The blood sprinkled to the ground with Lydia's figure, dotted with shocking blood flowers, and the homeless man chased after him, the long sword in his hand swept out a snowy arc of light with his eyes.

The blow bit the female knight's neck tightly, and there was no room for maneuver, and she had to stab her fingers to block it with all her might, but the strong sword momentum did not cause the slightest delay, and slashed directly at her scorpion-tail-like fingers.

Bang——!

A ball of golden sparks burst out of the space, and the moment the crimson piercing collided with the sword blade, the fighting qi of the two sides collided with a small brilliance, and then quickly annihilated in an instant.

Lydia snorted, her steps suddenly scrambled, and the blade of the sword turned instantly, cutting a wound on her left shoulder, from which blood was slowly seeping out.

Crimson Piercing itself focuses on speed and flexibility, paying attention to killing the enemy with one hit, not a hard fighting skill, plus Lydia's current state is extremely poor, and for a while she was suppressed by the opponent's poisonous snake-like swordsmanship, and she could only keep retreating.

“......”

Seeing this, the homeless man immediately took the opportunity to attack, and the cold blade was like a thunderbolt, and with the black mist swirling around, it instantly formed an unpredictable cutting trajectory that seemed to be a fantasy and a reality.

Whoosh——!

The light from the blade of the frozen air tore apart, emitting a faint whistling sound, and the blade that was close at hand was like a bloodthirsty fang. However, in Lydia's eyes, this sword light was like a spiritual snake constantly wandering in the space, and it was impossible to see the trajectory at all.

Is it his swordsmanship, or is my eyes not clear?

Strands of hair fluttered in the wind, and the female knight struggled to keep her eyes open. There was a flame of despair in his eyes, and in the next moment, the fragile feelings were replaced by a resolute force.

At the moment when the sword light poured out. Lydia puffed up her fighting spirit, and the luster that steamed like a red mist suddenly burned strongly.

Fingers shot out, ignoring the sword light that swept towards him, and his fingertips bloomed with nine points of shining red light, and a clear sound like a vibrating vibrating sounded right in the homeless man's body.

Whoosh——!

The opponent's chest was pierced in nine wounds in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the sword light also wrapped around the female knight's body. Seventeen arcs of light pierced the air. Her wrists, ankles, throat, eyes, heart, lower abdomen, and large and small arteries all over her body spewed out a mist of blood at the same time.

“......”

Lydia's eyes widened, using the last of her strength. His hands blocked the wound where blood was spurting from his throat, but he still couldn't stop the flow of his physical strength, and he fell softly.

Opposite her, the homeless man looked at the nine wounds on his chest. There seems to be no pain at all. Then he raised the butcher knife in his hand again and slashed at the dying female knight.

"Farewell. ”

He slashed at Lydia's head, and the moment the blade touched the snow-white skin, the man's entire body suddenly froze in place, as if frozen by an invisible force.

“......”

The homeless man lowered his head in hindsight, looking at the nine wounds on his chest, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face, wisps of black blood. Dripping from his seven orifices.

Then he saw that the wound in his chest was glowing red. Like a red-hot soldering iron, it swelled with a wound.

In the next second, the crimson fighting qi that had accumulated in the homeless man's chest immediately erupted, tearing the unknown killer from the inside out like a rolling storm.

“......”

As she gazed at the ashes flying wildly in the air, the stubborn glint in Lydia's eyes faded, and she let go of the wound on her neck a little, allowing blood to splatter out.

Soon, the female knight saw the light.

The fog in the sky, which was darker than the night, quickly dissipated, and a blue starry sky broke through the curtain and reappeared in front of her.

“......”

Lydia reflected a star in her eyes, and there was an indescribable lightness in her mind, as if some shackles had disappeared, and she suddenly took a deep breath of air.

With this cool night breeze pouring into her chest, the female knight's mind cleared for a while, and her vitality and vitality returned to her body.

She hesitantly raised her hand and touched her neck—smooth and delicate, with no blood or wounds.

