Chapter 54 The sword that hatched finally fell...
The room fell silent instantly, the barely suppressed agitation subsided, but what followed was a tense atmosphere of fear for the witch's anger.
However, the witch didn't speak, but simply propped her head up elegantly, seemingly waiting for Benson to continue.
Benson swallowed hard, gritted his teeth, and continued. He thought to himself that since he had already said those words, even if the witch was angry, he had already provoked her. So, whether he provoked her a little more or a little less, it didn't seem to make much difference.
“After the previous monster tide, none of us were unscathed…” Benson saw the witch raise an eyebrow and quickly added, “Of course, except for you and the two monsters who were less injured.”
"With most of us seriously injured, and some even unconscious, what if we split up and encounter another monster horde? At that time, none of us will have someone with your incredible combat power. We will likely all perish in the monster horde."
"Hehe, so many people gathered together~ If we encounter the same situation again, it will definitely be easier to get through because of the large number of people."
The witch chuckled, seemingly unconcerned by Benson's rebuttal. She glanced at the crowd, their faces full of agreement. They agreed with Benson's words, and with their own earlier statements.
However……
"But have you ever thought about this?"
The witch posed a hypothetical question.
"Perhaps it is precisely because of our large numbers that the Vatican sent so many wild beasts to attack us?"
"How...how could this be!" The crowd stirred.
The witch's seductive voice echoed in the dimly lit corridor: "And among us are me, Little Spider, and beings like Little Silver Python. This will raise the Vatican's overall assessment of our team. But if..."
What if we break up?
"With so many affairs to attend to every day, and so many people at all levels, do you really think they'd notice us, who are so far away? I don't think they have that much free time."
The humans in the hallway couldn't help but start making connections based on her words.
"That seems to make sense! If we separate, and the Holy See thinks we're not in so much danger, maybe...maybe that it will stop triggering the monster tide?"
The young man who said this shuddered involuntarily as he recalled the previous Warcraft wave.
Many of them perished in the afternoon's monster horde, while many others were seriously injured or unconscious. Those who lost consciousness due to their injuries were unsure if they would ever open their eyes again.
If he could, he really, really didn't want to experience a battle of that scale again...
“They might even completely ignore us…” a thin man finished his sentence, his eyes shining, “After all, how could an elephant notice an ant at its feet!”
The only light in the corridor was the flickering candlelight, which illuminated the witch's face and seemed to imbue her with a touch of warmth...
However, no one noticed that her eyes, hidden by the shadow of her brow bone, were filled with coldness.
As she listened to the discussion, a slow smile appeared on her lips: "You're all right. So for us right now, separating is the most appropriate solution."
The air fell silent again, and everyone's faces still showed some hesitation, but it was clear that the witch's words had successfully swayed their hearts.
"But I think that even the Holy See... would find it difficult to orchestrate such a large-scale monster tide again in the short term, right? In that case, wouldn't it be safer for us to stay together?"
Just when everything seemed to be coming to a close, a voice suddenly came from one side.
The voice carried an uncertain tone, revealing that its owner wasn't very confident in what she was saying, yet she still mustered the courage to speak.
The witch glanced in the direction of the voice and saw a woman with wheat-colored skin. She was slender, but her body was all lean muscle, giving her a powerful look.
Joan shuddered at the witch's piercing gaze.
That gaze was so cold that it inexplicably reminded her of the snowstorm in Skarinta, which felt like it was cutting into her skin.
However, when she looked again, that look had vanished. It seemed that the glance she had just received was a hallucination.
The witch curled her lips into a smile, her sharp teeth gleaming in the candlelight: "Do you think your opinions matter to me? You're the ones going to the Church to steal the medicine, not me."
These words shattered the facade of peaceful negotiation that had just been maintained. Everyone gasped; indeed… the person before them wasn't some kind-hearted philanthropist. They had simply been talking for a while, causing them to forget the witch's terrifying nature.
The topic ended abruptly, with only a few more casual remarks before it was branded as the witch's intention.
