Chapter 1449 - 778: Eagle Flock’s Legacy

Chapter 1449: Chapter 778: Eagle Flock’s Legacy

"Why are you all looking at me like that? You don’t think that thing would affect me, do you?" Lance noticed their strange gazes and found it amusing, but he explained nonetheless.

"The book left by that cult leader is indeed a contaminant, but it wouldn’t affect me. However, it did remind me that enemies in this world aren’t that simple, and to be wary of pride and arrogance."

Lance raised a hand to reassure the group, while also cautioning them about the dangers of this world, advising them to quickly distance themselves when encountering contaminants.

At the same time, he began to instruct them to organize manpower to clean up the city, which essentially meant calling people to loot the city quickly.

Those cultists have no interest in money or other resources, so it benefits them, and everything will be placed into the public treasury, or where would the funds come from for clearing, repairs, and settling the refugees outside?

As for whether this would cause any negative effects?

Lance said he didn’t know. When Hamlet’s Army defeated the cultists to reclaim the city, it was like that, and he knew nothing more.

Let the evil cult suffer again, they can bear the infamy.

Those who knew Lance well relaxed when they saw that his first reaction upon regaining consciousness was "collecting junk," understanding that he was truly not affected.

Earlier, others had been quite scared. After the Lord punched that cult leader and then picked up a book from the ground, everyone could sense that the thing was off.

More terrifying was that after opening the book, the Lord fell into a daze, his expression shifting between contemplation, laughter, seriousness, and even unease, changing as if trapped within.

Fortunately, the Lord seemed fine now.

After covering up this incident, Lance completely ended that battle, glancing back at the group.

Coming in had triggered the cultists’ fierce resistance, likely because they thought Bruce was leading an assault on the city, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Then they encountered the Honor Guard and heroes’ heavy assault. Who were these people? How dare they charge in?

Unquestionably, those cultists were slaughtered, even if some spellcasters hurled sorcery at the group.

The normally mind-twisting, sanity-breaking power, when falling upon those guys, instead unleashed even greater madness as they shouted nonsense and charged forward.

No choice, with the Lord present, the morale boost was overly exaggerated, as if they had a courage aura, devoid of fear and pressure, not to mention torture, only virtue, leaving the cultists with no chance to fight back.

Lance didn’t even bother to make a move, just following behind and refreshing their status and healing them, while incidentally blessing the Honor Guard with the spiritual essence gained from sacrifices.

The cultists quickly realized these were not Bruce’s forces and started running. Evidently, after their ancestor was gone, the lower-level cultists weren’t completely twisted and still possessed fear.

Clearly, the higher-ups wanted to escape, but how could they escape Lance’s perception? The flow of that corrupt aura was incredibly clear to him.

Once Lance marked a target, he wouldn’t let it escape, and without a word, he charged in, fighting his way through until he caught the hidden leader.

Then the battle commenced, with Lance engaging the leader, forcing the cult leader to call upon followers for protection, ironically gathering them.

Others cleared the riffraff. With some of the population having fled, given the recent warfare and even mutual cannibalism among them, there were at most ten thousand, with maybe several thousand left, no one knew exactly.

Anyway, it turned into a flesh mill, cultists constantly charging in and fighting.

Under the influence of Flesh Sorcery, those cultists devoured corpses to recover, even transforming into more twisted monsters.

But here there weren’t only the newly chosen seeds, but also Reynard and other legendary figures, as well as powerful spellcasters like Grendel.

Lance intentionally tested them, and it became their trial for officially joining the Honor Guard, and it was clear they succeeded.

Injuries didn’t matter, not collapsing did. Willpower was key against extraordinary contamination.

And now it was over, and the Honor Guard’s strength had grown from average elites to masters. Honestly, the spiritual essence provided by these cultists was just that, but multiplied by thirty, it became formidable.

Though not as strong as the first batch of Hamlet Champions, they were a truly terrifying force in reality. If the Earl had such a team, he might have long completed the unification of Bastia, without being held back by nobles.

As for...

Lance’s final gaze fell upon Bruce, seeing the traces of battle on him, clearly showing he hadn’t slacked off during the fight.

"Bruce, according to the habits of those cultists, you should be prepared."

As for Bruce, he thought he would die at the hands of those cultists, ending this tragedy entirely.

But unexpectedly... even at this moment, he was confused whether all this was real.

The others began busying themselves according to Lance’s instructions, conducting more thorough cleanups, and Bruce was pulled back to reality by these words, recalling he had unfinished matters.

His first thought was to head to a spot on the battlefield, where in front of him lay a flesh monster now withered into a mummy.