Am I not dead?

Lydia sprang to her feet, her eyes looking around, a deep alleyway in front of her, and flanked by patchy walls to the left and right.

All that remained on the ground was a pile of twisted and deformed carapace fragments, and a long sword was stuck alone in the charred ground, like a tombstone made of metal.

......

"Damn, what the hell are these bugs?"

Old Hank kept scanning his shriveled body with his eyes, as if he wanted to pull out the worms hidden under the flesh through his skin.

He said before...... The three of us ...... Could it be...... What did we release?" Derek shuddered, the dagger in his hand sliding to the ground, half of the blade stabbing into the dirt.

“......”

The old tomb robber's expression froze, then he tensed his body and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you say...... That coffin wasn't filled with an evil spirit, but something else?"

"That's when I felt something was wrong......"

The young man was halfway through speaking, and soon realized that now was not the time to complain, and immediately changed his words: "That monster named Jeffrey, is it just to block the news if he wants to kill us?"

"Quite possibly. ”

The old tomb robber took his eyes off his body and slowly exhaled a cloudy breath: "That guy doesn't want others to know that we released it, so he sent this monster to hunt us down." ”

"What are we going to do now?"

Derek looked at Old Hank with no master, and suddenly remembered Geoffrey's words before he died, and then asked:

"Your wounds...... Are you alright?"

"I don't know, but it should be fine for the time being. ”

The old tomb robber shook his head with a wry smile, and his face showed a hint of depression: "But it shouldn't last long, and it will take a while." I might turn into a monster too. ”

"Then don't run away. ”

The young man stood up at once and said categorically: "Let's go and turn ourselves in, the Rosevians should have a way to cure you." Even if it's in jail, it's better than becoming a monster. ”

"You're right. ”

The old grave robber nodded, and then stood up: "As long as we tell the news to the Rosavians, they will definitely have a way to deal with those monsters." ”

After the two made up their minds, they prepared to return to the western suburbs immediately.

Just as they were about to drive the carriage home, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky, with a smell of decay. He fell on the back of the horse.

This is a thoroughbred from Makmuk with a strong physique, long endurance and a very alert and sensitive horse.

But at this point it doesn't seem to feel the foreign object on its back. It was just that its head was getting lower and lower as if it were tired, and the black shadow was huge, and a few pairs of wrinkled thin fees covered its body, so that the two of them could not see its appearance clearly.

"Get out of here!"

Old Hank was anxious to save his life. Be bold right away. Picked up a stone and threw it.

Hearing the shouts of the old tomb robber, the shadow suddenly spread its wings and flew up from the horse's back.

"Ahh

Derek let out a scream, his hair shaking with his body.

It was a huge moth, the size of a calf, with a blood-soaked belly bulging high, and its wrinkled wings that were more than six feet wide as they vibrated and sprinkled scales. Compared with. Its head is strangely small, and its dark green compound eyes are densely packed with disgusting.

"Gah!"

It opens its mouth. A bead of blood rolled down the sharp jaw.

"I chopped you!"

Old Hank couldn't care so much at the moment, so he immediately pulled out his dagger and rushed over - even if he was bitten to death by a moth now, it was better than becoming a monster.

No sooner had he drawn his dagger than the moth pounced, its metallic knobs sweeping towards his shoulder.

Bell ——!

After all, the old tomb robber has been robbing tombs for many years, and he has good skills, blocking it with a dagger horizontally, and his body involuntarily takes a step back.

"I'll help you!"

The young man suppressed the fear in his heart, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and soon found a stone of a good size, and immediately flew over and grabbed the stone.

"Come on, come on!"

The furious old Hank roared and rushed forward, holding the dagger with both hands and slashing hard, the cold light flashed away, and the moth let out a piercing strange scream, and one of the limbs was cut off by the dagger.

At that moment, Derek rushed over with a stone and smashed it into the monster's back.

The moth was very fast, and after being cut off by the old tomb robber, it immediately flew high into the air, and the young man swooped into the air with all his might, smashing on the trunk of the opposite tree with a dull loud noise.

