Our Family Has Fallen

Chapter 1139: Chapter 629: Heart of Flesh

The deeper he went, the more fear he felt, because after running such a long distance, he still hadn’t seen any core—only flesh spreading in the darkness.

Could it be that this thing has no core, or is it a collective consciousness made entirely of cores?

However, the formless flesh clearly had no intention of letting Lance continue to roam around, as more flesh constantly emerged on the path.

A distorted pig head emerged from the morphed flesh, opening its mouth to roar, the irregularly growing layers of sharp teeth inducing a sense of trypophobia.

Devour alive!

As soon as the pig head appeared, it lunged to bite Lance, but he reached out with both hands, directly grasping the pig head’s upper and lower jaws, forcefully halting its gnawing motion.

"You think you can eat me?"

Under Lance’s exertion, the pig’s mouth was forcibly pried open, the collision of fangs and gauntlets making a crisp snapping sound—a struggle between strength and biting force.

"Hah!"

With a loud shout, bolstered by the Black Armor, terrifying strength erupted, tearing the pig’s upper and lower jaws apart.

The jaw couldn’t withstand the force and was directly broken, the tongue, like a tentacle, drooping at the corner of the mouth.

Laughing so wildly, the mouth stretched back to the ears.

But just a brief delay, and the flesh transformed to produce more bizarre limbs attempting to block him.

Spine Power Sweep!

With flesh clinging to it, the white skeletal spine swung down toward Lance, its force sweeping a howling gust, brimming with oppressive power.

Lance remained unfazed, casually swinging the pig head at the spine; the collision sounded like the dull thud of wood meeting wood.

But visibly, the destructive power was greater on the side of the pig head, bending the spine out of shape by several sections, while the pig skull’s bone remained intact, only leaving a wound—not that it would hurt anymore.

Casually sacrificing the pig head, Lance lunged forward, seizing the moment to grab the spine, his hands gripping the bones on either side.

"Hah!"

With a roar, the part where the spine connected to the flesh, along with the chaotic growth of tissues and organs attached, couldn’t withstand his strength.

The mouth was torn open, the eyeball burst, oozing disgusting purple-black blood tears, and finally, the entire spine was forcibly ripped from the flesh.

Not sliced, but truly torn from the flesh, hoisting the spine that softened instantly, the splattered flesh dirtied the Black Armor, appearing extremely brutal.

At that moment, the peculiar tail growing out showed no intention of sparing Lance, shooting out a tongue-like thin snake from its anal end aimed at him—at its tip, a myriad of small mouths laden with venomous fangs and malevolent poison.

Aberrant Assault!

The speed was incredibly fast, beyond normal human reaction.

But Lance wasn’t just anyone; he raised his hand and caught the tongue.

He hadn’t expected the small mouths on the tongue to spew venom directly onto his face.

But unfortunately, the Black Armor resisted even the Void, let alone some corrosion; the Dark Flame swept through and cleared it away.

Lance wasn’t someone to stand and take a hit, sacrificing the spine in his hand, then gripping the tongue and driving a punch straight into that anal opening.

The tentacles attempted to cling, the anal area grinding with teeth, but in the next second, the Dark Flame burst out from it.

As the Dark Flame dissipated, smoke spread, a scorched odor emitted.

Lance withdrew his hand, and the thing collapsed limply, revealing a completely charred interior.

Nearby veins still pumped blood to the tail, seemingly trying to salvage it, but Lance stepped up and kicked a vein open, making the scene even more chaotic.

The formless flesh did not fear, or it had no concept of it.

Moreover, what Lance destroyed was just the tip of the iceberg, a negligible portion of the countless flesh.

The hideously grim pig head lay with its mouth wide open, overly large veins pumping blood, the terrifying white spinal bone swung, and the treacherous anal tentacle wiggled.

But Lance didn’t pamper it at all, tearing open pig heads, snapping blood vessels, shattering spines, and ripping apart tails.

Nothing could halt his steps!

"Screech!"

That was the sound of flesh being torn apart, as a blood-covered figure emerged from the pile of mutated tissues.

And after battling his way through, Lance finally witnessed the core of the formless flesh.

In a space almost completely filled with flesh, a giant heart, dark red and half-human-high, hung amidst innumerable connecting veins, pulsating slowly in midair.

"Boom... boom... boom..."

Each throb was heavy, like a hammer striking a large drum, akin to daylight thunder, gripping hearts and evoking resonance within.

Just watching it sparked an indescribable eerie feeling, as though control of one’s heart was seized, beating in unison with it.

This heart rate was off-kilter, follow it to one’s doom.

Lance had strong self-control, yet nearly lost his autonomy, indicating the power of that eerie force.

"What on earth did you create, ancestor..."

Lance couldn’t help but sigh, but he showed no inclination to retreat, stepping on the flesh toward the heart.

With a staunch leap, Lance swung a blade, severing the heart’s connection to the flesh; the instant it was cut, the heart ceased to beat, yet what was odd was the speechless deathly silence engulfing the entire space.