The leader who summoned the Great Spider finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the fierce blow from Old York just now almost made him lose confidence in his summon. He never thought that an old man who had betrayed his organization for more than twenty years would have such a powerful fighting power, even if this person used to be a terrifying warrior in the organization, in fact, it was precisely because of this thought, in addition to these people in front of him, he didn't even mobilize more people, if that giant spider failed, his only choice was to retreat temporarily.

The leader's relaxation was only for a moment, as a good killer, he would never let himself be on guard for a long time at any time, but for Rhaeggar, this time was enough, and the moment the muscles in the leader's whole body relaxed, he made a move.

A tiny bolt of lightning silently streaked through the air and struck the leader's body, a small lightning bolt that didn't do much damage to the human body, but was enough to paralyze the strongest man for a short time. Before the opponent could recover from the paralysis, Rhaegard's next spell, a magic missile, had already formed in the air, and the next moment, the ball of energy that shimmered white light roared and crashed into the opponent's body.

The leader's body made a bone-shattering sound, and the condensed magical energy shattered his sternum and ribs, which in turn stabbed into his lungs and heart, and in less than half a second, the life force left him forever.

This change was obviously unexpected by everyone, and the opponents of Old York fell into a brief moment of confusion and panic as they saw their invincible leader suddenly fall, and this state that should never have been on the battlefield finally killed them.

Without warning, a fireball appeared in the middle of the nearest few people, and then exploded, the flames of magic engulfing the poor creatures in an instant, and then, while the attention of the remaining people was completely absorbed by the magic in front of them, the leopard-like figure of Rhaegar rushed out of the shadows, the wind swept over the two closest to him, and the short sword snatched from the slain adventurer in his hand easily wiped their throats, and at the same time, two throwing knives came out of their hands and plunged into the necks of the other two opponents.

There is only one last one left. Rhaegar slowly approached his almost frightened opponent, his eyes glowing with bloodthirsty belligerence as he had been calm and rational, and a series of battles and killings awakened parts of his soul that were not undead, and this geist had only one thought at the moment: to kill all enemies.

"Be careful!" Old York's shout brought back his senses, and almost at the same moment, Rhaegar who sensed the danger was approaching rolled out to one side, and a spider the size of a carriage grazed his body, stopping a few meters away, and then turned around, two lantern-like compound eyes staring at the enemy who had slain his summoner, and a creepy scream came out of his mouth.

Despite receiving a lot of magic from the mages who summoned him, Rhaegar, who lacked systematic knowledge, did not know much about the monsters that had been summoned to this world, and according to his limited knowledge, these summoned beings should return to their homeland after the summoner died.

But the big spider in front of him obviously violated this common sense.

"That's a man-eating spider," said Old York, trapped in the cobwebs, at a rapid pace, "the mages of the Order have captured them from their homeland and magically imprisoned them in certain items that only a few trusted can possess. ”

This answer explains Rhaeggar's doubts: the spider was not summoned from another world, it belonged here, so even if the summoner died, it would not disappear.

"Tell me about its weaknesses. Rhaegar fired a magic missile—the fastest spell he had ever mastered—as he shouted to Old York, "How can I kill it?"

"Their skin is hard, and nothing can hurt these big guys unless they hit the same place in a row with a heavy weapon. Old York said, "Maybe magic can have some effect, but that's not something I can understand." ”

It turned out that at least the magic missile, which was close to a physical strike, was of little use to the big spider, and despite the continuous impact that caused it to howl incessantly, the man-eating spider's body was apparently not seriously damaged, on the contrary, the enraged giant spider completely forgot about the pain on its body, and it used its two chelicera to fend off the missile's attack while rushing up ferociously, ready to tear the hateful creature that had hurt itself to shreds.

Rhaegar dodged the man-eating spider's pursuit with an almost dance-like footwork — a strange, dreamlike footwork that almost reached the limits of human skill, allowing the geist to escape his opponent's attacks every time without danger — while quickly flipping through his memories in search of a way to defeat his opponent.

"It's clear that it's bound by some kind of magic," Rhaegar thought quickly, "and that bind keeps it in the mortal realm, and makes it accessible to anyone who holds the object that imprisons it and knows how to use it, including the dead guy who doesn't know the slightest bit of magic." ”

The idea sparked him somewhat, and his body swam like a fish through a rapids between his opponent's attacks, gradually approaching the emblem that summoned the man-eating spider, and grabbed the badge in his hand as he dodged the attack with a roll.

The man-eating spiders finally lost their patience, and like all the beasts that had lost their minds, they used up their silk for a while, and the monsters that had forgotten everything in their rage used their last weapons.

A white water arrow thicker than an adult's arm shot out of the man-eating spider's mouth, the venom stored in its abdominal sac, which could leave a giant elephant without even a bit of residue in a matter of seconds, and even the gold would be difficult to resist the corrosion of this venom, and in return, the man-eating spider would never be able to use this terrible weapon again for a week after using this venom.

But for Rhaegar, such an attack was exactly what he wanted, and at the same time as the venom was sprayed, the geist suddenly fell down, and shot out almost against the ground, and at the same time, the badge that had been held in his hand had been thrown into the venom that was being shot by him.

The venom hit the badge accurately, then skimmed through the air less than a meter from Rhaegar's back and landed on the ground in the distance, turning the slate ground there into a deep pit. Corroded by the acid, the metal badge emitted puffs of white smoke and quickly turned into a puddle of white foaming liquid.

As the badge was destroyed, the man-eating spider let out a sharp scream, and its body turned into a puff of black smoke that dissipated into the air with the wind.