At this moment, the horse slowly tilted and suddenly fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"No! no!"

The old grave robber immediately ran to the horse and hugged it, and found that its breath was weak, and it looked weak that it had only one breath left.

The horse had no wounds on its body, except for a red spot next to its mane, which would not have been noticeable unless noted. But it was this small wound that caused it to lose a small half of its blood, not to mention continuing to pull the cart, even survival was a big problem.

After struggling on the brink of death for an hour, the horse still failed to survive, in fact, it was useless to survive, it would certainly not be able to pull the cart for a short time.

Maybe it was the parasites in the body that began to mess up, or maybe it was a mental blow under despair, and the old tomb robber also fell.

......

Old Hank lay in a pile of dried hay with a high fever, his cheeks red and his breath horribly hot. Derek had no choice but to find a way to collect some dead grass and leaves, and at the same time feed him a little cold water to relieve his fever.

"It sucks...... It sucks......"

The old grave robber barely opened his eyes, looked at Derek who was wiping his forehead with a wet cloth, and sighed weakly: "Derek, I may be going to die......"

"No, I've just cut off a lot of branches, dyed red with horse blood, and made a distress signal in the clearing next to me, and if someone or a goblin sees it, we'll be saved!" the young man tried to comfort him.

"What??red with horse blood!?"

Old Hank's eyes widened suddenly, he stretched out a finger in a trembling voice, and scolded breathlessly: "You idiot, this is a forest! It's a primeval forest! Do you dare to blatantly bleed, don't you want to die?"

"Huh?"

Derek was dumbfounded, and asked in a daze:

"So what to do?"

"Fool, don't take me away yet!" the old grave robber was almost angry with him.

"Good!"

The young man hurriedly dropped the strip of wet cloth in his hand, walked over and picked up old Hank, turned around in place without a head, and asked in a daze:

"Where am I going?"

"Take the sun away wherever it is!" The old tomb robber was so excited that he choked on his lungs and suddenly coughed violently.

"Good!"

Derek looked up to determine the position of the sun, and then took a hurried step.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Old Hank coughed violently, his fingers twitching involuntarily, and then his ribs. He exhaled, and even his breathing became choppy. The trembling in his body gradually intensified, and finally turned into uncontrollable violent tremors.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

Derek gasped for breath and ran with all his might on his back the old grave robber, he didn't know where he was going, he just followed the other party's instructions, and kept running in the direction of the sun.

Damn it...... Those damn bugs......

The old grave robber cursed viciously in his heart, then raised his left hand, his fingers twitching unnaturally in his sight. He could feel that the worms in his body were eroding along the blood towards the inside of his body, transforming his body structure little by little.

There were bouts of pain coming from inside his body, and old Hank gritted his teeth and insisted on not making a sound, so as not to affect the young man.

With the constant pain, his sense of hearing became more and more acute, and the slightest sound was infinitely amplified.

The shoes trampled on the ground, making a dull sound, and bounced back from the trunks on all sides, layer by layer, like continuous ripples, tormenting the fragile nerves of the old tomb robber.

So much so that Derek ran sweaty, and suddenly plunged into a dense forest full of cobwebs, and he didn't notice it.

The young man was running with his head down, and suddenly there was a rustle around him, as if countless arthropods were moving their knotted feet at the same time.

"My God......" he stopped at once.

A churning black surged towards them, a horrific swarm of spiders, each the size of a man's fist, and its creepy limbs covered the entire ground, waving densely in the leaf-covered ground like a carpet of worm bodies.

It's hard to imagine so many spiders congregating together, with tiny heads, hideous faces, and eight segmented curved feet supporting the ground, twice as long as their bodies. They are covered in a terrifying black coat that is clearly poisonous.

Only then did he realize that he had been covered with cobwebs behind him, covering the entire forest in layers, and at a glance, he couldn't count how many.

In every web, there is a spider, and even more. (To be continued.) )