Our Family Has Fallen

Chapter 1287: Chapter 703: Lighting the Way Forward (Part 1)

Lance didn’t hesitate to use exaggerated words to describe the terrifying enemies in the dungeon to them, not just the physical but also the powers that could easily destroy the souls of humans.

Originally, the team struggled to move forward due to the environmental impact, but the increasingly intense pressure made it hard to breathe.

However, Lance didn’t mind, instead, he continued to instill this fear, which even made Baldwin feel a bit strange, as the pressure uncontrollably escalated.

Just when it seemed that the oppression had reached its peak, Lance suddenly changed his tone, infusing his voice with an impassioned fervor, and the intense emotions erupted along with his words.

"But! I will walk ahead of you."

"Those guys can be hurt, and they can be killed."

"Hamlet has endured enough suffering, for our home, for our family and friends, for humanity, we must end this!"

These words seemed to ignite the Honor Guard, who were already on the verge of extremity, but instead of succumbing to torment, they shone with the brilliance of virtue under pressure.

"For Hamlet!"

A unified roar stirred everyone’s emotions.

Junia didn’t say anything, but her heart surged with passion, and her already firm gaze became even sharper.

To be honest, ever since Junia had accepted Lance’s ideological transformation and understood the difference between faith and religion, she began to practice her beliefs.

Having come to Hamlet around the same time as Amanda, though not very prominent along the way, she had always been fighting on the front lines, without a word of complaint about the hardship or fatigue.

She participated in some of the most dire battlefields, gaining Lance’s support, and absorbed the power from the holy relics through numerous battles.

Thus, her strength grew significantly, and although not a champion yet, she was not far from it.

Even Baldwin was somewhat shocked at the momentum unleashed by the Honor Guard, as such a force could not be defeated.

He witnessed a stark contrast in their state, one moment a bit somber and uneasy, the next they dispelled the shadow enveloping them.

He had commanded vast armies before, yet never found such purity.

Indeed, those Crusaders who went to the Holy War might initially fight for their god, naturally bursting with tenacious will.

Just like in the old days when the devout Reynard rose to the position of legion commander with just a sword.

But they became corrupted by slaughter and plunder, turning into brigands who pillaged and burned.

As for those who hadn’t lost their faith, like Reynard, they were abandoned, eliminated, ironically in the name of the Holy Light.

Lance didn’t think as much as Baldwin did; he simply wanted to motivate them, and the suppression was just a small trick in that course.

Because he realized the dungeon was too overwhelming for people like the Honor Guard, instantly exposing the difference in strength.

It wasn’t just a simple power gap, since they were already top elites, equipped with selected gear, not inferior to any Master.

However, willpower could not be quantified; their experiences did not match those of someone like Baldwin who had been through major ups and downs, honed to perfection—it’s a subtle state.

Thus, Lance began directly using some clever methods to inspire them.

Humans are such strange creatures; if you gain confidence by belittling the enemy, then their will collapses quickly in real combat, because they haven’t established a correct concept internally.

Conversely, if you consistently emphasize the fear of the enemy, a strong sense of courage will emerge when the enemy is defeated.

Indeed, Lance was brushing with virtue; when everyone is determined to face death, there is nothing to fear.

The reborn squad quickly traversed the path that had already been cleared, Lance initially thought cultists may occupy it again, or perhaps those disgusting flesh growths, thus he was cautious at first.

But after finding none of those chaotic scenarios, the team’s pace quickened with motivation, coming once again to the remnants of the Church’s camp.

"Back when Hamlet was plunged into catastrophe by the cultists’ ritual, this saint did respond, they entered here in an attempt to disrupt and seal the rite.

Unfortunately, they failed upon reaching here, but the items they left behind can help us solve some ensuing problems."

Lance didn’t bother explaining much about the Church’s tales, only briefly outlining the upcoming task.

"We need to retrieve those tools from within, it will be the focus of our sealing ritual."

"Saints!"

Lance’s words did not affect the Honor Guard, but Baldwin and Junia were struck, they looked upon the desiccated corpse enveloped by the light curtain with a born fear.

Only those who had contact with the Church understood the special significance the keyword [Saints] held, as it was even more prestigious than a Bishop, almost embodying the Holy Light itself.

Junia’s steel torch was said to have been used by a Saint once, but now before her was a real Saint.

Normally, even Baldwin would rarely see a Saint, and now it stood right before him, only with the added prefixes: failed, deceased...