Our Family Has Fallen-Chapter 602 - 365: Glory Entrance_2

Wang Cai's fight with the One-Eyed Wolf King had also taken a turn for the worse. Although he had consumed the same potion, his bloodline was still exhausted. The brief recovery he experienced quickly faded, sending him crashing back down. Pinned directly to the ground by the One-Eyed, it bit down on his neck.

The interrupted ritual resumed, and the last bit of power, tainted with strangeness, was extracted, taking with it his already frail life force.

Wang Cai once again felt the terror of death...

Grendel was in no position to protect herself, watching the soldiers who stood before her fall one by one, her heart completely filled with the pressure of despair.

Is it going to be like last time? Could this time be the same...

But this time I won't choose to flee.

Grendel seemed to make a decision, and the expression beneath her mask suddenly calmed.

Last time I chose to run because the situation was hopeless; the tribe was slaughtered, and I had to survive, carrying the burden of vengeance.

But not this time. The one who can fulfill my will and take revenge on the Fang Tribe has appeared.

As long as I die, that man's hatred for the Fang Tribe will deepen even more.

I'll stake my own life as a chip for revenge, intending to drag the entire Fang Tribe down with me.

This might seem absurd, but I inexplicably trust that man.

Because he has kept all his promises.

Lance had given her the Witch's legacy. Coming from the Deerhead Tribe herself, she had managed to research some special things from that information.

It was originally just a precaution; I never thought I'd have to use it today.

"Fools! You have no idea who you've provoked! Wither away..." Grendel muttered, reaching into her pocket. But a gunshot interrupted her.

The Warwolf, who had been charging, suddenly jerked his head; his movements were disrupted, and he uncontrollably came to a stop. When he turned his head, an injury appeared at his temple, blood streaking down his cheek.

Fortunately, the distance of over a hundred yards greatly reduced the bullet's kinetic energy. Coupled with the Warwolf's abnormal physique, the impact wasn't powerful enough to do serious damage.

The Warwolf touched the blood on his face, looking somewhat surprised. He couldn't help but look up ahead. A silhouette of a man, one-handedly steadying a gun on horseback, appeared in his line of sight, rapidly closing in.

Grendel, of course, noticed as well. She only glanced back once, and the pressure that had been building in her heart abruptly diminished.

Because that man had arrived!

The newcomer was naturally Lance. He didn't need the preparations the cavalry did, nor did he spare his horse's strength; he had galloped all the way and finally arrived at this moment.

However, the scene before him filled him with rage.

Damn it! I was nice enough not to trouble you, and you actually came looking for me first!

What's worse, why did you have to come now of all times and wake me up?

And you killed my men!

Everyone in Hamlet is my bargaining chip against the Ancestor. This directly violates my bottom line! Just thinking about this made Lance's simmering rage boil over.

The horse beneath him seemed infected by his mood and became more restless, not even needing the whip to quicken its pace.

A hundred yards or so were covered swiftly by the horse's charge. As he drew near, he abruptly pulled the reins, causing the warhorse to neigh loudly.

With a single glance over the horrific battlefield, Lance raised his hand without a word.

Flesh Reconstruction!

The Lord's mighty power descended upon those men.

Blood gushed! Limbs stretched!

The soldiers, who had been lying on the ground with various injuries, suddenly began to react. Those with lighter wounds even stood up straight.

Even Death had to show the Lord respect; those on the brink of it also escaped its threat, though they still suffered some aftereffects of excessive blood loss.

"How dare you kill my dog!" Lance roared, noticing Wang Cai lying on the ground.

Its body was riddled with countless wounds—some already scabbed over, but with fresh ones too, some even dry of blood. Lifting it, he found its head hung at an unnatural angle; the vicious bite marks on its neck had pierced through.

Death? Lance scoffed internally. Death itself would have to stand and offer me a toast in its presence!

[Flesh Reconstruction]! The wounds on its body visibly healed without leaving a single scar.

[Bless]! A warm current surged within. Its heart, which had just stopped beating, now thumped once more, and its brain began to show reflexes again.

However, Wang Cai still showed no reaction. Lance frowned slightly but couldn't concern himself with that for now. He laid it back on the ground and shifted his gaze to the Warwolf.

Lance's sudden appearance tore the battlefield apart. The soldiers pulled back, reforming their ranks around Lance, while the Barbarian warriors and the white wolves gathered around the Warwolf.

This choice by both sides slightly eased the chaotic situation, leading to a direct standoff.

However, as soon as Lance arrived, all his soldiers seemed to burst with vigor. Even the injured recovered; those on the brink of death were pulled back.

(Glorious Entrance: All allies on the field receive the buff [Hamlet Must Win]—pressure eased, recovery initiated, morale boosted, critical hit chance increased...)

In contrast, the battered remnants by the Warwolf's side had almost bled dry. If not for their secret techniques forcibly keeping them going, they would have collapsed long ago.

It could only be said that the combat will of these Barbarian Tribes was truly tenacious; even now, they hadn't crumbled, instead glaring viciously at Lance.

Lance also sized up the Warwolf. Size often meant strength, and this Warwolf was over two meters tall, with a broad, powerful build like a bear; his power was evident to anyone.

"He is the Warwolf, the chosen champion of the Fang Tribe. His strength is even greater than last time," Grendel whispered, moving closer to Lance to warn him.

Upon hearing this, Lance recalled that their last meeting was when her tribe was being slaughtered. To overcome such a psychological barrier and persist until now... she must have been under immense pressure, he thought.

"Don't be afraid. Even if I can't beat him, you're still here with me, right? The two of us even took down the Witch. Besides, do you think my strength hasn't grown?"

Lance's words instantly reminded Grendel of their seamless coordination during the battle against the Witch, dispelling the pressure born from her current anxieties.

"Be careful." Grendel reached out a hand towards Lance, and the familiar scent of flowers and herbs that had once appeared enveloped him, invigorating his spirits.

However, this intimate gesture between the two enraged the Warwolf. He could not stand it any longer, raising his Battle Axe and roaring.

"Get away from her!"

Lance had learned foreign languages from Boudica, so he could understand most of what the Barbarian said.

Noticing his reaction, Lance recalled the foolish things this fellow had done in the past. An amused expression flickered across his face as he deliberately pulled Grendel into his embrace.

He leaned in, taking a deep breath. The pleasant floral scent filled his nostrils, soothing the agitation from being abruptly woken.

Then he looked up, smiling at the Warwolf. "With your deceptive facade, no wonder Miss Dai'er isn't interested in a cur like you."

Even without those words, his actions alone were enough to ignite the Warwolf's rage.

A furious roar burst from him. He snatched up his Battle Axe and charged, his target obvious to all.

Seeing this, Grendel's heart tightened, her body involuntarily tensing.

"It's okay, I'm here," Lance sensed her unease and spoke softly to reassure her. But he didn't linger, decisively letting her go.

"Kill every last one of these Barbarians," Lance said, his gaze sweeping over the enemy warriors as he casually issued the command.

"Lord!"

"Hamlet must win!"

"I feel the Lord's gaze upon me!"

The warriors on the field, galvanized by their Lord's command, fanatically charged the few remaining Barbarian warriors.

Meanwhile, Lance kept his gaze locked on the Warwolf. The casualness on his face was gone, replaced by a measure of gravity.

It's one thing to talk big, but only a fool would truly underestimate the Warwolf.

Lance also charged forward. As they neared each other, the Warwolf attacked, his Battle Axe swinging with full might, creating a thunderous sound. Lance, no longer holding back, summoned [Giant Slayer] and met the blow with a full-force sword strike.