"Did it fail? But that's normal. The sorceress whose name was remembered by the Grey-robed Spellcaster leaned lazily back in her fur-padded chair, and Coyla could feel the death of her pet. It can also be perceived that the person who killed the wasp is not the same as the cursed crow.

"Quack!" the giant white spider leaning over the seat snapped its teeth and asked its owner if he was upset. In response, Kuyla stroked the palm of his head.

"Nothing to worry about, Jones. The witch's tone was soft, as if the noblewoman was talking to her pet affectionately, "They are useless no matter how many people come, even dragons can only be used as prey in the cobwebs." Are you right?" "Quack!" The white spider's eight compound eyes resembled eight black pearls, emitting a mesmerizing brilliance in the dim light of the fire. In Heartless Bay, countless greedy seafarers have lost their lives to the reverie of these eight eyes.

"The only time you can be so arrogant is now. When Mr. Cheese arrives, he won't forgive you for what you did to us!" Gloria roared, her body entangled in white cobwebs, revealing only her head. The theorized supreme ruler of Vale was glued to the wall like a trophy, and it looked rather comical.

Witch, laughed. She looked up in disdain, watching the last descendant of the county of Saron yelling like a madman. "It's really ugly, you're still a nobleman. It seems that after becoming an ugly monster, those so-called manners and manners have been abandoned together. ”

"Nonsense! You're a complete monster compared to us! A demon with no human skin!hmm!" Gloria was halfway through her words when she was choked in a cloud of spider silk. Kuyla sat up from her chair and saw that the fur adorned on the chair was not from another creature, but the rat people!

"If it's in Heartless Bay, I'll make your life worse than death. But now, you can't get hurt yet," the witch looked at the angry nezumi with a cruel smile on her lips, "It's okay, the privilege of being a lord is to let your people suffer in your place, right?"

Gloria, who was furious, suddenly remembered something, and the anger in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by pleading and sadness. She wanted to beg for mercy, to get the witch to use all her nefarious tricks on herself, but she couldn't speak. Tears flowed from his eyes and dripped down the huge circle of dark red blood on the ground.

"Jones, go and bring our loyal guard. As a guard, he had to be punished for his master. Kuyla said coldly, and the giant white spider beside her slammed to her feet, climbed the web-covered wall, removed one of the countless nezumi bound to the wall like Gloria, and lowered it to the center of the circle with her two forefeet. The nezumi tied to the white silk thread was none other than Crow. It's just that he is in a coma at this time, completely unaware of the fate he is about to face.

The giant spider easily dismantled the silk from Crow's body and tied his limbs with thicker, sticky silk. Then he stabbed the nezumi through the neck with his long pointed mouthparts, sending detoxifying saliva into it. After doing all this, the terrible creature known as Jones crawled back to its owner.

Don't, don't! Gloria screamed loudly in her heart as she looked at the gradually awakened Crowe, but the heir of the House of Ssalon couldn't even speak now.

"Hmm... What is wrong with me?" Crowe said in confusion as he woke up, trying to raise his hand to rub his eyes, only to realize that his body could not move. The nezumi guard's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw what was in front of him. Judging by the shape, this should have been the original council chamber, but the cobwebs that covered almost the entire hall and the large and small white cocoons on the walls and roofs made him unsure of his judgment.

And in this frighteningly large number of human cocoons, Crow immediately noticed Gloria's presence, perhaps because she had been struggling. "Your Highness, where are you, wait a minute, I'll save you!" he struggled to wriggle his limbs, trying to escape from the silk bondage. But where is it so easy? The harder Crow pushes, the tighter the silk tightens, and even the body that could still move is restrained in the slightest.

"What a touching scene, the guard and the princess he guarded. You can't see such a good show in losing your heart. The witch's voice came slowly, attracting Crow's attention.

He remembered the owner of the voice, the terrifying being who had rained down from the sky with countless terrifying monsters and wiped out the rats of Valley City. The witch with black and white hair, the one who destroyed the home she had just built again... Murderer!

"You filthy and ugly bastard! I curse you! I curse you forever! I will not let you go, even if I die, my soul will haunt you forever!" Crow yelled as he turned his head in the witch's direction, his head not visible because of the bondage. However, this did not prevent the nezumi from using all his strength to pour out all the filthy words in his head on her. He cursed so hard that his already frail body could not withstand the intense activity and began to crumble, and a large amount of blood foamed down the corners of the nezuta's mouth, gushing out along with his curse.

Kouira didn't mean to stop Crow, and she even listened with some interest as the other man cursed her. Wait until the poor nezumi can no longer scold before he speaks unhurriedly, "Oh, it looks like I've made a mistake. You're not a loyal guard, you're just a coarse person who has been pulled in to make up the numbers. But what does it matter? At least in the soul, everyone is equal. ”

With that, the witch snapped her fingers, and the whole circle began to change. The dried blood began to flow as if it had been rejuvenated, and it surged along the nicks on the ground, gradually filling the space inside the circle. There was supposed to be only a thin layer of plasma, but when they were rushing, there was a faint sound of waves, as if Crow was not under the ground, but a pool of blood!

"What is this? witch, no matter what evil sorcery you use, I won't, grunt, grunt..."The blood, boiling, rushed into Crow's seven orifices, a sight that Gloria had seen many times, but it still terrified Gloria. No, no! she was in pain, tears splashing down the hair on her jaw and falling impartially into Crow's eyes. The guard, who hadn't been with him for a long time, looked back at the lady he was guarding, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could try hard, a huge palm stretched out from the pool of blood and pulled it in!

The witch's eyes lit up when she saw the palm of her hand, and in the previous ritual, those tributes only sank naturally into the pool of blood and were actively pulled in, and this was the first time. Is it going to be successful?

Crowe's figure disappeared completely. Even the ripples he splashed were unrecognizable in the tumbling plasma. Contrary to the previous ones, after the sacrifice was swallowed up, the pool of blood did not dry up, but became more and more active, and they even began, burning! Blood-red fire ignited in the center of the room, with a strong smell of sulfur. A monstrously large figure, crawling out of the flames, it was so large that the room could not accommodate it to stand upright.

"I said I would be back. I, Lord of the 144th Layer of the Abyss, I'm back!"