Chapter 166
"I'm so sorry, I was thinking about something, so..."
"Don't worry about it. I accidentally hurt a teammate because of this too." Dedely gritted her teeth in pain, but still smiled and said, "It's nothing serious."
Despite saying that, Spider-Man still looked a little guilty. After giving the wound a quick bandage, he looked at the sharp knife stuck not far away.
Right above his head, looking at that thing, he swallowed hard.
If I had been a little later, I might have run into that thing. Ultimately, I didn't even consider why there was a bound blade in this place, something I couldn't sense, yet it existed right here.
Completely devoid of hostility or magical sensation, this visible trap was so effective and terrifying when I was daydreaming.
If I had been reminded later, I probably would have needed to repair an extra brain.
The little spider pinched both ends of the blade and pulled it out, watching it turn into a few straws in front of it and fall into its palm.
It put the straw in its mouth and chewed it, becoming even more puzzled.
Dedeline was startled when she saw him put the thing in his mouth, her face twitching: "You dare to eat that?"
“I have poison resistance,” the little spider replied simply, while simultaneously beginning to wonder.
It was just ordinary straw; it didn't contain even a trace of magic. Nor was it poisonous.
But just now, this thing seemed to be able to cut itself apart very easily. It's hard to imagine that it could do that without magic.
Perhaps it's just that you've added the psychological suggestion that it will hurt you, so you feel that it can hurt you.
If it's really the latter, that's terrifying. If it's just psychological suggestion that can achieve this, then the surrounding environment might even be fake.
The little spider paused, looking behind it.
The place where I was supposed to stand to the scarecrow is now empty.
Ultimately, he had no idea what kind of place this was.
At that moment, on a tree branch not far away, a figure wearing a wooden mask and a grass cloak sat there, holding a green staff and looking at the puzzled little spider.
He took a few straws from his cloak and pulled them out from his hat. It was a withered hand, so thin that all that could be seen were completely emaciated brown muscles.
The straw fell in the wind, transforming into a human shape in the air. It was Deedris, exactly like the person behind the little spider.
I didn't know this guy was connected to Spider-Man until she suddenly appeared next to him. Spider-Man suddenly became impatient, whether in thinking or fighting.
This is a major taboo.
Therefore, it can be logically deduced that he was interested in such humanoid objects.
Suddenly the ground shook, and it looked in surprise at the tree it was standing on.
The girl who had just landed was impaled on a tree after being pierced through vital organs by two spider legs. The spider legs were not as short as they looked; they grew dozens of times longer in an instant before piercing through the creature.
Did it make a sound when it landed? It watched as the little spider dragged the humanoid thing up, and after confirming its authenticity in front of it, it used its four spider legs to cut it into pieces one after another.
Then it turned its head and looked at itself coldly.
The little thing sitting there was also pierced through in an instant. Its straw hat and cloak slowly floated to the ground as it was pierced, and its human form turned into straw.
"It's all fake." The little spider gritted its teeth. "It's so annoying."
In his perception, the forest had completely transformed into a labyrinth designed to trap them. His magic was scattered, and he only now realized that this wasn't a spirit forest at all, but rather a forest formed within the chaotic realm.
It's eerie, danger lurks everywhere. And there really is some inexplicable creature trying to harm them; in short, they must remain vigilant.
Behind her stood Deedri, who had absolutely no idea what to do.
From her perspective, its actions were completely incomprehensible.
While perception is a fundamental skill for monsters, their proficiency hasn't reached the level of something like the little spider, which can immediately detect and react to even the slightest clue.
Her attention was inexplicably drawn to the hand that Christon had grabbed, a pale, slender hand that was clearly male, held over her wound, with dark purple magic swirling around it.
Similar to the principle of holy magic exorcism, it releases pure magic in the surrounding space to prevent chaotic elements from infecting the wound.
And surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all; the spider web stuck to the wound only felt cool.
"So gentle," Deedrey murmured. Spider-Man ignored her whisper and continued to observe his surroundings.
Although it dislikes fighting, no one would question its talent in this area. It is a monster born to kill, a prodigy in this field.
Suddenly I feel so at ease, even though I don't know what I'm doing.
Dedeline smiled helplessly. Sure enough, it was best not to bring this guy along when you wanted to train. If you got used to this feeling of security, it would be terrible.
She looked around and realized that things were indeed in trouble; there was a guy who could make fake scarecrows that could be hiding anywhere.
Although they didn't know why this thing was bothering them, it was currently in this place and could launch a full-scale attack on them at any moment.
This is a terrible request. We know absolutely nothing about this guy; he's incredibly strong. He's on par with Spider-Man, and might even be stronger.
But it's so reassuring. This feeling is awful, but it feels like continuing like this isn't so bad. Anyway, with this guy in front of me, I won't encounter any danger, and even if I do, he'll help me get rid of it.
But the only wound I got after coming in was caused by the little spider. Even now, this guy could turn around and kill me here at any time, leaving me with no chance to fight back.
However, he didn't care at all, he had a strange trust, no doubt whatsoever, he just believed that this guy wouldn't hurt him.
Well, it seems there's a way to make this trust seem justifiable.
"Hey, little spider, how about we become boyfriend and girlfriend after we get out of here?" Deedley tilted her head and looked at him, saying, "How about it?" (First published on 78Chinese.com)
Chrison froze, standing there motionless. Deedley paused, then quickly looked around, assuming the little spider had noticed something was wrong.
