Our Family Has Fallen

Chapter 1086: Chapter 602: Torment_2

It’s truly abstract.

That God of Pigmen was merely flesh and blood. The moment the Knight’s lance pierced through, the outcome was sealed; the rest was just its final wrath.

Once its last radiance faded, the whole God of Pigmen was essentially finished.

Only then did Lance stop blowing the conch, exposing the reality to the Pigmen.

For a moment, the frenzy-swinging Pigmen came to their senses, celebrating their victory. But in the next second, upon seeing the fallen Pig God in their hands, frantic screams of panic echoed throughout the space, reaching the peak of despair.

"Squee!"

The little pig in Lance’s hand let out a piercing wail.

The only goal left is to drive all humans away without leaving any behind!

The sound immediately captured the lost Pigmen’s attention, and their complex emotions converted into anger towards the invaders, whom they charged at Lance and his group.

The abrupt sound awakened not only the Pigmen but also the heroes, finally shaking them free from that inexplicable sensation.

"Hahaha!" Lance laughed out loud instead, pointing at the Pigmen, "Crush them!"

The continuous battles had long drained the Pigmen’s strength, while all the heroes were still conserving energy and biding their time.

Boudica immediately screeched and charged forward; she had been waiting a long time.

The others followed, easily halting the Pigmen’s momentum, all while Lance hadn’t even lifted a finger yet.

He turned his gaze to the little pig in his hand, spotting clear blade scars on its flesh, nearly flayed alive.

Lance could feel the hatred emanating from the little pig’s eyes; its intelligence was remarkably high, even comparable to the average human.

Such intelligence allowed it to witness the brutal battle between Pigmen and their deity, grasping the depth of suffering involved.

Still, it attempted to stretch its stubby arms to grasp at Lance, baring its teeth with a desire to feast on flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, the little pig was gripped by the neck by Lance with a strength that offered no room for struggle; the more it struggled, the brighter Lance’s smile became, like a sunny and cheerful young man.

"The hope of the entire tribe, eh? Too bad you’re not the protagonist, fated to be trampled by me, this alien force. The Pigmen tribe should be completely eradicated," said Lance with a smile, but his actions were ruthless as he snapped the pig’s paw with ease.

Its scream was heart-wrenching, driving the Pigmen to even greater madness. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

However, in front of the heroes’ defensive line, there was no breakthrough. They could only watch their hope suffer, evoking a sense of tragic heroism.

Lance, unhurriedly, broke all the little pig’s limbs until its cries no longer drew in more Pigmen, then finally slit its throat to grant it final release.

The Void Devourer descended. This little pig controlled the God of Pigmen for a special reason, and instead of spiritual essence, it released a stream of light, instantly merging with the flag on the ground.

It was not spiritual fluctuations. Lance almost forgot about the flag that had fallen to the ground.

Lance leaned down to pick it up. The flag wasn’t large, only about the size of a regular command flag, long stained with blood and shredded flesh.

A closer inspection revealed it truly was made from human skin as the flag face, with a bone polished to a glossy finish serving as the flagpole.

The power it contained seemed to enhance clarity of mind, streamlining thoughts, while also making the body more agile.

It matched the little pig’s definition; it was more intelligent than other Pigmen, and this little one was very nimble. If not for Lance’s overwhelming stats, it might have fooled him.

And now this power was extracted; the little pig almost felt like it embodied a protagonist’s journey.

Initially sculpted by an indescribable force, its body was naturally whole and unmarred, earning the claim of natural genius, later gaining favor from the tribe’s god. freewebnσvel.cøm

Sadly, disaster struck—an unexpected appearance of a powerful enemy led to the massacre of its tribe by foreign invaders, and it itself was drained of spiritual essence, reduced to a worthless pig.

Logically, the next step would be escaping with its life, inadvertently finding its way into a cavern, discovering an ancient (ancestor’s) ritual tome and an elder’s voice residing in its mind (still the ancestor).

With the elder’s assistance, it would defy heaven with several significant events. Never underestimate a poor little pig!

In the end, it would return to defeat the great demon lord, leading the tribe to prosperity and strength...

Regrettably, this was just a dying fantasy of the little pig.

In reality, it couldn’t escape, its unique power taken from it directly, while its people were slaughtered.

Meanwhile, Lance, labeled as the "antagonist" in this narrative, continued examining the flag as if realizing something, noticing a few crooked letters on it.

"Wilbur? It can even name itself; too clever, a greater sin, must die," Lance remarked.

It held no use for Lance, but it was still a valuable piece of extraordinary equipment.

The key was that this item had no negative side effects and was universally applicable, making it practically perfect.

A hint of relief finally appeared on Lance’s face.

The Pigmen’s only use was to become spiritual essence; otherwise, they were too polluted to even serve as fertilizer.

As the heroes fought fiercely above, Lance began sacrificing the corpses. Though this trip cost quite a bit, it was swiftly replenished.

Behind his leisurely sacrifices, the heroes persevered in their resistance, and on the other side, the battle soon came to a complete end.

Anyway, all Pigmen appearing here were slaughtered, not one left.

And everyone found what it truly felt like to delve into this Evil Lair.

However, Lance was not satisfied; he hadn’t brought them here to spectate. Now was the time to truly put them to use.

Raising his hand, he bestowed blessings to refresh their state, Flesh Reconstruction smoothed out their wounds, and he finally spoke:

"Everyone, take a break first. The Beast Lair Pigmen must be thoroughly cleansed; we cannot give them time to spread."

These Pigmen were too tribal; it was long overdue to eradicate them!

Now that the main force of the Pigmen had perished here, it’s estimated that 90% of the battle tasks were complete.

The surviving Pigmen wouldn’t organize an effective counterattack. Therefore, Lance planned to have them and the Honor Guard form a squad to complete the cleanup, finishing the remaining 10% of the battle.

He aimed to solve the Beast Lair issue in one go; previous engagements forced him to segment various problems.

No more wasting time, just charge ahead.

If they couldn’t win, they would call for the Lord’s support.

Even though they had received blessings to cleanse negative states, those who just fought a battle still felt some mental pressure.

Lance directly took out the music box obtained from the Bay, opening it to release a light melody seemingly endowed with unique powers to dissipate their built-up pressure.

And Lance approached Alhazred, presenting the Mystical Scholar with the Purification Coral.

"This should be able to assist you, use it for now."

With Alhazred’s connections to the Council of Fate, he accessed more remarkable items, and as a champion spellcaster, his belongings were top-tier treasures, refusing to carry ordinary ones since different equipment powers could conflict.

Yet the moment he received it, he felt something, so even his serious demeanor gave way to surprised expressions.

For any spellcaster, it was a good thing, as it could suppress spiritual agitation, resist external force pollution, with beneficial effects and no side effects.

"This item is too important," Alhazred’s words underscored its significance.

Lance already knew its importance, yet he still reminded him, "However, you also know Hamlet’s extraordinary item management ordinance. Your situation is quite unique, so I’ll let you retain it long-term. If any special circumstance arises, I’ll contact you."

Alhazred understood, as in executing assignments, ordinary consumables could be reimbursed, and weapon and armor repairs were also covered.

But the management of extraordinary equipment was much stricter since Hamlet’s extraordinary equipment was under regulation, documented with related test results and risk evaluations.

Assignments allowed applications, but available equipment depended on one’s status, usually requiring returns after task completion.

Now, the Lord’s perception of his difficulties altered the long-standing rules, this humane trust was indeed valuable, already quite gratifying.

With this equipment, Alhazred’s spellcasting ability was further unleashed, likely stabilizing many of his abilities.