All of a sudden, the scene became extremely evil.

The swarm of sand spiders had just attacked the Tiger Spirit and the High Mountain Fort warriors like mad demons, but now they were ignoring them as roadside stones as if they were evil spirits.

The Tiger Spirit Warrior who accidentally slipped and fell, his sharp chelica teeth were only an inch away from his neck, and he was about to be bitten to death, but the sand spider suddenly lost interest and did not continue to move forward. He crawled to the ground and stood up, touched his body and found that he was unharmed, and immediately showed a happy smile for the rest of his life.

But when he finally came back to his senses, the happiness on his face suddenly vanished, and he even subconsciously held his breath - under the cold moonlight, all the sand spiders in the range of his vision were too numerous to count, and they were all staring at Qiqiu motionless, as if they had collectively turned into statues.

Only the slight ups and downs of the body prove that they are still alive!

Richard's arms were covered with goosebumps, round and full, and his cold hairs stood like military flags in the night wind. Even if I exhaust my mind and search for what I have learned all my life, there is no one that can make a slightly reasonable explanation for this scene, and I can't help but tremble in my heart!

He didn't have time to think too much about it, and the situation took a new turn - those silent "statues" suddenly came to life, and the eight arthropods frantically attacked Qiqiu together.

The sand spider has no wings, no access to the elements, and certainly no flight. It stands to reason that they should have been helpless in the face of Qiqiu in the air.

But the massive sand spiders worked together to create a miraculous feat - thousands of sand spiders stacked up a gradually rising Luohan Tower, trying to touch the unreachable target!

It's just such a clumsy method, in the face of real air creatures, where can it really work.

If necessary, with just a slight flap of his wings, Chichu can instantly fly to a height that the sand spider will not be able to reach in the next life.

But it was clearly a little curious about this, and stopped where it was, staring at it with wide eyes. When the sand spider is about to touch it, it flapps its wings and rises a little higher. This cycle repeatedly, again and again, and after a few rounds, the distance between Qiqiu and the ground was close to ten blades.

Naturally, it was impossible for the stacked Arhats to develop indefinitely, and the members below could no longer support it, and with a bang, the seven- and eight-bladed spider tower suddenly collapsed.

But the sand spider did not feel discouraged at all, and immediately regrouped and began to stack arhats. After reaching a certain height, fail again, start again, start again, fail again......

Whenever they fail and fall, there will be many sand spiders who fall to pieces and lose their lives in vain. But they are like Sisyphus who forever pushes the boulder up the mountain, no matter how tragic, and will continue to make the next attempt.

"What's going on?" "You look at me, I look at you, and no one knows what to do—everything in front of them is so weird that they are at a loss.

Not to mention the newcomers to the Alpine Fort, even the Tiger Spirits who have lived here for thousands of years have never heard of a similar situation!

"Whatever the fuck, chop up all these damn spiders!" the lord took the lead in raising the dragon-slaying sword, flung off his arms and slashed out, slashing a flesh alley between the sand spiders.

Everyone's hearts instantly rose to their throats, but soon, it turned out that their worries were completely unwarranted - the sand spider had no reaction to the attack that fell on them. As if I couldn't feel it, I continued to devote myself to the business of stacking towers.

"Shall we continue chopping it?" Gunther was on a tomahawk, his face strange.

"Nonsense, or else?" the lord beckoned to the still hesitant warrior of the Alpine Castle,

In his eyes, these sand spiders are all experiences that can be harvested without any risk. How can you still find this shop after this village, if you don't seize the opportunity, you will be damned!

............

Fang Cai's bitter battle seemed to have become a dream bubble, and even the parties concerned couldn't help but wonder if it had ever happened.

On the wall of the urn city, a soldier with a big waist and a round waist is swaying his labor sweat. They kept raising their heavy primary weapons and aimed them at the sand spiders and fell hard, like young farmers who were toiling to chop wood.

"Excuse me!" Senid took a few tiger spirits with him, dragging the stone grinder a few times from time to time, pushing the more and more sand spider corpses outside.

"I'm tired...... Gunther gasped, beads of sweat on his forehead, ready to rest against the wall.

This kind of manual labor is not dangerous, but the mechanical repetition is undoubtedly very torturous. The warriors of Alpine Fort are very professional, and they never produce in normal times, so they can't stand this boredom at all.

"Don't be lazy. The lord saw what was going on, and flew up and kicked Gunther in the ass. He was covered in emerald green slime, as if he had just been fished out of a lake filled with spider bodily fluids.

Gunther threw his head up, took up his tomahawk with teary eyes, and rejoined the ranks of the working people.

"It's so boring, it's the most boring thing I've ever done in my life, there's absolutely no one!" If even Hurt is complaining about boring, it's definitely boring.

Killing becomes a purely manual labor, and what only enthusiasm is quickly worn out, leaving only endless torture. The time limit for Qiqiu's transformation was only half an hour, but in the senses of the warriors of the Alpine Fort, this half hour was simply longer than half a year.

"Let's work harder, and there are still two hundred breaths left!" the lord crossed his hips and shouted for victory.

"Whew!" Attracted by the dawn of nothingness, the warriors howled and buried their heads in hard work, and even waved their weapons more frequently.

Two hundred breaths later—"And the last fifty breaths!" the lord's impassioned voice rang out again.

"Good. "The response was weak, but it was still effective.

"The last twenty breaths! this time it's true!" just listening to the voice, the lord couldn't wait to swear by his fingers.

"Oku......"

"Finally, the last ten breaths, everyone hold on a little longer!"

“......”

"Lord Richard must be a very powerful officer. Bernard watched the scene and gently slapped his hands in admiration.

"Why do you say that?" Senid couldn't help but look skeptical and confused.

"Have you ever heard of a shrewd ancient general who told his men that there were plums to eat in the distance, thus motivating them to keep on the march and eventually win? Bernard looked at Senid, his face full of rotten wood that could not be carved and dung that did not come up to the wall, "Isn't it the same thing that Lord Richard is doing now?"

"Oh~" Senid suddenly realized.

Vera looked at Berner and rolled her eyes fiercely - "Two sycophants!"