Chapter 152
"Has that thing always been in this place?" Xiaobai covered her mouth, frowned, and bent over slightly to prevent herself from vomiting.
"It seems so." Deedley also felt a little nauseous. "Little Spider, are you sure we can get out of here?"
“There are gaps in the mud here,” the little spider said hesitantly, “but we need to figure out how to deal with them.”
It was an extremely large monster, covered in tentacles and eyes, growing in black mud, and was still using its prosthetic limbs to prey on the monsters around it.
But they ignored the creature that had already come into view, or rather, they wouldn't have come here if it weren't for this creature.
Surprisingly, the enormous monster welcomed their arrival. Half an hour earlier, it had communicated with them via mental link, indicating that it had no intention of fighting them.
Because they are "guests," not "food" to feed them.
Even as the three creatures were discussing what to do with him right in front of him, the monster showed no intention of harming them, allowing them to approach him by stepping on the relatively solid black mud.
The little spider suddenly jumped up, caught a falling person in mid-air, and then used its tentacles to bounce back to its two colleagues, placing the distorted person there.
"High Priest?" Although it was difficult to discern the distorted human form, Xiao Bai immediately recognized him as the former administrator of the church, who was now severely injured.
The wound was extremely severe, a gaping hole punched into the chest. The limbs appeared to be newly grown, but were wrinkled, as if they had regrowed too many times.
Moreover, the wound was corroded, yet it continued to heal, allowing the chaotic elements to directly enter the body.
Even if it can be healed later with holy magic, it will undoubtedly become an ugly wound.
"How could the injury be so severe?" The little spider hesitated, looking at the hole in its chest.
Strangely, while the effects of this incomprehensible recovery speed can be seen in other parts of the body, this hole remains completely empty, with no restoration whatsoever, merely retaining the visual effect of the heart being ripped out.
No, he shouldn't be alive. Even considering its importance, this place should be restored to a limited extent.
"Sorry," the little spider said, as one of its limbs twitched, slicing off a piece of flesh from the area. The flesh was completely black and looked like a lump of black, rotten jelly in the spider's hand, emitting a foul odor.
"How disgusting," the lamb said, looking at the thing with a pained expression.
As expected, being a doctor is the most challenging job in terms of mental limits. This kind of thing is so terrifying that only a monster like a spider could get close enough to sniff it.
"This magic belongs to Ark," the little spider said softly, then tossed the piece of meat aside and looked at his palm.
Just a short time later, a bloody, mangled wound appeared on the little spider's palm.
"Are you alright?" Dedeline's expression twitched as she looked at the little spider's hand, calculating just how terrifying that thing must be. Just a slight pause was enough to injure this creature that had become a chaotic calamity.
“Ark used his power.” Krisen didn’t answer the previous question, but said instead, “It should be the power of his Mark, which seems to have a similar principle to destruction.”
"Did Benny tell you anything about Ark?" Deedri asked, looking at Little White beside her. "She must have told you at least a little bit, right?"
"At least address me as Yaseki, or sir." Shiro was a little displeased, but still answered, "Roughly speaking, that guy's ability is to destroy anything it touches. The domain only covers his entire body, at most condensing into the size of a weapon. He didn't go into details."
"Has this guy ever fought Ark?" The little spider used its appendages to dig out the damaged flesh. "Then at least it proves he's stronger than a high-ranking priest."
This result was normal and didn't surprise the other two. Moreover, the swordsmith had fought this guy for quite some time, and although she didn't know if she was still alright, it was clear that the High Priest wouldn't be able to defeat him without taking any damage.
Then, if he were to fight Ark again, the chances of winning would be extremely slim. This guy, whose exact age is unknown, looks sinister, and his ruthlessness is consistent with his character.
"But speaking of which, do you control that thing so well?" Dedeline hesitated as she watched his prosthetic limb move rapidly while cleaning his wound, unsure of what to say to express her surprise.
I originally thought that thing would be difficult to control. Just like how doctors who only control their own hands have difficulty performing surgery, it's hard to imagine what it would be like to control six hands.
But the little spider doesn't seem to be simply removing the scraps of flesh at all; instead, it's treating the wound with extreme care.
Presumably, that thing would be just as stable when it pierces someone else.
Xiao Bai didn't offer any comments; she just kept her eyes glued to the little spider. She was still a little afraid of it, finding it hard to believe that it was someone who posed no danger whatsoever.
His abilities were simply too great, in every aspect. She was just curious why such a guy hadn't been chosen by the Demon God to become the Demon King. Shouldn't they have chosen such an experienced monster to be their right-hand man?
But this guy also inexplicably made people feel at ease, even in this eerily chaotic place that made them want to collapse. With him around, it felt like everyone was on a picnic. It was as if being within his sight was safe.
It's hard to imagine that such a monster could make people feel so at ease. Little Spider didn't know what Little White was thinking; he was just skillfully using his prosthetic limbs to treat the wounds of the person in front of him.
Although it's not as easy as it looks in reality, he doesn't have much magic left, so it's still very difficult to have complete and precise control over it.
I can only say that I've really gotten used to this feeling of weakness, and I still have no problem treating wounds of this severity.
"Why should we let him live?"
A cold voice suddenly appeared, startling the three people who turned their heads to look at the child who had appeared in front of them.
