Our Family Has Fallen

Chapter 1286: Chapter 702: Departure (2)

"Isn’t sleeping a rest tonight? I’m going to focus my energy on the dungeon," Lance said bluntly, his will as strong as steel.

Whether or not he was tired, they had already fought their way into the dungeon; it was like having your pants halfway down. Even if you wanted him to stop, it was impossible, because his heart was already set.

He didn’t like moving at night, plus notifying others required time for adjustments. Otherwise, he would have acted right away.

Grendel knew she couldn’t persuade Lance, but she wasn’t someone to just go along with everything. She had her own temper.

Lance’s disregard for his own well-being displeased her greatly, and her usual gentle demeanor was gone, replaced by a clear sign of discontent.

In reality, Lance felt somewhat wronged; using a normal person’s constitution to measure him was the biggest abnormality.

Unlike those who stepped into the realm of the legendary transcendent by relying on all sorts of bizarre powers.

Every breakthrough I, Lance, achieved in my current state has been due to countless hardships. It’s all thanks to my own hard work and struggle!

Now, even a bless cannot enhance his constitution, which speaks to truly reaching the human limit.

It’s the ultimate in every aspect, the most perfect human body, even surpassing the ancestors.

For him, sleeping or not no longer mattered, as his recovery was faster than his consumption, like a battery that charges more than it discharges, meaning it’s always fully charged.

Lance thought it necessary to discuss the disparity with Grendel and break her fixed impressions.

"You know how strong I am, so why...?"

As Lance approached and embraced Grendel, about to say something, Boudica barged in, stunned by the scene.

"What are you two up to?" She walked in with the door open, her eyes somewhat nosy.

Lance didn’t mind and even joked, "See, Boudica looks quite spirited, not as miserable as you said."

"Get some good rest, hmm~" Grendel showed no intention of staying, raised her hand to push Lance aside, and left the room directly.

This made the situation somewhat awkward, and Boudica waited until Grendel left before complaining to Lance.

"Haha! Boss, you’re screwed; the big sister is angry."

"I feel like you should worry more about whether I’m angry..."

As Boudica laughed, that calm voice sounded like a soul harvest, scaring her, making her turn her head sharply. Seeing Lance’s gloomy face, the smile on her face instantly froze.

"Haha... I’ll be going now."

Boudica could only force a laugh and prepare to make a hasty exit, but Lance wasn’t about to let her off that easily.

"Stop, come back."

The two short words made Boudica pause, and when she turned back, there was no longer a smile on her face, only bitterness.

So it’s me who’s screwed...

Nothing could stop the sun from rising, just as nothing could prevent Lance’s plan, no matter what unexpected events occurred.

In Hamlet’s morning, a team was assembling.

Baldwin, fully armed, wore a set of ancient empire-styled armor. Its brass color did not imply softness; on the contrary, the extraordinary power endowed it with unimaginable toughness, much like its owner.

The broken sword was held in his hand, a mask covered his face, and the whole person slightly lowered his head, exuding a solemn and respectful aura.

Junia was also called back, still wearing her simple nun’s outfit beneath armor, holding a steel torch in one hand and a holy canon in the other.

The determined expression on her face, full of strength like the morning sun; she wasn’t a delicate nun but a combat nun.

An Honor Guard team of five was called back from the ruins; they were ready to go, wherever the Lord directed them.

"Let’s go, we’ll talk on the way."

In fact, fifty soldiers had just retired from the front lines of the ruins. Prolonged fighting left them somewhat fatigued, but they weren’t there to fight; they were there to replace the marines on guard.

Although it seemed insignificant, Lance knew Hamlet’s wealth would continuously attract those with ill intentions. The sea vacuum brought by eliminating the previous batch of pirates was over, as there was ample time for them to enter the surrounding seas of Hamlet.

Without Totnes’s exaggerated navy, it was still necessary for their naval forces to show up at the port to deter some pirates and serve as a warning.

There’s no denying that Hamlet’s navy had rapidly developed under the support of those pirates; at least, they never lacked ships, and now they quickly arrived at the secret bay dock.

For confidentiality reasons, it was everyone’s first time at such a strange place, but the order was impeccable, with so many people and not a hint of chaos.

No one asked where the Lord was taking them; even if it were hell, they’d willingly follow.

Military maneuvering was naturally the officers’ responsibility; Lance only needed to give them clear commands and tasks.

Baldwin, Junia, and an Honor Guard team entered the old mansion’s hall.

"I’m saying this for the last time: the upcoming mission is terrifying. You won’t even need an enemy to drive you insane, so if anyone wants to back out, I won’t blame or mock you, because it’s not something you should bear."

Lance’s usual casualness was gone; he solemnly said these words, yet no one retreated; they were far more determined than Lance anticipated.

Loyalty!

Sensing their conviction, Lance’s typical calmness shifted to a ferocious smile on his face.

"Then steel your faith, and let us charge into hell!"

Without much further ado, Lance led the team down; surprisingly, they didn’t see any cultists running out. Passing through the ancient passageway, they reached the Door of Oblivion, which had a scarlet rift; everyone was momentarily shocked.

The mysterious great door, the evil aura it exuded, the ominous red glow...

"Let’s go; the real shock is still ahead."

It was only after Lance urged them that they quickly snapped back to reality and followed along.

Passing through the Door of Oblivion, they were immediately engulfed by intense discomfort, not even having a chance to observe their surroundings, that physiological discomfort almost driving them into severe weakness.

Especially the Honor Guard, more affected than Baldwin and Junia.

Lance wasn’t surprised, as strength and willpower determined one’s resistance to corruption; the weak couldn’t bear it.

But standing behind them was Lance.

He directly pulled out a horn and blew it, simultaneously granting a bless to everyone.

The abnormal physical sensations were quickly smoothed over, while their resolve was rekindled by the sound.

They hadn’t even seen the enemy yet; how could they possibly fall?

"Body as firm as iron, my heart like steel!"

One person’s shout quickly received responses from others, followed by orderly chants. Under the terrifying will, the Honor Guard quickly adapted.

The Honor Guard had a trait: with the Lord by their side, their will was unbreakable.

In contrast, Baldwin and the others, one being a legendary, the other with a holy relic’s sanctuary, although initially falling into strangeness, quickly adapted under the power of the bless.

However, when looking around, they couldn’t help but express wonder.

"Such evil beneath Hamlet!"

"Are we in hell?"

"Hahaha! I’ve broken out of hell once before; entering now feels like coming home."

Lance could even laugh at this moment, his confident and relaxed demeanor undoubtedly eased their pressure.

"Come on, let me properly introduce you to the magical little spirits in my home."

Lance truly led them along as if showing them his home, walking on well-cleared paths, introducing them to those "hell demons."

Frenzied Cultists, Priests of Ascension, Witch of Ascension, Heretic Priests, and of course, those disgusting flesh growths...