Chapter 182
"So... does the Immortal Senior intend to come and see that demon in person?" the Arbitrator said softly.
“It should be called a demon god species.” The benevolent one wiped his hair and looked at him, saying, “Don’t think about going back for now; you’ll be joining the battle later.”
"good."
After a few simple words, the adjudicator silently looked at the person sitting in front of him.
"And what about you? If the Immortal has held off Eight-Colored Glass, then you only need to step in to complete the mission." The Arbiter frowned and said, "I knew nothing about this; it's clearly a plan you devised. So why hand it over to me? You're capable enough to handle it. Even if it's a Demon God, you shouldn't have any problem dealing with it, right?"
“There’s a small problem. One of my disciples made a deal with Yashiri, asking me not to get involved. In exchange, I got a strange guy. He’s definitely an attractive offer, a very interesting kid, and I’m genuinely hoping to get some information from him.” She pinched her still slightly damp hair and said, “So I’m just going to stay here and cheer him on, consider it a break, and just watch from the sidelines. If things really don’t work out, I’ll step in, so don’t worry, the church is practically guaranteed to win this time.”
"So how do we deal with that demonic species?" The judge paused for a moment before saying, "Kill it?"
“There are two possibilities. If Yashiri is willing to stand directly against us on this matter, although it might seem like a child's tantrum, she is, after all, a saint, one of the representatives of God. What she did is no different from God's decision, so we still need to reach a consensus. It's quite simple; we need to first find out what kind of power that demon species possesses. If it's not a significant threat, we will begin a simple vote, with the minority obeying the majority.” She shrugged and said.
"If high risk means killing, then how should we deal with the Demonic Seal?"
"This is for me. Demon God Seals, like Demon Seals, can be burned away with Holy Fire. But the demons of the Flavos lineage are troublesome; their Demon Seals cannot be burned away."
What would you do?
"Dispose of her in a harmless manner."
What is harmless disposal?
"Believe me, you can't accept it now, but one day I will tell you," the benevolent one said with a smile. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
The adjudicator looked into her eyes, paused for a moment, and then said, "Why did you cover your eyes before? If I remember correctly, you used to want to cover every inch of your body."
"You don't want to know."
"What if I insist on knowing?"
"Whether or not to announce it to the public is also my right. Young man, although you also represent God's words and deeds, you should not criticize me." The Benevolent One smiled strangely: "You are a curious child. But don't worry, I will tell you later, at the appropriate time."
"Be mindful of your limits."
"Haha, you shouldn't have said that to me." Saying this, she slowly leaned back in her chair, stretched, and looked at the serious-faced judge with a playful smile.
"What an unlovable junior," she thought, resting her head on her hand.
"As for the voting, we're not going to have a meeting together, are we?" The judge remembered something and said with a hint of displeasure, "Discussing things while fighting seems silly to me."
“Oh, we’ve already made our stance clear.” The Benevolent One tilted his head and looked at him. “Both the Guardian and I have decided to make this child controllable. It’s not something we should do to let a demon god’s off the hook. As for the Hero and the Immortal, they both believe that this is just a child, and as long as we don’t do anything excessive, we don’t need to be on guard.”
"The Immortal One is actually on Eight-Colored Glass's side?" The Arbiter was taken aback. "Isn't he fighting her right now?"
"He's a bit stubborn, but also a kind-hearted guy. He fought because it was his duty, and he let her go because of his good intentions."
"This kind of kindness can put us in danger."
“Child, you still don’t understand our Central Church.” The Benevolent One finally showed some anger; her smile froze, and she simply looked at him, saying each word slowly and deliberately:
“Only humans make mistakes. In a sense, we are gods. What gods do is right, and whatever we do is right.” The Benevolent One looked at him and said, “Disobeying our will is disobeying the law. This is not arrogance, but you should understand that you are never on the side of humans or demons. You only represent the gods, otherwise they would not have given you such abilities.”
After a long silence, he nodded.
"I think I understand," the adjudicator said, rubbing his temples and looking a bit of a headache.
"In short, you're the only one out of the five of us who hasn't made a decision yet. Don't worry, you're the one in charge of the hunt. Once you've personally confirmed her abilities, it's up to you to decide whether to deal with her or appease her." The Benevolent One clapped and said, "That's great. Before you were here, we often had two against two, and we could only end up in a stalemate."
"Do I have the right to make the final decision about that child?"
“Only you should do this. You are the arbiter, and judgment is your duty.” The benevolent one stood up, poured a cup of hot water on the table, and said, “Drink some hot water to warm yourself up before you set off. Just be true to yourself and don’t worry about anyone else’s opinion. Just choose the outcome you approve of.”
The arbitrator nodded and glanced at the little mouse lying on the table.
"Please take care of it."
“Cute little creature, you seem to only get close to this thing.” The benevolent one turned around and handed him a cup of hot water: “It will wait for your triumphant return unharmed.”
"This is the only clean thing I've ever seen." The Arbiter took the cup and drank it all in one gulp, not caring whether the water had just been boiled.
"Am I not clean?" The benevolent man felt a little strange, but met his disgusted expression.
“I find it hard to believe you are a saint. If you didn’t truly possess power, I would even think you were a demon.” He said, “You have degenerated to a point that I find repulsive.”
The air fell silent. The benevolent one slowly lowered his head, and when he raised it again, a strange and indescribable expression sent chills down the spines of everyone who saw it.
"You really are an interesting guy."
The adjudicator didn't want to pay any more attention to this guy, and instead slowly walked towards the door.
