these five powerful and special pieces of equipment, and needs to rely on the power of the limp walker to suppress it?

The thing is right in front of him, and Lance asked Amanda anxiously.

"Can it be cracked?"

Amanda was sweating profusely when she heard this. You think too highly of me. This kind of complex ritual may be studied by someone for a lifetime and still not be clear.

This is still based on a certain understanding.

But this ritual made of flesh and blood, and the limp walker's altar, is the first time she has seen it in her life, and she has no clue at all.

Lance seemed to understand something, but he didn't make things difficult for her. He turned to the limp walker and gestured.

"It hurts a little, you have to bear it."

Before the limp walker could understand this sentence and react, Lance had already made a move, black armor appeared on his hands, and he reached directly into the ritual to take out the equipment.

There was no doubt that he was blocked, and the flesh and blood on it was entangled with his hands as if it had come alive, and at the same time wanted to swallow the equipment into the flesh and blood.

But Lance had no intention of holding back at all, and he actually forcibly tore the ritual covered with flesh and blood apart to destroy the ritual.

At this moment, Amanda and the others hadn't reacted yet, but the limp walker screamed as if he had been severely injured.

Lance didn't care about so much, and dug the equipment out of the flesh and blood, but at the same time he turned back to give the limp walker two treatments, so as not to kill him.

When the five pieces of equipment were forcibly dug out of the flesh and blood by Lance, the relationship between the flesh and blood ritual and the limp walker, which had lost the support of the key props, was difficult to maintain.

Lance was no longer polite and reached out to grab the altar of the cripple in the middle, but found that it was heavier than he thought, or that the flesh and blood were so sticky that he couldn't shake it for a while.

But this made him more competitive, and he immediately stood firmly and pulled the altar upside down. The muscles in his arms trembled and his back bulged high.

"Kou!"

In that roar, the brutal force directly pulled it out of the entanglement of flesh and blood, completely ending the connection between the two.

Lance held the altar high in one hand, and tore the flesh and blood entangled with his own with the other hand, and sacrificed it with the backhand. The void swallowed it and completely wiped out the power of the ritual.

At this time, Lance looked back at the limp walker who fell to the ground. The injury stopped, but it was not as expected.

At the same time, he could feel the limp walker's complicated eyes staring at the altar in his hand. At this moment, he seemed to think of something.

The altar is the lifeblood of the limp walker. Whoever controls this altar controls the limp walker. If the ancestor can do it, then I can do it too.

Lance raised the altar and looked at it, and felt more and more the splendor and temptation of the core of the void...

The limp walker's eyes shifted to Lance, and the light and dark eyeballs seemed to be able to feel its nervousness.

Lance actually resisted the urge to control, brought the altar to the limp walker, and handed it over.

"I know what this is, but you shouldn't doubt me."

He then activated the flesh reconstruction and saved it from serious injury.

Lance's idea was simple. The ancestor had to use the ritual power and five legendary equipment to control it. He couldn't waste so many resources to restrict it, or he didn't have the ability.

And the limp walker finally broke free from the shackles. If he was controlled again, the relationship would be broken, and the foundation he had invested so much in the early stage would disappear.

Lance didn't want to fight another meaningless battle with the limp walker. Whether he won or lost, he would weaken his own strength and might even incur the hatred of a powerful demon.

The enemy now was still the ancestor, and everything had to give way to this goal.

The damage caused by the destruction of the ritual just now was healed, and the limp walker's condition improved rapidly. It was difficult to understand the feelings of a void demon, but there was no doubt that Lance's decision moved it, and its tentacles grabbed the altar.

At this moment, the two of them each held one end of the altar, and completed a "world famous painting" through the altar. Unfortunately, except for a few witnesses, no one could record this scene.

Lance took the initiative to let go, but the Lame Walker didn't think so much. The two thickest tentacles wrapped around the two ends of the altar and then exerted force.

The unknown metal material that Lance had pulled with all his strength just now was twisted directly under the tentacles of the Lame Walker. The next second, he heard a crisp sound like glass breaking.

The energy body in the middle of the altar shattered and released a terrifying power. In an instant, countless tentacles stretched out to wrap the released power. Just a little power leaked from the gap could make the space turbulent.

Standing in front, Lance felt how terrible the power of the Lame Walker's imprisonment was. He just saw with his own eyes that the space at the core position was even annihilated.

