Gwen felt the tremendous power of the spatial distortion on her arm, like an evil vice writhing her muscles and muscles. She held Richard's hand in her right hand and Petra's hand in her left, feeling their fingers suddenly tense in pain.

If Petra's words were correct, and the interior of the dungeon was more expansive than the outside, shouldn't the expansion of space affect their overall bodies? Why separate? Gwen then reminded herself once again that the magical powers of this world did not follow any reasonable laws of human physics. It's a pocket-sized place with a single-man nuclear arsenal. Shark rhinos swim over solid rocky places.

When the pain was unbearable, Gwen made a phone call. She let go of her companions and gave herself to the astral powers, pulling her into the swampy world of the dungeon.

It was the right decision.

The pain of the painful muscles and bones immediately stopped. There was a strange sense of inertia, even though Gwen was well aware that she had been motionless.

Her vision blurred, and then a loud bang purified the air around her. She had a feeling of falling, and then she made a splash when she hit the ground.

Gwen fell on all fours into a pool of saltwater plants filled with thick silt. She felt a foul-smelling liquid splash on her chest, turning her thin blouse into a camouflage covered in matte mud. Part of it made her open her mouth, and Gwen immediately felt sick.

"Caliban!"

A bunch of spider legs flew out of the gap between the two planes. Caliban stands in a spider shape nearly two meters tall, its long legs efficiently cutting through the mire, stabbing into the soft ground with instinctive malice.

No matter where she is, it's best to have a pair of eyes in case of danger. Gwen has yet to see Caliban, now the fourth layer, prove his mettle against a magical beast of equal power. But given its outstanding performance at Level 5 Wanjia, she is confident in its abilities. Ariel is too small to navigate the swamp without consuming her mana, but Caliban's leg shape is perfect for wading through shady paths and gutters.

"Shah, Shah!" Kariban promised to monitor.

After some thought, Gwen realized the decanter of endless water.

She turned it to a warm temperature, poured the bottle over her body, washed away the mud and dirt, and cleaned her mouth of the unpleasant taste. When enough of the foul-smelling substance was gone, she replaced her flask and pulled out a pink cube engraved with crystals.

"Rehearsal!"

Gwen felt the filth of the swamp disappear from her, her dirty hair rejoicing in the much-needed blessing. Her face, her eyelashes, the little nooks and crannies of her ears, were washed off.

In her hands, the light in the cube went out. It needs another LDM company to restore its functionality.

Gwen hid the cube and surveyed her surroundings.

As Mr. Paris said, the land is a salt marsh. The lukewarm, stinking water flooded her knees, making the hike strenuous. As it stands, she no longer has the water walking tracker ring she returned. Gunther's talent has no side effects, matching its strict primary function.

Gwen tried to adjust her bearings, but was unsuccessful. In high school, neither she, Avia, nor Yue passed orienteering.

Gwen cursed her for losing her chance. Even in hindsight, she made the same mistakes she made when she was younger. In school, one should use all excuses to learn and improve one's courage!

Her hazel eyes scanned the distance.

On the horizon of the dungeon was an uncertain gray haze, and from time to time a large amount of steam rose from the swamp, making it blurry. Rows of sparsely stripped trees swelled out of the water like charred, bony fingers.

Next to her, Caliban paced here and there, testing the darkness ahead. Gwen watched as the spider hovered over the water, its legs moving with the flow of hydraulic pistons in mechanical motion.

She needed a light way through the swamp, and here was her answer.

"Caleban, come here," Gwen ordered.

Caliban noticed her communication, lowered his body, and gave her an obsidian leg to use as a stepping brace.

Gwen pushed Kaliban's leg joint, and as she climbed onto it, she felt the sockets of its limbs dimple a little.

Thankfully, the Underworld Spider's upper carapace was made up of smooth pearlescent plates so that she could straddle the front plating of the Caleban to gain the right to buy. As she swung her legs, she could feel the false ** officer in Caleban beating, a vague mockery of the form in which the void was swallowed.

Then Caliban put his legs into the swamp and crossed his long, thin limbs in an asymmetrical manner. Behind them, Caliban's tail, a barbed thing, like a barbed spear, swung happily as Gwen gave a mental command that made him dizzy.

