Chapter 183
"Need any help cleaning up? Although I shouldn't lay a hand on the child according to the agreement, I can help get rid of all the annoying guys around here." The Benevolent One looked at the Judge outside and said, "If you don't hurry, the child might run away."
"No need, I'll handle it. Just keep an eye on the rats." The arbitrator's reply came back, and time outside seemed to stand still for a moment. The next instant, all the netting was instantly destroyed.
It seemed like there was just a brief pause, and then those things suddenly disappeared, as if it were an illusion, as if they had never appeared at all.
“Yes, yes, if it were up to you, dealing with these things would be a piece of cake.” Ren’ai shrugged, watching him leave the area visible from the window.
The Arbiter did not head directly to the edge of the Spirit Forest, but instead walked to a tree trunk, paused for a few seconds, and waited for the person hiding there to show themselves.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking at the little spider on the tree, its bow drawn and aimed at him.
“Crimson,” Spider-Man said softly, looking at him.
There was really no need for him to reveal his name, since they were undoubtedly enemies now, with no possibility of reconciliation and no capacity for mutual understanding. The fact that the little spider had extended its limbs behind it already indicated its stance: it would fight him until one side was defeated.
The moment the divine bow left his hand, the wind pressure and oppressive force it unleashed reached Judgment's brow in an instant. The tree trunk was empty, and behind him, four spider legs, like sharp spears, were about to pierce his body in a burst of power.
The entire event unfolded in less than a tenth of a second; it was an absolute instantaneous attack, so fast that even the human body couldn't react to the sudden outburst.
That was an attack from the Divine Bow and the Chaos Calamity; the power it unleashed in an instant was enough to injure the Demon King.
That's how it should be.
The little spider was momentarily distracted, its body moving before its reason could react, and the arrow that should have pierced its body struck the ground in front of it instead.
A tremendous force was driven into the ground, and the shockwaves spread out instantly.
He was thrown into the air by the immense pressure and landed on the ground trembling uncontrollably.
In an instant, they separated by tens of meters, but even so, the little spider felt a chill run through its body. It was as if it had been held tightly in someone's hand the whole time, and no matter what it did, it couldn't break free.
Then my leg broke.
Suddenly, I felt a sudden loss of strength and collapsed to my knees. Only now did the excruciating pain hit me; the pain from the broken bones was so intense it could have brought me to the brink of fainting.
what happened?
The little spider looked at its legs in confusion. Nothing had happened, but its legs were indeed broken.
And it's not healing. He sensed something was wrong. Several seconds have passed, but the bone still hasn't healed.
No, I should be able to heal this injury in an instant.
“As long as you don’t continue to block my way, I have no intention of harming you,” the Arbitrator said. “We are strangers, but I know you are someone who deserves to live. Although I don’t know why you are delaying me here, I can overlook your mistakes.”
"What did you just do?" Spider-Man asked softly, though he had no expectation that Spider-Man would answer.
“I’ve only given the order. If you keep delaying like this, I’ll be very annoyed.” The Arbiter nodded slightly to show his goodwill: “I am an Arbiter who has been given power by the gods. I have the authority to give orders to all things.”
"What do you mean?" Chris's mind went blank for a moment as he watched the tree next to him wither away inexplicably at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“That means I gave the order to die, and it will respond in this way,” the Arbiter said softly. “Do you understand? If I wanted to, you wouldn’t have just had your legs severed.”
After saying this, he drew a line on the ground with his spear, separating himself from Chrisson.
But he frowned and looked around.
Chris cut off his own legs, and new limbs grew back the instant he cut them off.
Since the body has been restricted from healing its wounds, all that's needed is to cut off the restricted area.
If it's just about enduring the pain, the little spider still won't lose.
"Although I don't know why, I still admire your courage." The judge sighed and looked around.
The surrounding area is a forest, a spiritual forest. The forests here are products of magic, so judging magic power is not very useful here.
Moreover, he was a priest, and was not very skilled at sensing magic.
In an instant, he disappeared into the forest, but he did not leave; instead, he was looking for an opportunity to cause harm.
Chris looked at the verdict, mentally calculating his countermeasures.
I have never seen such an ability before, the ability to make words come true. I have never heard of or seen anything that can produce results simply by giving a command.
Including the fact that I just cleared away the trap that I had spent a long time setting up in a split second.
Before even realizing his abilities, Chris was still wondering why so much of his work had been for nothing in an instant, given how quickly and effectively he had cleaned up the mess.
The name was utterly irrational and domineering; I knew I should have made that connection. The fact that I could evolve without limit was already so unreasonable. Then how domineering must the abilities of those so-called saints be?
It now appears that this ability has absolutely no drawbacks.
However, this requires time to think about; in fact, all capabilities should have a time to be used and activated.
This is a frequently triggered ability, so its inherent thinking ability dictates a time limit before it takes effect.
As long as one's speed can be judged to be faster than the speed at which the other uses their ability, then there is still a chance.
He thought this, but all he felt was a chill down the back of his neck.
If he had directly ordered me to die, wouldn't I be dead by now?
He froze for a moment, then quickly recovered.
I acted on instinct just now without thinking too much.
But now he finally had time to sort out what had just happened.
Krisen didn't want to think about this anymore; the more he thought about it, the more he felt he shouldn't be here. Deedri was right; this wasn't a monster that normal monsters could handle.
