Lance's words instantly filled the few people who were suffering with momentum.
Inspire!
And now the Lord is right behind us, what is there to fear?
They had long since abandoned life and death, so they were fearless and charged forward, vowing to slay this Evil God for the Lord.
The ancestor could not just sit back and watch, pointing at the dark ritual that appeared, and it instantly fell on Dismas who was charging the fastest.
Futile!
At that moment, the eerie power of the curse entangled Dismas, quickly declining his state, even fogging his mind. Various negative emotions attacked his rationality, not only halting his movements but also pushing him towards madness.
The curse personally cast by the ancestor was more terrifying than any sorcery they had encountered before, but Lance couldn't just watch; you're not the only one who can do it.
Bless!