"Hello, Caliban, go away!" she announced into the air, and Caliban strode forward, its four legs holding its body in a near-perfect gyroplane. The shallow swamp is no hassle for the hellish Lovecraftian nightmare.

"Alright," Gwen ordered. "Let's go to the grove over there and see if we can find a better location!"

"Shah, Shah

Caliban stepped into a vague obstacle in the salty water, and both the knight and the beast fell face down into the water.

Gwen kept her mouth shut as she hit the water.

It's going to be a long day.

Filmin unfurls his shield before falling into the mud.

Most of the saltwater is moss and decaying vegetation, not sharp jagged stones or sharp branches.

"Disguise!"

The young magician cast a spell as the sea around him was replaced by shelter, causing a great commotion that disturbed the tranquility of the calm marshland.

Fei straightened his body, waited for the dark waters to return to calm, and then accepted his surroundings.

He waited patiently for any curious creatures to visit the riot, and kept an eye out for other contestants who might land nearby.

Five minutes later, he was both relieved and disappointed.

Well, Fei told himself. Slow and steady.

He can keep the disguise spell going on indefinitely without rushing. Facing anything is not the magician's way.

There was a small forest in the distance that he could spider climb up to make the land better.

Fei waited another minute, then moved.

Gwen snuggled comfortably into the second finger of Cariban's bulbous body, where two obsidian parts met, separated by soft purple tissue. She found that if she wedged her foot into a dangerous-looking barb, the barbs became stirrups for her to keep her balance when Caliban stomped on her eight legs.

Unfortunately, despite Caliban's attempts to maintain its center of gravity, any speed that exceeds a slight jog will be splashed on both of them by a cloudy substance. After half a kilometer and another period of waiting, Gwen accepted the reality of walking on the swamp.

On the back of the Caliban balance, she produced the gear she saved from Singapore, specially designed for these places. After quickly confirming the privacy from the eyes of the Caliban spider, she took off her clothes and changed her clothes.

Her cowgirl is gone, replaced by a pair of waterproof slippers and a full-length nylon leather suit. Her wide-brimmed hat was also tucked away, as the sun in the swamp was sickly, and Gwen felt she needed to be aware of the dangers above and below. Her ponytail is tied and tied to form a tight knot that prevents too much trash from sticking to her hair.

She wondered how others were handling the matter. Are their clothes enchanted to resist mud and water? Or do they just have a way to walk on water?

Well, Gwen mused. In this watery world, Richard must be happy. She hit her heel on either side of Caliban, and they were on their way. Gwen fantasizes about firing a few flashbangs into the sky, but he decides not to. God knows what she can attract.

So, the master rode through the swamp arena with the scorpion and spider, splashing everywhere as they galloped towards the tree line on the high ground.

When they reached the attack range of the woods, Gwen ordered the Caliban to slow down and monitor the enemy. With her wilderness survival skills almost non-existent, she had to believe that Caliban's dozen pairs of eyes weren't just for decoration.

Shah! Caliban cautiously walked towards the woods, then stopped.

It wavs its tail above its head, and the tip of its flesh undulates like a cobra's head.

"Shah!"

Gwen felt a small piece of vitality drain from her body, flowing between herself and those she knew well, and then fertilized herself into the interior of the obsidian and walked towards Caliban's tail.

A barb with a hook makes a wet click from the tail and shoots out from a span of about 6 meters.

With a loud thud, it plunged into a tree.

"Gail!"

When the barbed hook is injected with the corrosive energy of its payload, a camouflaged object in the tree begins to twist and turn.

The vague figure fell from the branch wet and crashed into the water, and Caliban began to curl his tail.

Oh my God, a spider possessed!

Mr. Fei held his breath.

He had just rounded half of the woods when he heard the sound of water, and then quickly hid and climbed a tree to make himself scarce.

What is a possessed spider doing here? When did they start crossing their habitat into the swamp?

