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Our Family Has Fallen

Chapter 818 - 473: If You Do Not Abandon Me · Oct 30, 2026

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801 Chapter 801 - 464: Deepening Corruption (2) 2026-10-30
802 Chapter 802 - 465: Thus—The Pact Is Sealed! 2026-10-30
803 Chapter 803 - 465: Thus—The Contract Is Sealed! (2) 2026-10-30
804 Chapter 804 - 466: Do You Think Spiritual Essence Ascension Is Worth It? 2026-10-30
805 Chapter 805 - 466: Do You Think Spiritual Essence Ascension Is Worth It? (Part 2) 2026-10-30
806 Chapter 806 - 467: Lance Has Gone Mad, Planning a New Ascension 2026-10-30
807 Chapter 807 - 467: Lance Has Gone Mad, Saying He Wants to Create a New Ascension_2 2026-10-30
808 Chapter 808 - 468: Artilleryman’s Stage Achievements 2026-10-30
809 Chapter 809 - 468: Artilleryman’s Progress Stage 2 2026-10-30
810 Chapter 810 - 469: Seizing Military Command 2026-10-30
811 Chapter 811 - 469: Seizing Military Power (Part 2) 2026-10-30
812 Chapter 812 - 470: The Heart of Bastia Known to All 2026-10-30
813 Chapter 813 - 470: The Heart of Bastia Is Known to All 2026-10-30
814 Chapter 814 - 471: How Fragile the Will Is Before Material Temptation 2026-10-30
815 Chapter 815 - 471: The Will Is So Fragile Before Material Things (Part 2) 2026-10-30
816 Chapter 816 - 472: Where Is My Magic Wand? 2026-10-30
817 Chapter 817 - 472: Where’s My Magic Wand? (2) 2026-10-30
818 Chapter 818 - 473: If You Do Not Abandon Me 2026-10-30
819 Chapter 819 - 473: If You Do Not Abandon Me_2 2026-10-30
820 Chapter 820 - 474: Pacifying the People 2026-10-30
821 Chapter 821 - 474: Pacifying the People (2) 2026-10-30
822 Chapter 822 - 475: No One Gets Away! 2026-10-30
823 Chapter 823 - 475: No One Escapes! (Part 2) 2026-10-30
824 Chapter 824 - 476: Bastia’s Military Forces 2026-10-30
825 Chapter 825 - 476: Bastia’s Armaments (Part 2) 2026-10-30
826 Chapter 826 - 477: Looters 2026-10-30
827 Chapter 827 - 477: Looters_2 2026-10-30
828 Chapter 828 - 478: Meteorite Armor 2026-10-30
829 Chapter 829 - 478: Meteorite Armor 2 2026-10-30
830 Chapter 830 - 479: So, What Is the Price? 2026-10-30
831 Chapter 831 - 479: So, What Is the Price?_2 2026-10-30
832 Chapter 832 - 480: Aftermath 2026-10-30
833 Chapter 833 - 480: Aftermath (Part 2) 2026-10-30
834 Chapter 834 - 481: Hamlet Doesn’t Have the Freedom You Want 2026-10-30
835 Chapter 835 - 481: Hamlet Doesn’t Have the Freedom You Seek (2) 2026-10-30
836 Chapter 836 - 482: A Hero’s Purity 2026-10-30
837 Chapter 837 - 482: The Purity of a Hero_2 2026-10-30
838 Chapter 838 - 483: The Forthright Margaret 2026-10-30
839 Chapter 839 - 483: Margaret’s Straightforwardness (2) 2026-10-30
840 Chapter 840 - 484: Gossiping a Bit 2026-10-30
841 Chapter 841 - 484: Gossip Session_2 2026-10-30
842 Chapter 842 - 485: The Fang Tribe’s Predicament 2026-10-30
843 Chapter 843 - 485: The Fang Tribe’s Predicament (Part 2) 2026-10-30
844 Chapter 844 - 486: A Wolf Pup Fears No Tiger 2026-10-30
845 Chapter 845 - 486: A Wolf Cub Fears No Tiger (Part 2) 2026-10-30
846 Chapter 846 - 487: Movements of the Mountains 2026-10-30
847 Chapter 847 - 487: Movements in the Mountains (Part 2) 2026-10-30
848 Chapter 848 - 488: Rebellion 2026-10-30
849 Chapter 849 - 488: Rebellion (2) 2026-10-30
850 Chapter 850 - 489: Crossing the Three Great Artifacts—Brewing 2026-10-30

”You say it’s yours.” Lance smiled and cocked the hammer, then raised the pistol toward him, ”Can you make it agree?”

