Chapter 185
The judge looked into the distance and stopped there.
In the distance, a massive building made of piled stones appeared at some unknown time. It was extremely large and looked like a city from this point of view.
The angel's song was melodious and far-reaching. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked behind him.
“I don’t understand why you’ve gone this far. I already let you off the hook once.” The Arbiter tilted his head and looked at him. “Besides, you have an aura that gives me a headache. You shouldn’t have accepted that woman’s help. She never intended to genuinely help someone she didn’t know.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. All I know is that you went to kill my friend.” Spider-Man’s voice was low, filled with despair and pleading: “Why can’t you let her go? She’s just a child.”
"That's a demon god."
"She has never done anything wrong."
"We cannot hand over the initiative to a child."
"That's a good kid."
"Even good children can turn into bad people someday. This is hell, where even pure souls can be corrupted."
There are always exceptions.
"I can't gamble on that exception."
"So you mean there is?" Chrison seized on the logical flaw in his statement: "Why? Is it so difficult for you to give a child the right to live?"
"An exception?" the Arbiter repeated softly, looking intently at the little spider. He was taken aback by the gaze, for it was indeed very strange.
“You are the only one, I can confirm that you are the only one with a pure soul.” He said it once, then emphasized, “Everyone else, whoever they are, is filthy.”
He pointed his spear at Chrison, seemingly making up his mind, and then said softly:
“As long as you leave, I can pretend nothing happened. You have the ability to become a demon king, and you can find your own place to live at any time. There is no need for you to die here; it's meaningless.”
“I’ve never thought protecting a child was pointless,” Chrisson said, shaking his head. “And I’ve never thought I was doing anything meaningful.”
The adjudicator paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly.
"Is it worth it?" He looked around, where in the pitch blackness, countless spiders swarmed like a tidal wave.
The smaller ones are no bigger than a fingernail, while the larger ones are several meters long.
The conversation just now was a tactic used by the little spider to stall him. In the gap of that conversation, an array was already set up.
That was the nest, a gift from the Demon King, which he used as a weapon to hold him back.
After being safely developed, the interior is now the size of a forest, a maze made of spider webs and monsters. Those dragged inside will not only face small spiders, but countless spiders.
Previously, doing so wouldn't have been effective; he would have been ordered to die. But what the Benevolent One entrusted to him made him a monster that couldn't be instantly killed by a direct superior using their authority.
If he cannot directly command himself, then he is not absolutely invincible.
Krisen has blended into the swarm of insects; he needs to find an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
Because just now, three evolutions were used in a single use.
That was a corrupting poison, filling his entire body with a deadly wound upon contact. No matter who he was, even a saint, he would be severely injured the instant he came into contact with this toxin.
The only effective means of output, and also the most ruthless, is instant death.
Perhaps there is a chance, after all, his enemy is an endless army, not himself.
This idea vanished when the first wave of insects suddenly exploded.
The spear he had been holding suddenly disappeared, but it didn't vanish; instead, it turned into specks of silver light.
The little spider felt something fly past its ear, but then it suddenly felt itself falling into the void.
Blood, the blood of the insects. In an instant, the swarm of insects turned into a viscous tide of blood.
The little spider landed in the viscous blood, and when it looked up, it saw the spear pointed at its head.
"Does it have to come to this?" he said softly. "I don't want to continue hurting your people."
Kris didn't answer, but just silently looked around. In an instant, one-sixth of the insects were eliminated.
He clearly wasn't going all out; he was just standing there, as if he were using some kind of skill.
So he was defeated. Even though his magic power could not be exhausted and the concept of injury would be eliminated the moment the wound appeared, he was still forced to kneel on the ground by the spear.
"What is this?" he asked softly, looking at the milky-white spear.
Only upon closer inspection did I realize that my previous belief that this thing was a weapon was a complete misconception. Because only up close could I see that it was a weapon pieced together from countless other parts. Tiny cracks covered the entire weapon.
"It's just a matter of principle that I hold." The judge was taken aback, not expecting this guy to ask this question now.
But now he doesn't want to hurt the little spider.
He had been able to sense the difference between good and bad people for a long time. Unlike Ark, who could see malice, he could see goodwill. If someone had good intentions, he could perceive them.
Therefore, he never dared to believe that this child actually had pure goodwill and no vested interests.
Everyone's motives were impure, except for this child's. He simply wanted to help the girl who hadn't done anything wrong.
"Duty?" The little spider tried to stall for time with this conversation.
“Just think of them as weapons, they’re all the same. No matter what we do, we can’t create anything better than the weapons the angels used, so we try to recreate them. This one is mine, an weapon with an execution concept.” He paused and said, “That huge building you saw outside earlier was also one, that’s the Righteousness of the Honor Guardians, an weapon with a competitive concept. It was probably used to imprison the Immortals.”
"Is that so?" The little spider shook its head helplessly, looking at its severed spider leg.
His sneak attack was completely ineffective; this guy seemed to have an invisible shield, preventing any attack from even making contact.
The adjudicator looked at him without turning around, and purple blood exploded from behind him like a shower of blue rain.
The little spider stared blankly at the enormous monster, about five meters long, which had been hiding and preparing to ambush it.
But he was discovered instantly, and even turning his head couldn't draw his attention.
