Boudica, on this side, ate until she was full and then went to sleep. Although it's normal to be sick, why did Lance feel like he was raising pigs?
But just as he walked out of the room, Lance seed to notice sothing, and couldn't help but turn his head to look.
An eerie spiritual restlessness, over there... was it Amanda?
Lance was about to go over and take a look, but after taking a few steps, the disturbance disappeared, causing him to stop in his tracks.
What are these Transcendents up to?
He didn't have the hobby of prying into others' secrets, especially after just finishing a mission; he didn't want to disrupt their lives too much. Since the disturbance vanished, he might as well let her be.
The power of these Transcendents cos from strange things. The more intense the inspiration, the more things they co into contact with. They don't have the Sanctuary.
If they are obedient, it's fine, but once they are addicted, they beco more unstable, and Tamara had warned him about the existence of Heretics.
Lance felt that they needed to designate a specific area to accommodate Transcendents; otherwise, it would easily involve ordinary people.
But when Lance returned to the Lord's Mansion, soone was already waiting for him.
"Scholar, is there a problem? I think you need to eat so food and then have a good sleep."
Lance looked at his haggard appearance; it was no different from when he returned, even worse. How could that be?
"I haven't slept in many years," Alhazred slowly shook his head. Ever since that incident, he dared not let his consciousness relax, let alone sleep, he relied on ditation to restore his spirit.
Sleeping had long beco a luxury, he had almost forgotten what it felt like.
But he didn't co for these things, it was his ditation that made his thoughts clearer, thus resisting the erosion of the Corrupting Wind.
"I don't know why, but the evil power suddenly intensified; a force of corruption is spreading in a more exaggerated way."
What?
Originally feeling smug because of the gains from this trip, Lance was instantly shattered by these words, stunned.
Damn it! I was busy in the Beast Lair for days, and still haven't touched a bed.
I thought I weakened the old ancestor, but instead, he got stronger?
Sitting idle and getting strong?
You old bastard, are you cheating?
Lance's emotions began to stir, and the pressure soared.
But he quickly cald down, starting to think about what happened?
The only possibility for the old ancestor's strength to increase was large-scale death. Where in Hamlet could such a thing occur now?
Is it because the Saintess was killed, and the Ascension Sect couldn't stand it, so they organized a counterattack?
The Heretics seed to suffer heavily surrounded by the Honor Guard but contracted rapidly; was it just a guise?
With the redeploynt of the Honor Guard, frontline defenses weakened, wouldn't the outpost be attacked now?
"Explain in detail about the sudden enhancent of the power, what is the situation?"
Guessing blindly was aningless, he needed more information to help judge the situation.
"At first it was hard to detect, but it beca stronger, like a Corrupting Wind blowing from this direction, weakening the boundary of reality, accelerating the corruption of the evil power."
Alhazred spoke obscurely, but he indicated a direction, and Lance instantly understood it had nothing to do with the outpost.
Because the outpost was to the north, and he pointed southwest.
There, it was the old road leading outside from Hamlet, could it be an accident in Ovando City?
Lance had just dealt with the secret report sent by Vick's convoy, and Walter indicated Ovando City's situation wasn't optimistic, likely to erupt into large-scale unrest, hence the new plan.
But even adding the communication ti, only a few days had passed; Vick probably hadn't managed to control the situation yet?
With the situation unclear, even if he sent soone to Ovando City at full speed, it would take three days for ssages to return, before then he wouldn't know what happened.
Faced with this, all Lance could do was hope they could preserve themselves.
The situation is getting more and more chaotic...
Although his own control range wasn't affected, it was still acceptable.
But going into the Beast Lair to fight Pign and Heretics to weaken the old ancestor's power, only for teammates to screw up in no ti, wasting days of hard work in less than a day.
Who could he vent this grievance to!
That feeling of wanting to kill the enemy but being powerless was deeply painful, so disappointing.
But he turned to comfort Alhazred instead, "Don't worry, I'll handle it, evil won't crush us."
"My lord, you are the backbone of humanity."
Alhazred naturally felt the intangible pressure, as the strengthening of evil power ant the world leaned closer to destruction.
Yet the man in front wasn't crushed but revitalized himself quickly.
Even he couldn't help but admire, this person's will transcended the body.
Within this body was a powerful soul!
Lance heard this and smiled sowhat helplessly, waving his hand to deny, "What can I do alone? Those of you who chose to stay are the true backbone of humanity."
His words weren't just politeness, because Lance knew the old ancestor aid to devour everything to beco a god; he didn't want to beco part of that twisted flesh, so he had to act.
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