CHAPTER 364: CHAPTER 256: POWER OF FLESH AND BLOOD_3

He had lived too long. Surviving in this desperate world was hard. If he had turned to run away then, he probably would have lost the last of his humanity, living like a walking corpse with no meaning at all.

Tamara couldn’t even speak anymore. The overexertion had depleted not only her Spiritual Essence but also her already frail Life Force.

The shattered Crystal Ball fell from her hands. Upon touching the ground, it emitted a crisp sound and bloomed into a brilliant yet fragile crystal flower. The next second, however, the flower wilted into a shower of pieces.

Is it over...? She had spent the first half of her life running, never daring to stay in one place for too long. She was tired of that life of constantly hiding and fleeing; now, she could finally rest.

The monster’s attack missed. Emitting a roar, it moved to destroy these three annoying bugs. But then, three gunshots rang out abruptly from the darkness, followed swiftly by the sound of rapidly approaching horse hooves.

Out here in the wilderness and in the dead of night, this sudden movement jolted all three of them.

But could it be that guy who ran away just now?

Before they could contemplate further, a fast horse burst out of the darkness, charging at them without slowing down. The person on horseback, defying common sense, leapt high into the air.

Raising his hand, he drew an exaggeratedly large sword from the darkness and brought it crashing down onto the monster’s head.

The giant sword, whistling with the fierce wind, undoubtedly cleaved into the monster’s shoulder, opening a huge gash. Without hesitation, the man stepped on the monster to wrench the sword free, then flipped off its back to land on the ground.

The entire movement was very smooth, showcasing extraordinary physical strength and control over his body.

With such an exaggerated weapon, who could it be if not Lance?

His gaze was fixed on the monster. It would have had its head blown off if it hadn’t instinctively turned to dodge the strike. Still, the deep wound from shoulder to spine caused the monster great agony. Reddish Flesh sprouts could be seen rapidly forming, trying to pull the gaping wound closed.

He didn’t recognize this kind of creature, but its twisted Flesh made him instinctively alert.

Could this be another of the Master’s tricks?

Geralt’s attention was entirely on that sword strike. Who was this newcomer?

But before he could figure it out, the next situation confused him: the horse that had lost its rider was now trotting towards him.

Only when it neared did Geralt realize it was his own Radish. But hadn’t Radish been stolen just a moment ago? Why had it returned with someone else? He was confident he hadn’t mistaken his horse, but how had it switched riders so quickly?

As for the Nun and Tamara, both were in terrible condition. They could barely stand, swaying unsteadily, their minds too exhausted for thought. Their reactions seemed slow, as if they hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of that sword strike.

Possibly noticing their gazes, Lance turned his head to look at the other three: one in a Mercenary Suit, one in a Nun’s Armor Set, and one in an Exotic Outfit. All were dressed bizarrely, which indeed aligned with his impression of Transcendents, except...

"Tamara? What are you doing here?"

Lance focused on the woman in the Exotic Outfit. Despite her pale complexion and haggard appearance, he recognized her as the Romani he’d encountered on Totnes Rat Street.

This call made Tamara recognize the newcomer. After all, her current condition had a lot to do with this man; she wouldn’t mistake his face even if she were turned to ash.

However, she remembered that man’s powerful physique could even withstand petrification rays at close range. Maybe he really could...

"Watch out!" Tamara’s expression changed dramatically. In just those two or three seconds, the monster had recovered and was launching an attack at Lance.

The monster’s huge body made its every movement obvious. Lance had turned his head to look at the others, but he still couldn’t have missed the almost tangible killing intent emanating from the creature.

Among the three of them, even Geralt, whose Witcher physique had been enhanced through various rituals, couldn’t trade blows directly with the monster.

But this didn’t mean that Lance couldn’t.

Lance turned back, his giant sword swinging to meet the monster’s fist. No matter how twisted the creature was, as long as it wasn’t free from the confines of flesh and blood, it couldn’t overpower steel.

The Sword Blade tore straight through the grotesque fist formed of flesh sprouts, and Lance didn’t retreat a single step.

To stand his ground in such a confrontation showed Lance’s undeniably terrifying strength.

Both were of Master Rank, but Lance’s was certified by the system panel; his pure physical strength had reached such a level.

"Die!"

But this punch from the monster ignited Lance’s rage, and that roar carried a hint of temper.

It had nothing to do with Tamara being beaten to a pulp; the real reason was his own warhorse lying on the side.

He had recently been bogged down by heavy governmental affairs. Even when leading a team into the wilderness to clear out threats, he hadn’t had a chance to get his hands dirty. Now, he could finally unleash himself.

The giant sword erupted with terrifying power in Lance’s hands. Each strike that landed on the monster opened a visible wound, completely suppressing it.

Seeing Lance wield the giant sword and trade blows with the monster, Tamara’s tense heart finally eased a little. So strong... and he claimed not to know about Transcendents... Liar...

As soon as Tamara relaxed, she collapsed to the ground. Without the sensory dulling brought on by extreme tension, the consequences of overexerting her Spiritual Essence manifested in an instant.