The young Gloryman swayed his gaze up from the ground, and it didn't feel good to be brutally thrown out of the illusion, it was like being run back and forth in the washing machine several times—in fact, his head was still dizzy until now, and the knowledge instilled in the illusion was so crudely mixed with the real memories that he couldn't figure out which was the real now.

Of course, this is only temporary.

Reality would not give anyone an extra respite, and before his spirit could improve slightly, a sickening, but even more palpitating, picture was reflected in his blue eyes.

It was a reservist sword-wielder who had graduated from the Institute of Correction.

Only, now the disturbing prefix "was" should be added - he died, maybe not, but undoubtedly, in some worse than dead state.

Demonization.

- He or rather, rather its body, was on its heels, the vertebrae that were supposed to support it were raised high, and the muscles of his body were multiplying and expanding in a hoarse moan like that of a beast.

Then, the whole person was torn from the middle to the sides, and was torn apart by the alienated sarcoma-like muscle blocks at both ends of the body.

But no blood flowed out, and no organs could be seen from Amy's angle, all he could see was ...... Hand.

One, two, three, four—

There are at least dozens of hands, like babies croaking on the ground, and they are ceremoniously produced from the back.

They are crowded and colliding, and in the extremely limited living space, they are hungry and thirsty to absorb the nutrients of the mother that gave birth to them, and they grow bigger and bigger.

It wasn't until they bloomed like flowers that the feast came to an end.

However, it was the beginning of another feast.

Is that......

A feast of killing.

The monster that had been transformed into a demon had completely lost its former rationality, and had become a captive of chaos, and it walked on its knees on all fours that had long since multiplied to the thickness of an elephant, its face slightly raised in pain and resentment, and its greedy and tyrannical eyes that had become scarlet looked around greedily and tyrannically.

It finds its prey.

No, it's supposed to be food.

It was a girl who had fallen to the ground and was not awake, and since she was not the main force that had awakened the stigmata, the Glory One did not know her name, but it was certain that she must have been one of the last people to follow him into the temple.

And now, the monster has set its sights on her.

The limbs that were so thick that there were no traces of human beings could be seen moved, and the flowers of the hands that bloomed like flower crowns were like court beauties untied from the buns, at least dozens of hands stretched out, and then a thin and long crack opened from the palm of the hand, and tongues licked between the interlaced canine teeth.

Approaching –

Amy Ulysses shook her still somewhat unsteady body, calmed down slightly, and then picked up the broad-bladed and thick-ridged heavy sword from the ground that had accompanied him all the way to kill.

"Your opponent is me. ”

He said, swinging his sword at the approaching monster in front of him.

"Khooth!"

Obviously unrealistic, the Glory's sword was perfect from angle or any other aspect, and it severed an alienated arm that stretched out.

Stand still.

The blade pointed at the monster that had stopped in front of him, startled.

- One step forward, one step at a time.

"Let me give you relief," Amy Ulysses narrowed slightly, her tone was flat but unusually firm, "since there's no guarantee that you'll make it back alive, but at least—"

"I can't let you not rest even after you die!"

Maybe it's just a game, maybe it's just a trial, maybe the death here is not the real death, but that trust really transcends the boundary between real and false, and he does feel the heavy trust, and the responsibility he must shoulder.

So, without further words, let's kill.

At the moment when the momentum accumulated to the top, he launched an offensive that was as terrible as the collapse of a mountain, like the rolling of the waves, and the collapse of the canopy.

Swing the sword, swing the sword, swing the sword!

Like a cloud, like flowing water, the young man sword after sword, sword after sword, sword after sword, with the power of only one person, he forcibly suppressed the multi-armed demon without the power to fight back.

Victory is only a matter of time?

Not really-

Because, time has never been on his side.

He was the first to awaken, but he wasn't the only one, and in the same way, since there was the first demonized reserve sword-wielder, there would naturally be a second.

It's just that...... There is something peculiar about the location in which this second one appears.

Just behind him.

In the blind corner of the glorious man's sight, the sleeping girl he protected suddenly opened her eyes, and opened only a white white eye.

Ahh

She opened her mouth wide, no sound came out, just a simple mouth wide open.

Then...... Only the whites of the eyes began to swell, protruding from the sockets like goldfish, and the white patch, together with the jagged bloodshot and blood-colored spots, was enough to be used in anyone's nightmares.

But demonization is far from over.

Her skin began to crack, and a ...... spat out of her gaping mouth Egg.

A spider egg.

More precisely, a spider egg that has already hatched.