The Dark Elves are underground demihumans who live in large cavern complexes. They belong to the category of half-human elves, who worship the gods of darkness and create a dangerous religion that worships evil schemes and doctrines of power making justice. Textbooks say that when members of their society are condemned, they are forced to undergo a ritual form of torture that turns the upper body of a humanoid into the base of a giant spider, creating a new being, which is a cruel and vicious engine of stupidity.

Spider-worshipping inhabitants in the dark usually settle in areas with extensive underground networks, such as Borneo, Mexico, or the Black Zones of northern South America. What is someone doing in Hengsha?

Did this creature roam into some naturally formed wormhole, connected by a mana vortex in an underground lightning line?

Mr. Fei forced himself to calm down and observed the creature in a less panicked state of mind, following the instructions of his elders.

First, he counted the legs.

“...”

There are eight of them in total, and the tails are very tight. That doesn't make sense. Spiders have eight legs, but no tail. The scorpion has eight legs, two pincers, and a stinger.

So what the hell is this?!Is this a rare breeding or a failed experiment?

His eyes looked up, and the view was even more pleasant.

“...”

The female torso extending from the front was somewhat familiar, he didn't quite know. The silhouette of the woman reminded him of the lightning magician, she was a beautiful girl, but this matter was far from the beautiful electric eye witch who controlled the power of heaven. Not to mention that lightning and this creature are opposites and most likely negative things.

Then "she" began to move, because there was no doubt that the creature was female. Even from this distance, Fei could see the huge swelling of her chest, protected by a dark film half covered in dry mud. The female figure has a serpentine waist, which is pleasing to the eye, and under her black, semi-glossy appearance elegantly arches upwards and reaches to the neck, where the complexion suddenly becomes unblemished pale. Her face is equally breathtaking, with bright hazel eyes, pink lips, and a well-crafted demeanor regardless of race. Strangely, the possessed person has his hair in a bun.

It's tempting until someone knows what's up from the waist down.

Its torso is attached to a mass of carapace and mud, and its eyes are just below. What's even more terrifying is that where its hips are connected to its chest, there is also a mouth, where a dozen jaws are swaying, dripping gray mucus, as if its mind is completely different from the one above.

Fei Fei shuddered. He instinctively knew that an enchanted spider like this liked to eat its prey alive.

However, the upper body... Isn't it smart?

When it wanders around, it doesn't seem to be carrying any gear.

Then it stopped a few meters in front of the woods.

Fei almost broke himself. Did it see him? He's well disguised!

Then, unexpectedly, the tail moved to the front, and with a wet clanging sound, it shot a pink blur into the tree half a meter away from Mr. Fei's hiding place.

Mr. Fei's heart trembled with a wet click, and then, to his horror, he saw a pink barb stab into the middle of an amphibian the size of a large dog.

Unlike him, this thing has a natural camouflage. With a damp thud, it fell from the tree, writhing and struggling.

He felt bile rise in his throat as it was pulled towards the Spider Demon, who used its constriction device to lift it out of the water.

Its prey is a frog, something that looks like a carnivore, balloon-like eyes with chitin horns, and skin covered with pustules dripping venom.

Tail gave it to the mother, but she grimaced in disgust.

And then it happened.

It happened just as Fiy had thought.

The creature pushed the frog into its lower mouth, where there were a dozen pincers, and the paws began to peel its flesh, while the frog screamed in despair.

It was then that Fei's greenhouse life as a young master finally caught up with him.

It's too much.

He restrained as much as he could, but never again.

His stomach was so sour that it flowed out.

"Who's there!" Gwen knew immediately that someone was watching her. Although she failed in both field orientation and field orientation, she couldn't help but discover a vomiting mangrove.

The choking and suffocating sound it made was undoubtedly familiar, as she had lived in Freicesterville (Freiceville) many times before, where every Friday night until two o'clock in the morning, the streets below their apartment were filled with stomach lavage game.

Underneath her, Kaliban threw away the foul-smelling frog and slipped into the grove, stopping directly under the shivering tree.

"Show yourself," Gwen ordered, preparing a flashbang. "Who are you?"

A young man climbed down from a tree and landed on all fours.

He had a weak, feminine face, an anorexic figure, and shoulder-length hair. From a distance, it's easy to mistake this silhouette for a skinny girl.