It was a little boy, who looked to be about the same age as Lori. But he didn't seem like a living person, because his skin was white, his hair was jet black, and there were tentacles wrapped all over his body.
He looked like a child who had wandered into a quagmire, yet he showed no fear. His black-based, red eyes stared at the little spider, unmoved for a moment.
A murderous intent suddenly swept over him, but not from his side; rather, it came from the three men over there. They immediately realized that his approach had gone unnoticed. This should never happen.
Moreover, this guy didn't look like a normal living person. His chest was hollow, with black blood constantly flowing out. His whole body was covered in black cracks, and on his head, a mark that seemed to be alive was changing as if breathing, affecting the completely bulging blood vessels throughout his body.
"Does saving someone need a reason?" the little spider said, gripping its two scythes and slightly retracting its prosthetic legs. But not to dodge; merely to prepare for a faster strike later.
“Yes.” The child seemed a bit stubborn, but he didn’t press the little spider for an answer: “And who are you? I didn’t know anyone would be coming here today; no one told me beforehand.”
As he said this, the intertwined tentacles surrounded him, almost like a cage, allowing him to remain undisturbed by any sneak attacks.
"That guy is a demon, and that demonic mark is registered." Little White shouted to the little spider, "His ability is Domination, which allows him to control any number of demons he touches, but he must make contact with them."
"Huh? It seems my ability isn't a secret after all." The little boy didn't seem surprised. He just sat there and said, "Don't worry. Just controlling this thing is tiring enough. It takes energy to control this guy. Even if I could control you all briefly, it wouldn't make any difference. It wouldn't help me at all, and I have no reason to kill you. You don't look like food that's been thrown down."
He answered very seriously, then stood in front of the little spider with a serious expression.
“You’re very strong,” he said, “but you’re too weak. There’s edible magic everywhere here, don’t you want to replenish your energy?”
The tone of voice was just like someone who had a friend come to their house and asked with a smile if they wanted to eat.
"No need, thank you for your kindness." The little spider took a deep breath, then looked at him and asked, "What are you doing right now?"
"What are you doing? Killing people, of course!" The little boy looked at the spider with a puzzled expression. "Isn't that obvious?"
"Why?" Spider-Man was a little stunned by his nonchalance, and just frowned, not understanding why this guy looked so indifferent.
“You should ask the person next to you who’s unconscious.” The little boy also seemed not to understand why the guy was in such a mood: “The condition for me to live was that I could perfectly control this big guy and then let me attack this city. I don’t understand why, but he would support me for it. Although he looks very weak now, according to the agreement, I should fulfill the agreement.”
As he spoke, he leaned against the tentacles, three of which stiffened beside him and then gushed out black blood as if being tightly gripped by a hand.
The tentacles that had completely dried up transformed into something resembling a spear. He gripped them tightly with both hands, looking at the little spider with curiosity: "I sense your hostility. What? Are you unhappy with what I'm about to do?"
The three spears flew around him, each aimed at the person in front of him.
For these three weakened individuals, this was a killing blow. There was absolutely no need for extensive preparation; as long as the three spears, each capable of piercing through the body, were locked on, victory would be assured.
The little spider shook its head, its eyes, which had been filled with anger, silently dimmed.
“We just want to get out of here.” He raised his hands, as if he had already been defeated.
If it were just him, he wouldn't care how things turned out. But now there are two people behind him. He can die because of his meaningless persistence, but he can't let them be implicated.
"Oh?" The little boy looked up, where several tentacles crowded the opening. "Want to leave from there? I suggest you go around. I need to enter the real world from here, and I'm opening a gap. In other words, I can't let you out from here."
Krisen wanted to say something, but his wrist was grabbed. He turned his head and looked at Deedri standing behind him.
"That guy's magic core is sticking out," she whispered in the little spider's ear.
The little spider paused, looking behind the little boy.
My vision was obstructed by various things, and my not-so-bright brain was constantly working. I didn't notice that dangerous thing.
Once the magic core is destroyed, no matter what kind of demon it is, there is no way to save it. Even if the Demon King manages to survive, he cannot escape unscathed.
And is this supposed to be a demon king? He seems to have been kept here. Although I knew from the beginning that something extraordinary was being raised here, it still felt a little unreal when I actually saw that enormous body and that obviously demonic creature in front of me.
"Is it enough to just destroy that thing?" the little spider muttered softly, turning to look at the little white creature that had already gone far away.
She retreated not to escape, but to find a distance where her arrows could reach their maximum power.
The boy seemed to be there to protect the creature's core; he was resting his head on his hand, and it was unclear whether he had overheard their conversation.
But could that magic core be real? Krisen had some doubts that it was some kind of decoy.
No matter what, exposing one's magic core is a gross underestimation of the enemy. The reason why massive monsters are difficult to deal with is precisely because their magic core is hard to find, making them difficult to kill. His actions were tantamount to negating the rare advantages of a large monster.
“It seems you guys have some tricks up your sleeve.” The boy didn’t seem to think that the magic core behind him was a dangerous thing. “But I have to be honest, you’ve definitely put me in a difficult position.”
He continued to look at the group of guys, then his gaze lingered on the one who had stood up.
"Is it Qing?" The high priest turned to look at the boy and said softly, "Why are you here?"
"Qing? You mean the owner of this body? You probably won't be able to see him again." The boy looked at himself and said, "That's a good name. I happen to be missing a name."
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