The door was pushed open, and everywhere you looked, white silk threads filled every available space. Just moments before, they seemed to have been surrounded by some strange monster.
......
The little spider stood on the treetop, watching Mu Xin beside it.
This guy made many clones of himself out of straw, and the culprit who tricked him into this mess has finally been found.
But now we're friends, after all, we've reached a consensus. We need to stop this guy here.
"That guy looks pretty tough." Mu Xin patted Little Spider on the shoulder: "Be prepared to die before you go in. If you're not prepared, you should leave."
"I hope I can survive," the little spider said without changing his expression. "I don't want that child to die."
“A stable alliance should have something that everyone agrees on.” Mu Xin shrugged and then jumped down from the tree trunk.
The little spider also disappeared from the spot; he was in charge of setting up the trap.
While it's unclear whether these spider silks will be effective, they should at least provide some degree of obstruction.
The roar just now was unsettling; the sudden appearance of enemy troops just minutes ago made him feel that things were rapidly heading towards the worst possible outcome.
Why did such a commotion occur? It was as if God had dropped a scepter from heaven. The scepter landed on the ground, and the world underwent tremendous changes.
What immense power, so unsettling.
He no longer knew the child's current condition, but he believed that Ark and the others would protect Lori, at least ensuring her survival.
If this guy doesn't go over.
"Um, little spider, I'm scared." Suddenly, he heard a tiny voice speaking. The little spider looked at the spear he was holding.
That's Noni.
This little guy now possesses catastrophic magical power, and while absorbing magical power along with the little spider, he is constantly expanding his magical power limit.
It has also become the most suitable weapon for Spider-Man now.
"Hang in there." The little spider couldn't think of any way to comfort him. He was also very scared, because an unease had been filling his body since earlier. It was as natural as a rabbit being afraid of a tiger.
“I will, benefactor, but I don’t think we can do it,” Noni said softly. “That’s the saints.”
"This is also the Spirit Forest. Because of the rules we've set, they won't use their deadly attacks on us right away. It's good if we can stall here a little longer." The little spider said, while keeping an eye on its surroundings.
He borrowed Little White's longbow, hoping that Little White could stall the guy for a while through conversation. After all, he was a member of the Central Church; they wouldn't kill him outright no matter what.
Since there was no need for combat, the bow was lent to the little spider. He was capable of using almost all weapons, and relying purely on his combat talent, he could adapt to almost any combat situation.
He heard footsteps and, almost instinctively, drew his longbow taut towards the distance.
Standing there with her hands raised, Deedrey smiled helplessly, seemingly somewhat displeased with Spider-Man's subconscious reaction.
When Spider-Man is under tension, his instincts take precedence over rational thought. His advantage is the ability to react instantly to unexpected events, but the downside is the potential to injure teammates. Perhaps his unsuitability for team combat is one of his weaknesses.
"Why are you here? Just let me stay." The little spider panicked a bit: "Find somewhere to stay, so they don't mistake you for an enemy."
"Even though you say that, perhaps I can be of some help?" Dedeline waved the scythe in her hand. "Didn't you give me this?"
I'm worried about you.
"Such blatant protection... I'm touched, but I also feel like I can at least serve as a sentinel or something." Deedri shrugged. "Don't worry, before we came, didn't Benny say what gave the Saints their absolutely overwhelming combat power?"
After hesitating for a moment, Christon nodded.
Their abilities stem from the power bestowed by God, and the power to activate this power is through willpower.
Benny's unwavering determination to win allowed her to utilize her power as a champion, ensuring her inevitable victory.
The benevolent rely on love, the immortal rely on trust, the righteous rely on steadfastness, and the judges rely on a sense of justice.
Only by adhering to such beliefs can they use their abilities, so it can be roughly assumed that these guys are stubborn to the point of being inflexible, and at least they will not do anything that goes against their beliefs.
But it just felt a little cold all over, because the person who was about to kill Lori... was the Arbiter.
Why would someone believe that killing a child who has done nothing wrong is the right thing to do? Spider-Man didn't know; he just felt he should stay there. She was a child, and she had the right to live. No matter what she was, she deserved to live.
Whether this matter is right or wrong is not something we should be thinking about right now.
Dedeline waited for Spider-Man's reply, but then saw the guy suddenly disappear from the spot.
She could only shrug; this guy was just as infuriatingly stubborn.
Although it has only been a few days, the little spider has fully recovered its magic as a chaotic calamity.
The reason he didn't become the Demon King was simply because he knew that if he needed the Demon Seal, he would have to devour Lilith to obtain it.
So he refused, but that doesn't mean he's become weaker; it just means the final qualitative change hasn't occurred.
At least for now, Lilith is able to directly connect to his body through space and then activate her abilities as a demon.
Evolution—this is the power of the Mark. Its duration is indefinite.
Spider-Man's recovery speed had been increased several times in the previous battles, and now he has gained the ability to teleport.
Even Ark said he had never seen such an exaggeratedly high growth potential. If it weren't for the fact that there was a child named Lori in their team, perhaps Spider-Man would be the one being targeted as an enemy now.
It only seems a bit strange because of the odd fellow in the team. After all, there has never been a monster without a magic core; it is an exception. Its entire body is a convergence point of magic power, so there is no limit to its power, nor is there any weakness.
Spider-Man didn't really care about such things, but he was still happy that he could help more people.
"Maybe I can win," Spider-Man thought. If it were him now, he might not be completely powerless to fight back.
It hung on the net, looking at the man standing there. He stood in front of the white silk net, as if he was thinking about something.
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