Chapter 706 Lighting the Way Ahead (1)

Lance did not hesitate to use exaggerated words to explain to them the terrible enemies in the dungeon, which could easily destroy humans not only physically but also spiritually.

The team, which was originally affected by the environment and had difficulty moving forward, was almost suffocated by the increasingly intense pressure.

But Lance did not care. Instead, he continued to instill these fears, which made Baldwin a little strange. The pressure could not be controlled.

As if he had felt that the depression had reached its peak, Lance suddenly changed his words, and his tone was also passionate, and strong emotions burst out with his words.

"But! I will go ahead of you."

"Those guys will be injured and can be killed."

"Hamlet has suffered enough. For our homes, for our family and friends, and for that human being, we must end it all!"

These words seemed to detonate the guards who were already close to the extreme, but they did not fall into torture. On the contrary, they showed the glory of virtue under pressure.

"For Hamlet!"

A uniform roar aroused the emotions of everyone.

Junia didn't say anything, but her heart surged, and her already firm eyes became even more fierce.

To be honest, she began to practice her beliefs after accepting Lance's ideological transformation and understanding the difference between faith and religion.

She came to Hamlet at about the same time as Amanda. Although she was not very conspicuous along the way, she has been fighting on the front line, never complaining about hardship or tiredness.

She has basically participated in some bad battlefields. She has not only received Lance's support, but also digested the power of the holy relics in one battle after another.

So the growth of strength is also very considerable. Although she is not the champion now, the difference is not much.

Even Baldwin was somewhat shocked by the momentum of the Royal Guards, because such an army could not be defeated by anything.

He saw with his own eyes that the status of these people showed a strong contrast. They were a little depressed and uneasy in the last second, and the next second they directly dispelled the haze that enveloped them.

He was also a person who commanded thousands of troops, but he could never find that kind of purity.

That's right, the Crusaders who went to the holy war may have fought for their gods at the beginning, and naturally burst out with tenacious will.

Just like the devout Reynard who killed his way to the position of legion leader with a sword.

But they were slaughtered and plundered and corrupted, and had long since become bandits who burned, killed and looted.

And those who have not lost their faith were abandoned and eliminated just like Reynard, and what's even more funny is that they were in the name of holy light.

Lance didn't think as much as Baldwin did. He just wanted to motivate them, and suppression was just a little trick.

Because he realized that the dungeon was still too heavy for the guards, and the strong and the weak were instantly distinguished.

It was not just a simple difference in strength, because they were already top elites, and they were wearing the selected equipment on their bodies, which was not inferior to any master.

But the will cannot be described by numbers. Their experience is still not as good as Baldwin's ups and downs. This is a very mysterious state.

For this, Lance directly began to use some tricks to motivate them.

Humans are such strange creatures. If you gain confidence by belittling the enemy, their will will soon collapse when they really fight, because they have never established a correct concept in their hearts.

On the contrary, you constantly create terror for the enemy, so when you kill the enemy, you will have strong courage.

Yes, Lance is brushing virtues. When all of them are determined to die, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The reborn team quickly walked through the passage that had been cleared. Lance originally thought that there would be cultists reoccupying it, or those disgusting flesh and blood creatures, so he was a little careful in the first half.

But after finding that there were no messy situations, the team's speed also accelerated in encouragement and came to the remaining camp of the church again.

"When Hamlet was triggered by the cult's ritual, the saint still responded. They entered here and wanted to destroy the seal of the ritual.

But unfortunately, they failed when they got here, but the items they left behind can help us solve some of the next problems."

Lance did not want to explain too much about the church to them, but simply explained the next task.

"We need to take those props from inside, which will be the focus of our sealing ceremony."

"Saints!"

Lance's words did not affect the guards, but Baldwin and Junia were shocked, looking at the mummy covered by the light curtain with a look of fear.

Only those who have been in contact with the church understand that the keyword "Saint" has a special meaning for them. In the church, it is higher than the bishop's status, and it is simply the human body of holy light.

The iron torch in Junia's hand was said to have been used by a saint, but now in front of her was a real saint.

Normally, even Baldwin would hardly see a saint, but now it was right in front of him, except that he had to add a few prefixes in front of the saint, such as failed, dead...

"If even the saint can't do it... how can we succeed?"

"Too scary! The holy flame is becoming pale and blurred!"

Lance didn't expect that just this one shot would penetrate the will of the two. He wanted them to find a way to unlock the seal, but this scene suddenly caught him off guard.

Lance cursed in his heart: Damn! People from the church are really unreliable. Isn't it just the death of a saint? Is it that serious?

People who engage in religious beliefs have this shortcoming. Their will is very tenacious in some aspects, but once it is broken, they will retreat instantly.

In fact, Hamlet also has this style, but they don't believe in the church, but in the lord.

Don't think that these guards didn't react at all, that's because their "god" is fine. If something happened to Lance, their will would probably collapse instantly.

So Lance doesn't like this kind of heroism, because he is not a hero and doesn't like to be put on it, like a statue of a god.

Reason and dialectics are the weapons he left for those people. Unfortunately, people nowadays are all the underlying logic cultivated by the church. They like to be simple and rough, and not many people can understand these.

Lance is also helpless about this, and he also understands that if he wants to change their ideas, he can only start from the next generation.

But now we can't let them collapse, they are still waiting for you to work.

He immediately spoke into the expressions of the two who were about to collapse.