It was an eight-clawed spider the size of a human head, all turquoise, with a clearly visible human face on its back—and then as the eight-legged body plunged deep into the already swollen facial muscles, embedded in the brain, the girl's body could not help but spasm, and the whole person arched in the air in defiance of gravity.

Followed by......

Eight huge spider legs grew from behind, and the belly of the spider with the size of a human head was tightly pressed together with the girl's face, which had long been invisible.

When it was all over, she slowly rose from the ground, and countless threads of silk burst out of the cracks in her skin, causing her to float in mid-air.

"Papa", "Papa", "Papa" -

With some kind of wet wriggling sound, colorful spiders at least the size of a dinner plate crawled out of the base of the thighs along the girl's dress, and then slipped and clinged to the white silk threads, forming an extremely beautiful and extremely deadly landscape.

It's a pity that Amy is really not in the mood to appreciate it.

The young Glory Man realized that something was wrong when there was a strange, creepy creep behind him, but at this time...... It's too late.

She, more precisely it, has completed the transformation.

One against two?

The young Glory Man was not so careless, he chose to retreat, without hesitation, and without dragging his feet at all.

But the girl, who had become an alternative spider mother, had no intention of letting him go, and floated above him in complete defiance of gravity, like a ghost that did not exist, and then thousands of threads opened, and thousands, tens of millions of spiders of different shapes, sizes, and colors came like a rainbow.

Seriously, he didn't want to test their toxicity at all.

So Amy retreated, retreated and retreated.

The phase is too bad.

It's more appropriate for this guy to be handed over to the guy who has awakened the ability of the plastic energy system to deal with, like him, who is stupidly slashed with a sword and a sword, maybe before he kills this demon, he will be seized by those little spiders who are not small at all to bite one or a few bites - at that time, if he does not die, he will lose half his life.

What to do.

Under the attack of the two demons, the young Glory One is on the left and right, although it is not very embarrassing, but the loss of strength is a lot, if it goes on like this, I am afraid that if I don't see the greedy demon king body in charge of the Seven Sins Sect, my physical strength will slip from the peak.

This is not good news.

But...... What to do?

Amy was silent, but then, her left hand, which was not holding the sword, clenched deeply.

- Just do it!

Determination is set, action is carried out.

Without any hesitation, he put down his main defensive target, and no longer cared about the deadly swarm of poisonous spiders that were overwhelmingly surging towards him, and spread his legs...... Just run?

Caught up, or crashed into that multi-armed monster.

Although the wisdom of demons has always been a curse in the realm of order, anyone who is crushed by someone in a violent storm in a few minutes will have a little memory in his heart, perhaps insignificant.

As a result, the multi-armed demon subconsciously entered a defensive posture.

It's ready.

But it didn't come in handy at all, because the enemy, the ferocious, raging monstrous monster, didn't attack it again, let alone hit it head-on.

He, slipped away from the side.

There was no engagement, no fighting, and he bypassed its impregnable defenses.

Then...... A large crowd of ...... came head-on Spider?

Of course, with its level of intelligence, it could not understand what the colorful spider swarm meant, and it just followed the revelation brought by biological instinct, and looked at the owner of the swarm with bloodthirsty red pupils, exuding a greedy look.

Eat it!

Demons, there has never been a rule that the same kind cannot cannibalize, it has always been that the strong eat the weak, and the weak eat the weaker, and then get the resources of evolution from it, so that the weak are weaker, and the strong are stronger!

Right now, it's an opportunity to devour each other!

It、Pounced!

Then, before the Glory Ones, who had taken a breath to breathe, the battle was over.

The once multi-armed monster is now only a scattered skeleton, and the monster girl with spiders in her body has begun a new round of changes after winning this battle.

"Torah—"

The sound of flesh being torn apart.

"Torah—"

The sound of flesh being torn apart.

Just as Amy stared at the huge spiders in front of her, hesitating to take advantage of this opportunity to attack a wave, one arm after another sprouted from its ribs, pulling at the massive silk threads and the dense poisonous spiders on the silk threads.

"It's a big problem. ”

The young Glory One also noticed that its reproductive capacity had been further enhanced, and that the silk hanging from its body could no longer satisfy the habitat of so many baby spiders, so that a numerous, numerous, massive, and incalculable number of spiders at a glance descended from the sky along the silk threads, and then spread out in all directions.

"It seems ......," he shook the broad-bladed and thick-ridged heavy sword in his hand, "there is no time to waste." ”

"Right here—"

"Solve you!"