This was no longer a warning, but a blatant threat.

The fat man looked at the dark gun muzzle, definitely not wanting the musket to ”respond” to him.

But he’s threatening me with my own gun, what sort of world is this?

Damn beast—beast!!!

”You can take the musket, but give back the magic wand.” The fat man’s face was starting to crack, his forced calm giving way to twitching...

Taking the musket was one thing, it’s a nice thing, but just an ordinary weapon, whereas the magic wand must be retrieved.

”What do you mean give it to me? This was originally mine.” Lance didn’t care about his attitude at all, not mentioning the magic wand.

Sheep are meant to be fleeced, the two were adversaries to begin with; sparing his life was already generous of Lance.

”Who are you?” The fat man swept his gaze around, seeming to grasp something, ”Are you all Hamlet’s bandit robbers?”

”Good wine for friends, shotguns for enemies.” Lance laughed.

In front of him, any attempt to play the moral card was laughable; he had no morals.

Lance’s indifferent attitude made the fat man collapse entirely, realizing he might not get his belongings back, his Spiritual Essence began to stir, as if brewing something big.

On the surface, however, nothing seemed wrong, everything was well concealed.

But in Lance’s eyes, he looked like he’d drunk radioactive water, his whole body aglow, especially conspicuous in the darkness.

The serious pretense on his face made it difficult for Lance to keep a straight face.

”If you have the guts, kill me. Everyone will accompany me to the grave, including you.”

Compared to Lance’s brilliant smile, the fat man froze, his gaze inadvertently shifted to those restless cavalry, he understood what it meant.

Now he was stuck, unwilling to just give up the magic wand, but if he really fought...

Did he dare?

Watching from hiding, Laura seemed quite pleased under her hood.

This fat guy hadn’t shown her a kind face the whole trip, his disdain and disgust blatant.

They were both the Earl’s lackeys, why look down on her?

Seeing him suffer now, Laura was naturally happy.

Joy!

”My Lord!” Dismas dragged over the half-dead Heretic Priest and tossed him to the ground, ”What should we do with him?”

Spellcasters were rare, even within the Ascension Sect that could modify flesh, clearly someone of note, so they waited for the Lord’s decision.

Lance glanced at him, noting how blood-soaked his lower half was, throat still tangled with flesh.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and shot, the gunfire roared and the Heretic Priest’s head exploded.

Only then did Lance’s voice come through.

”I don’t like bloodiness~”

The sudden shot surprised even Dismas, blood splattering onto him.

But the fat man was even more panicked, his body jolted and his fat quivered at the sound of gunfire.

Not to mention Lance’s words were directed at him, with a smile as demonic as ever.

You say you don’t like bloodiness?

The tense scene was instantly reignited by this shot, as Reynard, maintaining order, approached on horseback, longsword still unsheathed.

”Let’s talk it out, I came for friendship.” The fat man recognized the power before him.

This wasn’t Bastia, the Earl held no sway here.

Ransom still in hand, Lance wasn’t about to kill him, instead smiling and tossing the pistol to Dismas.

”This gun is nice, it’s yours.”

Dismas caught it, feeling it over, it truly was a worthy item.

”Return!”

At Lance’s order, the caravan was taken over, the group started leaving in an orderly fashion.

The guards weren’t tied up, instead mixed in with the refugees as the cavalry drove them forward.

They’d hoped to use the refugees to crash Hamlet and show off to the Earl.

Unexpectedly, they exposed themselves instead.

Lance sat on horseback without moving, watching them leave.

Why had they appeared here so conveniently?

It wasn’t a coincidence; their route was closely monitored.

Originally, Lance wanted a military exercise, but worried scouts couldn’t handle the Eagle Flock, so he came to oversee.

He couldn’t fathom why these people hadn’t released the Eagle Flock, possibly mistaking them for just an ordinary merchant caravan.

But Lance remained vigilant, rather than relaxing.

What kind of place was this? Such a large chunk of fat passing by, it would be unworthy of the ”Evil God” if the ancestors didn’t come to feast.

He speculated the ancestors wouldn’t watch all this labor potential fall to Hamlet without disrupting.

Sure enough, when he gathered the cavalry, they encountered the scene just now.

No words needed, straight to the charge!

But the clash just now caused hundreds of casualties; only when those bodies were carelessly arranged did one feel human fragility.

Lance was silent, merely offering their bodies as sacrifices, to prevent further empowering the ancestors, sparking a new wave of the Corrupting Wind.

Only after the last body was devoured by the Void did Lance leisurely turn back.

This one action seemed to startle something as a flapping noise began to rise.

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