"They are waiting for us not to let you cry without seeing an enemy!"

"So we have to help them complete the task and inherit their beliefs."

"The body can be killed, but the spirit will last forever!"

Lance roared and shouted a few words in a row before he stabilized the minds of the two.

Yes, the glory of the saints is still shining, and the spirit cannot be killed.

Our mission is to complete what they have not completed.

Both of them are men of firm mind, and they quickly stabilized under the encouragement of Lance.

"If they fall, we will come. If we fall, someone else will come, whether he is a saint or not, and whether I am a lord or not. It has nothing to do with religious beliefs or class, just because we are for humanity!"

And Lance was not willing to be praised by the saint of the church, even if he did do something in the past, but Lance had his own interests.

However, he did not rudely eliminate the merits of the saints, but very cleverly used the concept of "humanity" to encompass the glory that originally belonged to the saints.

In front of the big concept of humanity, the heroic attributes of individuals are infinitely blurred, and Lance also uses this to highlight his own importance.

The struggle for discourse power hidden in a short sentence may be seen by the old thing Brother Martin, but both Baldwin and Junia have lived in Hamlet, not to mention that they are all taken care of by Lance.

Especially, Lance was almost a rebirth for Baldwin. He was the only one who pulled him out of the quagmire and understood him.

Under that filter, even the king's political sensitivity could not help but be impressed by the lord's slogan.

But those guards reacted faster than the two of them. They had already waved flags and shouted for the lord without hesitation.

"For the lord!"

"For Hamlet!"

"For humanity!"

Let's not talk about other things. Anyway, the momentum was enough, and humans would be affected by the environment, especially when their emotions fluctuated strongly.

Their psychological support was not only faith, but also the lord.

That's right, for humanity.

"Let me do it." Junia stood up and walked directly into the holy land.

Lance didn't dare to touch the area around the saint because he felt the power in it. He could naturally destroy it rudely, but the problem was that he wanted to get the saint and the other three legendary strongmen's things intact.

Also, he thought that the ancestor was trapped because of his contribution, so he chose to leave after considering conservative considerations.

Now that Junia was put on the big hat of "for humanity", she didn't care about anything else and reached out directly.

When the two came into contact with each other, there was no reaction at all and they passed through so easily, even she herself was a little surprised.

"What does it feel like?"

"Warm, hot, as if... the power of holiness is flowing in my body."

Lance knew that he had made the right bet. The saint left these things for future generations, and the only people who could pass through the holy land were those who came out of the church and were also full of holy power.

But the situation soon got out of everyone's control, including Lance, because the originally calm situation turned out to be unexpected.

At the moment when Junia crossed the holy land, the corpse of the saint sitting in the middle spontaneously combusted, and Junia was pulled into the air by something as if she was out of control, and a strong and dazzling light burst out in the next second.

No one knew what happened, because that moment blinded everyone, even Lance did not react, even if he subconsciously closed his eyes, it was still white-hot.

But the surging energy fluctuations could be felt even without looking, as if they were all set on fire like the scorching sun.

But the strong fluctuations brought by the power weakened instantly, the time was too short, for ordinary people it was just a moment, only Lance could catch the abnormality in a short time.

But it didn't matter. When he activated his ability to clear the negative state, he opened his eyes again and found that Junia was suspended in the air, emitting a bright but not dazzling light all over her body, her eyes were glowing, and the iron torch in her hand was ignited by an unknown force, so vigorous that it could even suppress the erosion of the blood mist.

"She seems to have obtained the power of the saint."

Just now, Lance also refreshed the status of his teammates, and everyone reacted.

In fact, Lance could feel Junia's fast and powerful breath without Baldwin telling him, and he was a little curious about it. Is this considered inheritance?

But suddenly Lance felt something was wrong, because Junia's seemingly calm state was broken, instead pain was crawling on her face, and her suspended body was twitching slightly.

"What's going on? Will this happen to the inheritance of the church?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen this kind of situation in the church..."

Baldwin certainly noticed Lance's doubts, but he didn't know either. Although he became a king who led the church at that time, he had never seen a saint, and the church personnel active there were more military.

But the situation soon worsened, and the light on Junia's body fluctuated, and she fell directly from mid-air with different brightness and darkness.

Lance didn't care so much and rushed up to catch it. It was not very obvious at a distance just now, but when he got closer, he felt something, and his expression was suddenly a little terrified.

The breath belonging to Junia was fading quickly, and the strange breath was constantly increasing.

Not to mention that he had seen so many works of immortal heroes, and he had seen it when treating the parasitic demon of disorder, Lans reacted immediately.

This is a fucking hammer inheritance, this is fucking taking over the body!

"Wake up! Can't sleep!" Lance shouted hard, without any hesitation.

Blessing, start!

Lance is not lacking in spirituality at all now. When the power of blessing rushed in, the troubled Junia received familiar support.

The lord is calling me... This is the power of the lord...

I can't sleep yet... For the sake of mankind...

The consciousness that was originally like an oil lamp about to run out did not go out, but stubbornly persisted, and even quickly sprouted resistance under that power.

This is not a battle of one person. In front of Lance's vast power, even the saint has to give in.

A flash of light was driven out of Junia's body, but before she could escape, a big hand reached out.

"Touch my people! Die!"

Lance usually doesn't swear, but when he does, it means he's done it.

People can't catch light, but what about the void?

Sacrifice! (End of this chapter)