Everyone returned to their rooms to rest, but facing the prospect of setting off alone the next day and the possibility of being hunted down by the Vatican at any time and place, most of them inevitably suffered from insomnia.
Meanwhile, the witch entered the room where Tarasco was.
The alien spider was enormous, so he was the only one in the room. The witch leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watching him for a while, before finally rolling her eyes, pulling a bottle of potion out of thin air, and tossing it in his direction.
The glass bottle arced through the air, but stopped when it reached Tarasco. Then, as if an invisible hand was holding the bottle, it tilted strangely in his direction, and the potion inside flowed entirely into his mouth.
The witch clicked her tongue in disdain and muttered under her breath, "If it weren't for the little girl liking it..."
After saying that, she closed the door and left.
Inside the room, the bluish venom that had been rapidly spreading across half of Tarasco's body, originating from his abdominal wound, abruptly halted its spread the moment he drank the potion. Then, as if encountering a monstrous flood, it retreated at near-light speed in the direction it had come from.
Within minutes, the venom was forced back to the wound. Even though Tarlasco was unconscious, the sudden, intense pain made him tremble uncontrollably.
In the dim candlelight of the room, green venom was slowly condensing into liquid at the wound on his abdomen, flowing out of his body and finally dripping onto the ground.
The liquid that spread on the ground started as a few drops, then gradually grew into a small puddle, and finally became a large mass.
The alien spider's shivering finally stopped, and outside the window, it was already broad daylight.
Several crows glided in from outside, eventually landing under the eaves of the inn. The innkeeper yawned, opened the window, and shooed them away with a "go away" sound.
He looked up at the sky and saw a large patch of dark clouds moving very slowly toward him in the distance.
"It feels like it's about to rain..."
The crows were driven away, but once they were out of the waiter's sight, they lazily perched on another windowsill. Their chirping, mixed with the breeze, drifted in through the window, waking the person in bed.
Catherine, lying in bed, opened her eyes without warning. The next second, she remembered that she needed to breathe.
"Hehehe, you're awake~"
Almost without pause, the witch's voice came from beside her. She seemed to know that Catherine would wake up at this time.
Catherine was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Where's Tarasco?"
The witch leaned back in her chair and pouted, "He's perfectly fine! I even detoxified him."
Catherine's eyes flickered upon hearing this, then she smiled and leaned towards the witch.
"What are you doing? I..."
All sounds ceased in a single embrace.
Catherine hugged the witch and planted a polite kiss on her cheek: "Thank you~"
"Do you remember what I told you before?" The witch turned her head away, deliberately changing the subject. "The spider eggs inside you need to wait for the right time to fully hatch."
These words were far too pointed. Upon hearing this, Catherine had a premonition.
Sure enough, the witch's next line was: "And now, is the time."
Splash—
The clouds that had been gathering for so long could no longer hold back the rain, and a torrential downpour suddenly poured down.
The sound of rain outside the window was excessively loud, but inside the room, there was a tense silence.
Catherine felt her heart beating a little too fast.
Last time, when the spider eggs went out of control, the witch told her about it after calming them down. If the endless wait was like a sword hanging over her head, then now, that sword has finally fallen.
She had no choice, Catherine knew.
Since the implantation wasn't entirely voluntary on her part in the first place, it naturally wouldn't have been either when it was fully developed.
but……
Perhaps because of the "timing" the witch spoke of, this physical transformation was somewhat different from usual—during that time, she actually had some fragmented memories.
Catherine saw... that she had killed all the monsters.
She stood in a pool of blood, and opposite her were the humans who were with Lucas, their eyes filled with fear and dread.
She gained power from these spider eggs—though it was temporary.
"What would happen if the spider eggs were allowed to hatch completely?" Catherine heard her own voice, which was dry from her rapid heartbeat.
"Hehehe~ You'll turn into a monster."
Suddenly, a clap of thunder shone obliquely on the witch's face. Her green eyes appeared particularly mad in that light.
"A monster just like me."
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