But if I leave, who will protect Lori? Now that this guy is gone, the child will be lost.
Although Spider-Man didn't interact with Lori very frequently, he still liked the child very much.
There is no additional reason. Does protecting an unarmed child need a reason?
Spider-Man didn't want to think about it. His mind started racing, trying to figure out what he should do to slow down that guy.
He was already a little surprised; he had destroyed his own web in an instant, and that guy could find the child at any time with even greater speed.
But he didn't seem to be in a hurry, just walking with his father as if taking a stroll.
Is it because of myself?
Isn't this a bit arrogant? I'm just a monster, why would a saint be interested in an ordinary monster?
This is the Spirit Forest, home to many demon lords. There's no shortage of powerful monsters here, so there's no need to waste too much energy on yourself.
But thinking about it this way makes it even more incomprehensible. This guy could have left much faster, so why is he staying in this area?
The little spider thought to itself as it adjusted its position in the forest.
Although the conditions for activating his ability are unknown, it shouldn't be without any restrictions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to go there; he could have simply ordered the child to die. That would have been easier and safer.
So why did he go? And why walk, a completely inefficient way to get there? He should have chosen a more suitable method.
The little spider climbed up to the treetop, surrounded by greenery, and its appearance stood out conspicuously.
He lurked like a spider, preparing to launch a fatal attack on his prey.
My mind suddenly went blank, and the thought of the prey reminded me of what had happened just half a day ago. That night, it seemed I had been the prey.
Ugh, what's going on in my head right now?
The little spider covered its head and suddenly felt fear.
If I were to die...
It's not impossible. When he's here, he's already on the verge of death. The guy in front of him is no different from the Grim Reaper. If he wanted to, he might already be dead.
Would Deedris be sad if I died?
Perhaps so; one's own life is no longer one's own.
The reason he wasn't afraid of death before was because Spider-Man had no ties; no one would really be sad about his death, or rather, no one ever wanted him to live, so he valued his life a little.
But now there's no way out. He has a girlfriend, someone he cherishes. And being cherished in return, he suddenly feels bound by this, and he's starting to worry about dying.
After all, as long as he was alive, he still had a chance, hope... and Deedri's warm embrace.
He reversed the spear in his hand, lowered his body, and looked at the judge who was also looking at him.
He found himself again, and then stopped there, neither speaking nor moving forward, just watching him.
This feeling was really unpleasant, like being observed. It made the little spider wonder if it had done something wrong.
I had this feeling from the beginning; this guy didn't exude any sense of guilt. He stood there like a perfectly fair scale, giving the impression that he wouldn't do anything wrong for personal reasons.
It's a bit too rigid.
"Interested in becoming my friend?"
Completely unexpectedly, he reached out his hand towards himself, and a smile suddenly appeared on his previously cold and hard face.
The brain, which was already burning out, suddenly went blank. This feeling was exactly the same as when Deedris suddenly asked him if he was interested in being her boyfriend when he was at his busiest, enough to put his brain in an overloaded state to think about life.
"There shouldn't be a friend of mine who would go to such lengths to kill a child." Spider-Man suddenly felt a surge of anger, and he shouted uncontrollably, "You're a saint, right? Since you represent God, why won't you even spare a child? She didn't do anything wrong, can't you give her a chance?"
The judge found his angry expression somewhat amusing.
"Perhaps," he said casually, turning around and brandishing his spear.
Because the little spider teleported behind him, it was even faster than before, and its secondary limbs were blocked by his spear the instant before they could make contact.
He was thrown back and saw the judge holding a long spear in front of him.
Just like in a painting, it's as if an angelic figure is holding a sacred weapon and blocking out evil spirits.
Although the truth is exactly the opposite.
"Why didn't you order me to die this time?" Spider-Man smiled. "This ability can't be activated at any time, right?"
Christon was trying to find an opportunity, but if it really was as he had said, then he had no chance at all.
Although he had to admit there was an element of gambling involved, he wasn't planning to run away to save his life today.
"Why would I use it on you? You're clean." He said with a hint of helplessness, "You're clean? That's strange. Do clean monsters really exist in this world?"
The arbitrator spoke with such confidence that the little spider was stunned.
Clean? Do you mean right after taking a shower?
I did wash my body this morning, but it should have gotten dirty again just now.
It can't actually be referring to something else, can it? Does it mean I'm safe?
This is utterly absurd.
The little spider found his statement somewhat inexplicable, but could sense the anger in his eyes.
This guy has been giving me a sense of unease ever since he appeared. He takes things for granted, as if what he does doesn't require any thought and is simply the right thing to do.
How could that be? If hurting a child is right, then there is nothing wrong in the world.
"Judgment, I think we can talk." Suddenly, the little spider heard a familiar voice.
He then noticed the girl standing in the distance.
All white, with white hair and a white tail, Bai stood there with his hands raised above his head to indicate that he was safe.
The adjudicator looked at the person standing there, hesitated for a moment, and then felt a headache coming on.
Although he didn't like Bai, the monster in the church, he couldn't avoid seeing him often.
Why are you in a place like this?
"Because you'll be here."
The judge's lips twitched, because he himself felt that the question was unnecessary and could be used in many roundabout ways.
This guy made no attempt to hide the fact that he was just there to play word games.
This is a bit troublesome. I can't let this thing hold me back, or it might really get away.
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