Chapter 1298 - 707: Lighting the Path Ahead (Final) (2)

Chapter 1298: Chapter 707: Lighting the Path Ahead (Final) (2)

Barin’s frenzy can resist death, simply put, it’s a fight to the death, and if he doesn’t die, he’ll fall into a long period of weakness.

But in front of Lance, these are all nonexistent. Almost within two or three breaths, Barin fully recovered. Except for the pit left by the largest Bone Spur pulled out from his chest and the flowing blood, it was hardly visible that he was injured.

"The monster is heavily wounded! Finish it off!"

Lance commanded the scene. The team that was originally in a crisis quickly stabilized under Lance’s leadership. As long as there wasn’t a sudden death, he could quickly pull the team out of a desperate situation. This is the charm of Supernatural Power.

On the contrary, that Holy Hall warlord had an arm severed by Barin’s counterattack and tail cut off by Lance’s sneak attack. When attacked again, the guy had hardly any strength to resist, and soon died under a chaotic barrage of blades.

The battle slightly calmed down; Lance sacrificed the corpses on the ground, then summoned back those trusted aides, and once again found the altar of the Iron Crown, igniting the Hands of Praise.

Although it was expected, when that commotion came, it was still difficult to suppress the fear.

The deafening roar and writhing flesh inexplicably made people feel insignificant, as if they were inside some indescribable giant beast.

But Lance couldn’t bother with so much, quickly starting to cut and sacrifice the flesh to replenish the consumption from the earlier battle.

The team, after a brief rest, quickly continued forward. They didn’t have much time to waste and had to destroy that ritual as soon as possible.

In yet another battle, they encountered familiar Heretic Priests and Frenzied Cultists, but it was the hidden proliferations in the flesh-infested room that were the nastiest.

These independent-minded flesh proliferations had different forms: one was previously separated from the chaotic terror demon, with short tentacles mostly, and the main body a chaotic mass of various shapeless flesh confusingly fused together.

The other had already surpassed simple deformed flesh appearances, with thick long tentacles as the main body, and even more and larger eyeballs, seemingly suggesting a stronger consciousness.

Just like one being a malignant proliferation, the other a benign proliferation.

The benign proliferations didn’t like attacking humans as the malignant ones did; they would cling to collapsed stone pillars, or attach themselves to Flesh Monsters for protection, and can provide Strengthening and healing, very troublesome.

However, before so many people, although a bit troublesome, they were soon cleaned up.

"Lord, found this!"

Amid cleaning the flesh, the group found a satchel in the room, Lance couldn’t help but quickly go over, rummaging out some chaotic things, most importantly a handkerchief with a familiar mark.

The familiar breath on it was undoubtedly another piece of equipment left by the ancestor.

As for the function, the handkerchief could stop bleeding and resist disease, which was consistent with its inherent purpose; Supernatural Power also follows rules.

But Lance didn’t pay much attention to this; the current situation couldn’t be controlled by just one or two Extraordinary artifacts, especially a support item.

The group began to clean various attached flesh at the scene, then faced moving forward again...

At a room’s doorway, Lance suddenly stopped, took out a map and gestured to the group.

"Did you notice, this dungeon’s layout seems symmetrical, meaning the last core location should be just ahead."

They followed a full-map sweep principle, generally leaving no unexplored places, coupled with Lance always recording the dungeon’s terrain, which precisely allowed them to discover some situations.

And now, the route map he depicted indeed showed symmetry, based on the previous discovery of two Iron Crown altars, the last one should be in the room ahead.

"Let’s move, Lord!"

"Let’s do it!"

"Destroy the evil ceremony of those monsters."

Having reached here, Lance would surely act even without urging, lifting his hand to signal, "Per usual, we’ll go in first, you keep watch."

No intention of more unnecessary talk, pulling out a few bottles of Holy Water for them to drink to increase resistance, then led the team inside.

As their footsteps advanced, the view in front dispelled like a fog of war, the team entering startled the enemies guarding the altar.

It turned out to be two Holy Halls, a protector and a warlord, both spread wide their giant belly oculars towards the team at the outset.

Revelation!

Despite possessing Inflaming Talismans, the appearance of two Holy Halls here still harbored an oppressive atmosphere.

When there’s one, it could be stalled, then clear minor enemies, then justly gang up.

But two...

"Boom!"

The revelation didn’t yield much reaction from them, yet this loud boom directly startled others.

Instinctively turning heads revealed a classic scene, a cannon beside Lance, still smoking from the muzzle.

When the group reacted and looked at the two enemies ahead, the Holy Hall warlord was directly hit by a cannon shot.

Originally looking quite savage, unexpectedly got halved from a single cannon shot, chest’s flesh-bone entirely shredded, if aimed a bit lower it would’ve even blasted that big eyeball.

"Damn, missed the shot!" Lance cursed quickly loading, just hurried just now, also to seize the monsters’ flaw when using [Revelation] that liked to halt.

Moreover, since both sides hadn’t engaged directly yet, it was the best moment, otherwise, once fighting, there’d be no chance, as Holy Halls react quickly, melee would draw teammates in, only having the chance just now.