Our Family Has Fallen

Chapter 1264: Chapter 691: I Am the Flame 7_2

Initially eager to besiege the Chaos Terror Demon, but suddenly turned around and was violently assaulted by this move, throwing everyone into panic.

The situation really took a sharp turn for the worse...

Just as Lance suspected, this monster from the void is absolutely impossible to control by the Ascension Sect.

But those people never considered, why would a Heretic Priest, who is typically responsible for hosting various rituals, appear here?

In other words... is it possible... that the ritual the Heretic Priest was responsible for was actually controlling the Chaos Terror Demon?

And now that the Heretic Priest has been killed, does this also mean that the Chaos Terror Demon has lost its final restriction...

No one knew this speculation, but the Chaos Terror Demon has already given the answer.

After emitting a crumbling echo, this guy’s first move wasn’t to eliminate these enemies like Lance, but rather to act against those parasites attached to itself.

Tentacles aimed at itself, deeply tearing, those hooked claws slicing away attached corrupted flesh as if they were sickles, then swinging tentacles to discard them.

However, the torn, twisted flesh did not die out in a pile of sludge but instead began to squirm, devouring the sticky flesh, then moving to find new hosts.

They reached out little tentacles to grasp at something, then dragged themselves over.

Or they simply leaped around like fleas, full of elasticity.

Some wanted to return to the Chaos Terror Demon, writhing towards it in its indistinguishable self-harm or self-rescue.

And some targeted the nearby unlucky Audrey, inching towards her, ready to jump at her face when close enough.

”Bang!”

At this moment, a muffled slap echoed, the proliferative growth attempting to jump at the face was smacked away by a shield.

It was Lance arriving with a shield, and although his condition was not great, clearly the recent attack hadn’t breached his rationality.

Many might fall into panic and confusion, but not this person, at least not today.

Lance raised his hand to Bless and refresh the state of everyone, but the surrounding things were in abundance, swatting one away and another stretches a few tentacles from the flesh to grasp.

Lance raised his shield to block, but the tentacle adhered to the shield’s surface, and the body followed the contraction of the tentacle flying over.

”Bang!”

Another slap sounded, as the thing stuck to the shield, Lance slammed it to the ground, directly smashing it into a pulp.

Sacrifice followed, and Lance didn’t care about those fragments, looking at the surrounding proliferative growth, he just grabbed Audrey and dragged her back, away from the bizarre scene.

Bless could only dispel negative effects for them, but the pressure from fear accumulated in the heart couldn’t be easily dismissed.

Lance watched as several people fell into torment, immediately pulling out the whistle to play a soothing, leisurely tune, instantly pulling people from a hellish Dark Dungeon to a sunny beach.

It was as if the rhythm of the waves was hitting the ears, causing the tense nerves to relax, the pressure accumulated from fear dissipating, or at least easing, allowing them to regain clarity.

”You are now a true warrior, you won’t succumb to the fear within your heart.”

Lance’s call brought an epiphany-like effect to Boudica.

Boudica was the first to break free from the fear in her heart and come to her senses, perhaps her experiences were simple enough, leaving her with only that one regret.

Now she is a true warrior, even Lance had to acknowledge her.

”This is Hamlet, no one here is worth fearing.” Lance extended a hand to hold Amanda’s trembling one, pulling her out from that unease.

Amanda was quick-minded, which also meant many complex emotions intertwined within her, Lance didn’t need to know more, just provided her enough sense of security.

As for that Audrey guy, she didn’t even need Lance to wake her up because her thinking was very abstract.

Perhaps she had already constructed her own theory in her heart, she wasn’t responsible for anything, naturally no guilt or anything like that.

The responsibility lies with you!

Frightened earlier, but quickly recovered now that she was out of danger.

And Lance wasn’t willing to waste effort on her, instead, he observed the bizarre scene happening with the Chaos Terror Demon.

The Chaos Terror Demon wanted to excise those growths from its body, but how could flesh so intricately linked be easily removed?

As long as a little was left behind, the wound would quickly be filled with new malignant growths, its insanity was complete suicide.

Tentacles threw those corrupted flesh everywhere, soon the dug-out corrupted flesh coalesced into growths attaching everywhere.

Some that were close by wanted to return to parasitize on the Chaos Terror Demon, while those that were too far away lay in wait in those dilapidated sculptures, waiting to parasitize.

The ”counterattack” of the growths began, reaching out tentacles towards the Chaos Terror Demon, as long as they touched any part, the main body would immediately pull itself over and begin parasitizing.

And this would only increase the number of growths on the Chaos Terror Demon, truly terrifying!

This scene was eerily similar to when Amanda was attacked before, contact the flesh and begin parasitizing.

Lance inexplicably thought of the tumors on the Frenzied Cultists, could this be the origin of the Frenzied Cultists?

Quickly, Lance also realized something, the Chaos Terror Demon’s struggle began as the Heretic Priest died, and Boudica took those twisted flesh as a weakness, constantly attacking to indirectly relieve the restraint of corrupted flesh on Limping Walker.

But unfortunately, even so, it’s difficult to escape, Lance watched the Chaos Terror Demon that was tortured into a frenzy of self-harm.

The most important part is, it revealed the true nature of those things lurking in the Dark Dungeon, a type of parasite was slowly devouring the host’s flesh, replacing it with its own cancerous growths.

But Lance has always been ruthless, once realizing the Chaos Terror Demon was resisting corruption, he immediately had another thought.

Could it be turned?

Tortured so badly by the ancestors, if he could liberate it, it might not let the cultists who imprisoned it go easily.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, as long as it could cause trouble for the ancestors, Lance didn’t mind the hassle.

Lance has always been bold to think and act, immediately blowing the whistle towards the Chaos Demon.

But he knew the strength of this thing was immense, Lance wasn’t trying to directly control it, but to negotiate with it.

”Limping Walker, I’m here to negotiate with you!”

Lance fully unleashed the [Enchanting Voice], transmitting his complex consciousness through the whistle, expressing that he could help it remove the corrupted flesh, but for now, it needed to calm down.

The Enchanting Voice that easily influences ordinary people was enhanced by the whistle was very powerful, you didn’t see earlier how just a sentence from him could pull people out of torturous despair.

But applying it to the Chaos Demon appeared somewhat difficult, causing it to let out a howl.

In the life-and-death situation, there was no way for it to trust any human, let alone the fact that these guys were just attacking it.

Lance could feel its conveyed pain and struggle, and for a moment, he was quite helpless.

Trying to tame a mad beast is difficult enough, let alone a Void Demon.

But difficult as it was, Lance wasn’t deterred, on the contrary, he took even bolder actions.

Because the Chaos Demon just demonstrated that it had self-awareness, that it could be communicated with, although an ordinary person might be frightened to death by sound, who was Lance?

He even dared to step forward, continuing to blow that whistle, transmitting his consciousness.

I’m here to help you, we’re the ones who helped you get rid of the priest, we’re the ones helping you clear the corrupted flesh...

It’s only fair to say Lance played without any awkwardness, not winning became not wanting to hurt you, killing the priest to clip wings became saving you, and slicing the tumors off you became to relieve the control over you...

The chaotic battle was directly twisted by Lance into—Rescue Private Rick!