It wasn't until she turned her head back after looking around and saw the little spider's flushed face staring at her that she realized the little guy had been startled by her suggestion.
"Are you conscious right now?" the little spider asked hesitantly, considering whether to touch her forehead.
“I remember saying something similar before.” Deedrey tilted her head, indicating that she didn’t understand Spider-Man’s panic: “Why are you surprised?”
"I should be the one asking why you can bring this up without any embarrassment," the little spider muttered softly, then slowly bent down to observe its surroundings.
This was no longer a joking atmosphere, and the sudden events had thrown him into disarray. Fortunately, it wasn't something that would completely cloud his judgment.
This suggestion is too good to be true, but you'd have to be alive to accept it.
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"What are you doing?" The Elf King frowned, looking at the guy sitting not far away.
After I came out, I saw that guy appear in front of me. He was a tall and thin figure, wearing a wooden mask and covering his body with a long white robe.
"The one who came to question you, do you know what kind of demons have entered our Spirit Forest?" The monster squinted at it, its voice tinged with displeasure: "Or perhaps you simply don't care."
“I know, that’s a friend of someone I know,” the Elf King said, looking at it. “I can guarantee its safety.”
“This isn’t something you can easily guarantee,” the man standing in front of me said softly. “I’m letting them into the Misty Forest now, without your permission, but I believe it’s something that should and must be done.”
"That's going too far. They didn't do anything out of line," the Elf King said somewhat displeased. "It puts me in a difficult position to handle this on my own."
“It’s my duty, and we can’t change our rules just because you’re making things difficult for us.” The man said softly, “We don’t welcome filthy things here. That thing is too terrifying a monster; it shouldn’t be our guest. We should make them leave, or else they should be sacrificed.”
"Do as you please, just don't blame me if there are any problems." The Elf King frowned. "If they ask me for help, I won't refuse. Ark is our benefactor in the Spirit Forest. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, it did save us. Without that guy, this place would never have been built."
"That's your personal opinion, I don't want to comment." After saying that, the guy turned to leave: "By the way, a saint from the church will be coming here soon, so please be prepared to welcome him."
"The Heroine?" The Elf King paused and said, "We don't need to worry too much about that person. Although we are indeed no match for her, we have a good relationship with her."
“No, it’s an even more repulsive aura,” the monster said. “Don’t be too optimistic; we can never let our guard down for a moment.”
After saying that, he jumped down from the tree branch as easily as a stick falling from a tree.
The Elf King looked into the distance and unconsciously frowned.
Even the Spirit Forest is a target for many filthy things. Many of these are difficult to completely eliminate, and with a severe shortage of manpower, a regular cleaning method is clearly needed.
That is, the Misty Forest. For Ling Sen, that place is just a dumping ground. As long as no one leads the way, the monsters that go in will just wander around inside.
You can enter the Misty Forest from anywhere; it's a concept, a space different from reality. You can also exit the Misty Forest from anywhere.
They wouldn't even feel anything unusual while inside, and wouldn't even know they'd been trapped in another dimension.
If they come looking for someone, it's unrealistic for me not to go and lead them out. If Ark really causes trouble here, I don't want to deal with it.
As expected, that guy is too independent, and he often does things that put him in a dilemma, which is really infuriating.
But there was nothing he could do; after all, that guy was just like him. He was one of the Three Sages, and as a demon king, he had plenty of ways to make these strays experience interesting things.
The Elf King jumped down from the tree and tapped the ground lightly with his cane.
Suddenly, a green light shone from the ground and shot straight into the sky in an instant.
Although it was boring, I still wanted to help that guy a little. After all, it looked very weak, and if I didn't help, it would probably have a hard time even getting out alive.
After doing this, he walked silently through the Spirit Forest, the grass beneath his feet growing wildly.
Even with plant filtration, the elements hidden underground are still causing these plants to create a chaotic mess, as terrifying as a scene from a ghost story, and the plant itself doesn't know how much longer it can suppress these things.
If nothing unexpected happens, the saint should be here by now, and he's going to greet that guy.
It's been so long. I wonder if we'll still be at each other's throats when we meet again. But now he's no match for that girl who used to be like a frightened cat. He still remembers her eyes, filled with confusion, despair, and hostility towards him.
Perhaps from that moment on, she viewed everything with hostility; perhaps in her eyes, there was only the distinction between enemies and Ark—anyone who wasn't Ark was an enemy. (78 Chinese website updates fastest on PC)
At that moment, Ark had just stepped out of that secluded garden and looked up to see that there was no light through the gaps in the leaves, only darkness filtering in.
It was getting late. Ark looked at the forest, which looked no different from any other day in the darkness, and at the elves hiding in the corners, observing him.
Not all elves welcomed them. These elves had lived here for far too long and had never been kind to outsiders. If they hadn't been here before, and hadn't seen it before, they might have already shot them through.
The reason they don't show themselves is simply fear, just as humans fear monsters, monsters also fear humans, and also other monsters.
"Good evening," Ark greeted the guy who jumped in front of him. "It's so good to see you're alright."
"I'm alright, I guess." It was Benny, who had spent a week traveling to get here: "What are you doing now?"
“I just finished having tea with a friend.” Yak gave her a hug. “Maybe I should wait for you to have a drink with me.”
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