The turbulent flow on the periphery was accompanied by a strange power that kept washing away. If Amanda and other extraordinary people approached, they would probably be twisted in an instant.

Sure enough, even if the Void Demon can communicate, the power leaked casually can pollute humans. Only a freak like Lance who is protected can bear it so unscrupulously.

After a moment, the energy storm dissipated, and the real complete Lame Walker appeared again.

There are not many changes in the body or appearance, but the power that is as deep as the void and unconsciously radiates can make people feel terrifying pressure.

It is like a spellcaster whose spellcasting ability is restricted, so he could only fight with physical strength before, but now his spellcasting ability has been restored.

This is a very mysterious feeling, which cannot be described, but there is no doubt that the limp walker has completely broken free from the shackles.

The first thing the limp walker did when he recovered was to lean over to Lance again. Now this action is full of oppression and aggression.

"Congratulations."

Lance was calm and casual, and his posture seemed to be really congratulating him, without worrying that the limp walker would break the agreement.

The limp walker did not attack Lance, but stretched out a strange-shaped thing from the tentacle.

It was a strange-shaped thing that was recast by the altar by the explosive power... It was too thick to be called a staff, and it looked more like a war hammer.

The two tentacles that were originally one above and one below were bent and twisted into a twisted shape, with a streamlined crank that was thicker and thinner.

The crimson energy sphere formed by the power of the void still exists, held by two hands on the left and right as a hammer head.

Lance felt its terrifying power when he took it. It was made by the limp walker with the power that just exploded. It was a slightly rough but powerful warhammer - [Void Annihilation]

From the name of this equipment, it can be understood that it is an armor-breaking artifact. Everything that the hammer head touches will be annihilated by that power.

But Lance was more concerned about an extra feature on the panel when he took this thing.

[Covenant: Void Limp Walker]

Lance understood that this thing was not just a warhammer, but also a prop for summoning the limp walker.

Lance raised the warhammer and looked at the limp walker and nodded slightly. Neither of them spoke, but they seemed to know what the other meant.

The limp walker was reborn, and after giving Lance an explanation, he had no intention of staying.

The limp walker suddenly raised his head and roared horribly. He looked at the tentacles on his body and trembled with all his strength.

The echo of collapse!

What was even more terrifying was that the power contained in the sound wave directly tore the space apart, and a familiar void crack appeared. It seemed that even the special environment of the dungeon could not restrain its footsteps.

This actually aggravated Lance's worries, because how could the ancestor catch it and imprison it for so long?

No one could answer these questions for him, but the limp walker pointed his tentacles at the void curtain constructed by the ritual to extract its power at the last moment before leaving.

Then the space was filled, and the limp walker completely disappeared in front of Lance. If it weren't for the large area of ​​blood mist that had not been filled yet, Lance would probably have thought it was a fantasy dream.

After all, the covenant between humans and void demons was really abstract...

Without thinking too much, Lance picked up the unique warhammer and came to the curtain, swinging the warhammer and smashing it.

The spherical hammer head seemed fragile, but in fact, nothing could touch it at all, because the annihilation force field lingering around the periphery was enough to destroy everything.

Only the material that can survive the explosion in the void can withstand the power of the void. Lance felt that the wolf fang would be in trouble if it touched it.

Without the maintenance of the ritual, the black curtain was directly broken with just one hammer, and what was revealed was actually light.

That's right, it was the light shining through the blood mist. Lance also subconsciously raised his hand to block it. After two or three seconds of adaptation, they finally saw the scene in front of them clearly.

Because of the cover of the blood mist, everyone's vision was not very good. In addition, the space was large enough, and no one thought that there was still a part hidden here.

Now that those rituals have been broken one after another, it can be seen that there are a lot of sundries here, boxes and barrels, and books and scrolls scattered on the ground, which looks like a camp.

One of them is similar to the small altar where the holy scriptures are placed in the church. There are several candles of different lengths on it, which are not burning, and this is not the source of light.

And the most attractive thing is the several figures of different shapes sitting cross-legged in the camp. They are long-decayed corpses, and no breath of life can be felt on them.

But these people all burst out with strong and pure holy power, and the field they supported saved the camp.

Holy Land!

Lance had seen Junia use this trick with the help of saint relics before, and these people also had obvious church attire, and the light source came from the power of the ritual.