Our Family Has Fallen

Chapter 1085: Chapter 602: Torment

The frenzied slaughter between the Pigmen and the God of Pigmen was even more brutal than the one-sided massacre just now.

Under the bewitchment of the sound, those Pigmen felt no fear and charged forward like ants, determined to bite off a piece of flesh even in death.

Yet, the humans stood inexplicably to the side, watching, an indescribably eerie feeling enveloping them.

It’s strange, really. Lance could clearly control the Pigmen, so why didn’t he initially command them to attack here directly?

Why go through such effort, taking great risks to control the smaller pigs first, and then the larger ones?

The reason is simple: Lance didn’t want the Pigmen to die so easily.

Seducing them was straightforward, but it would immerse them in positive emotions.

Such a death would be a mercy to the Pigmen.

If Lance had previously sought efficiency, it wouldn’t have mattered, but upon discovering that the Pigmen’s breeding method involved capturing humans, Lance couldn’t offer them his mercy.

So let them feel fear and despair!

Since you Pigmen revere a pile of rotten meat as a god, he would let ”God” judge you.

Violently tearing apart the Pigmen’s makeshift beliefs, breaking their spines from a spiritual level.

Even if it took time, he planned to torture them ruthlessly, utterly destroying their spiritual faith.

If he wasn’t afraid of them escaping, Lance would have continued controlling the God of Pigmen to kill them, not letting them off so easily.

The deaths of the Pigmen were entirely under Lance’s control, and now, even more so, as he made them kill the God of Pigmen; who knows how they would react once they regained consciousness?

Lance truly held grudges, and his pursuit of revenge was even more ruthless.

The God of Pigmen was indeed formidable, but in the end, its seemingly huge body was merely a conglomeration of rotten flesh.

Its previous achievements were built on one-sided attacks. Once the Pigmen overcame their inner obstacles and launched an attack, they’d realize the Pig God wasn’t as invincible as it seemed.

The Pigmen slaughterer swung its Chain Hammer, smashing into the decaying flesh, causing a burst of blood blooms, mixed with splattering pieces of meat.

The Serrated Butcher Knife danced, hacking away; its rusty teeth tearing into the flesh, resembling a butcher carving a pig.

The Pigman Hookhand relied on its ferocity to charge forward, its metal hook digging into the flesh, and with a single pull, large, gaping wounds appeared.

Not to mention the brute force of the Pigmen mob pounding away, leaving the flesh reduced to mush.

Stuck in it were numerous weapons, and ceaselessly attacking Pigmen Concealers clung to it, continuously slashing more wounds until one was caught and crushed.

In just moments of battle, the God of Pigmen’s body was riddled with various scars, almost entirely dyed in blood.

But its monstrous life force was terrifying, as it still possessed mobility under such circumstances; though its strikes lacked their previous vigor, no Pigman could endure a single blow.

Lance didn’t care, as he had more Pigmen.

At the sound of the conch, the Pigman Knight launched a final charge, cloven hooves trampling on roads paved with blood and flesh, its Lance aimed at the massive Meat Mountain.

Just like Don Quixote charging at giants, carrying an unremitting aura.

The Lance plunged straight into the Pig God’s body without deviation; without any thought of retreat, the knight crashed into it, achieving a penetrative effect, revealing the Lance’s tip on the other side.

The Pig God couldn’t see, only relying on instinct to counterattack, and this indeed severely injured it; its already limp state slipped into critical condition.

But the final slash still managed to cleave the Pigman Knight apart.

Half its body fell away, but the Pigman Knight’s gaze remained fixed on its enemy.

It had completed the divine command...

Yet the sensation of impending death freed it from the illusion, glimpsing the truth.

What the Lance had pierced wasn’t an enemy, but their God.

No... Impossible!

Unfortunately, no one understood the Pigman’s shrill, despair-filled screams before death; to humans, it merely sounded like a dying Pigman’s lament.

A single Pigman Knight couldn’t awaken the others, who were still caught up in their frenzy, attacking the God of Pigmen.

Lance was extremely clever; whenever the Pig God weakened, he’d grab a small pig to inflict a cut, and its wailing cry acted like a whip, driving the Pig God into a momentary frenzy, crushing those Pigmen.

If you weaken, I’ll slash the small pig, and while the Pig God hadn’t yet fallen, the small pig was tortured to its last breath.

The little pig really wanted to ask one thing.

Is this something a human should do?

Yes.

Lance found nothing strange about it, instead laughing with a light-hearted expression.

If he had known sooner, Lance would’ve eradicated them even if it meant not going to the Bay.

Others looked at the Pigmen manipulated by the Lord and for a moment didn’t know what to do.

They were ready for an intense battle, but in reality, everything was under the Lord’s control.

The Pig God fought the Pigmen, and then the Pigmen fought the Pig God, while they, as ”invaders,” became mere spectators.