This guy's death was just the prelude to the storm, because the next moment, the insects that seemed to be frightened by the death of their companion swarmed forward again.
The little spider tried to stop it, but suddenly felt itself lighten, and when it came to its senses again, it was already enveloped in darkness.
It suddenly felt itself being hugged, and was being held by something soft.
The ability to teleport was activated in reverse, and it was sent here.
"Lilith?" Spider-Man asked softly, panicking not because he was holding her, but because of her weakened state.
He underestimated the pressure of imposing evolution on her, and did not expect that she would have difficulty even moving her body.
This is the interior of the spider's nest, the core of the entire space, the very heart of this place completely enveloped in spider webs.
It's also where the little spider gets its magic.
Unlike that demon king, he had no concept of a magic core; he could expand on his own as long as he had magic power. This space was just a space to him. He used his magic power to sustain all the monsters living here.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's not what I meant in the first place," the little spider tried to explain, but it was unclear who it was talking to.
He only wanted to protect the child; he didn't want everyone to die.
But now everything here is dying for him, and he wants to apologize, but he can't find the words.
Because the thing that needed to be apologized for has disappeared.
All the spiders here share his consciousness, and he is able to control them.
But now they have all lost control of themselves, and they rush forward recklessly, dying in waves only to be replaced by another wave.
And the magic they possessed was returned to the little spider intact.
The process of evolution had already begun; he could have become the Demon King long ago. The Demon Seal was always preparing for him, but he never intended to become the Demon King by harming Lilith.
Krissen gently embraced the girl, who had fallen into a coma; the side effects of the magic seal had rendered her unable to think clearly.
The limit of normal thinking is that I was teleported here by myself, and then I was unconscious and could only collapse like this.
She couldn't speak, but Chris understood what she meant: he needed to eat; no one here was afraid of dying.
Spiders are different from humans; they are born meaningless, their meaning lies only in the collective. Therefore, these monsters are not afraid of death. These twisted and ferocious creatures do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives, letting those who come after them define their meaning.
This applies to each one.
The spider legs behind her slowly straightened and then gently wrapped around her back.
Then it pierced through her body, and her own. Both were impaled by the sharp spider legs.
The person in my arms trembled, clearly in pain, but it was only a tremor.
The little spider rubbed her head, the only way he knew how to comfort people.
The huge, fluffy spider nest was pulled tight, and he was bound inside it.
He still needs to evolve, and the time required for evolution is being delayed by his friends.
......
The somewhat slender creature lay on the broken earth, looking at the sky.
Beneath him lay the cleaved ground and a bottomless abyss.
“I’m telling you, Benny, I’m on your side this time.” Immortal looked at the sky, then propped himself up and looked at Benny, who had planted her greatsword into the ground with a somber expression. “We don’t need to fight.”
"Shut up," Benny said softly, wiping the blood from her head with her wrist as she looked up.
That was flowing from his eyes, and also from the blood he vomited.
This principle was too much for her to bear; every second that continued was draining her holy power and consuming her life.
He's just relying on his ability as a defender of honor to hold on. As long as he believes he can win, then common sense can be defied, the impossible can happen, and miracles can occur.
For an immortal, such an ability is too flashy; his power is too simple—simply invincible. When he believes himself to be immortal, he is immune to any attack, and his own holy power is inexhaustible.
The reason why two people fighting is boring is that they only lose when one of them starts to doubt that what he believes might not happen.
Otherwise, they will continue fighting.
What a boring duel, a pure clash of strength, devoid of technique and teamwork. It's just a contest of willpower, ranging from the seriousness of a general on the front lines to a nonchalant composure. Either way, as long as they persevere, that's enough.
“If you were truly on my side, you wouldn’t be bothering me,” Benny said softly.
"We have a good relationship, and I'm definitely on your side. But we are still saints after all, and we have our own responsibilities." The Immortal slowly stood up and looked at Benny standing in front of him: "The current situation is that the vote is split 2-2, and we are still short of the newcomer's vote. He will make his judgment only after he has personally confirmed the abilities of the Demon God Seed."
“I’ve thought your actions are irrational for a long time.” Benny coughed up a mouthful of blood, but still raised her greatsword again, and a beam of light burst forth from the blade.
“One day you’ll understand. We just have our own duties.” The immortal smiled helplessly, looking at her: “You’ve been here for a while now, and you’re still so naive.”
The same light emanated from him, and he made a boxing motion.
The sonic boom and the sound of rocks cracking combined to create a tremendous noise. As the sound passed, the ground, already pulverized into sand, formed a storm and dust.
The current situation is like a battle between gods; it's useless for anyone to come and help the other. Whether they can win or be victorious depends on who gives up first.
But Benny had a goal in mind. She wasn't going to lock him up for ten thousand years, just a few months would be enough. As long as the child could escape to the land of the dead, then everything would be worthwhile.
If the church wants to investigate there again, its only option is to go to war with the demon.
That is, if the world can withstand another war.
The world has been destroyed to the point of collapse, and even the rules have become flawed.
But regardless, this is just a box, and it's very possible that it will completely collapse one day. The last war almost brought human civilization to a standstill; who can guarantee that it will continue this time?
Benny wasn't a great person; she had decided long ago that she would only do things to help Ark, for better or for worse, and with whatever intentions she had.
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