The spider-shaped mask was fastened on the face of Ban Rui's mother, and clumps of stiff hairs suddenly grew on the originally smooth mask.

The spider's feet, which were ornamental, crawled nimbly, the sharp tips of their claws piercing into the drow woman's face.

The old face of the mistress of Ban Rui seemed to be a living spider, allowing the shriveled old woman to roam the relief walls of the shrine with her hands and feet.

In addition to this old spider, the family crest on the placket of all the priestesses of the Ban Rui family, and the family amulets in the necklaces of the female soldiers, also began to twist their bodies, and the spider-shaped family crest carved by gems quickly changed their appearance.

Spiders, spiders, except spiders are spiders.

These little things with eight legs squirmed honestly and unceremoniously opened their mouths and feet, and stabbed their mouthparts and claws into the bodies of these Banrui family members.

As the spells on Ban Rui's family crest were activated, the long path paved with spider silk trembled slightly imperceptibly.

But it was such a subtle action, and those housemothers who were ranked high in the family almost at the same time inspired them to have the best means of life-saving

The most arrogant housemothers, such as the second-ranked Banasan Deango family, the fourth-ranked Feynt-Barra family, and the fifth-ranked Solarin family, these old aristocratic housemothers have more than one treasure on their bodies, defending against elemental damage, reflecting curses, and being immune to psychic attacks......

All sorts of spells were woven around these drow ladies to keep them from being harmed by their enemies, and almost all of them, whether they were Mistress Ganette Rose, who was known for her skill, or Marith, the malady of House Duden, who had just eliminated the Deaver family and achieved the glory of the family's promotion, all focused their eyes on the spider-masked face of the Mother of Banry.

After all, most of the drows don't die in the war against the aliens, but are sent to meet Rose by their companions and families.

But just after these high-ranking masters and mothers were fully prepared, the long path paved with cobwebs seemed to be pulled by invisible spiders, and quickly weaved an impermeable web around the shrine of the Ban Rui family.

The Drow men who were chosen as sacrifices had long been deprived of the most basic ability to resist, and after they fell into this cobweb, they were immediately wrapped in layers of spider silk, like huge cocoons.

And the apprentice priests who have not yet graduated from the Spider Academy, and the priestesses who are not in the mix of various families, are not much better than their sacrifices. Spider silk climbed up their hands and feet, leaving deep strangulation marks on the flesh of these pampered noblewomen, and causing them to let out a series of high-pitched screams.

Even the well-prepared matrimonies were not immune, their glowing robes, their rings that diffused soft light on their fingers, and all sorts of defensive spells only allowed them to construct a small space in the cobwebs.

And whether it was a lowly sacrifice, an arrogant soldier, a domineering priestess, or an unattainable mistress, all the drow elves were clearly aware of it

The spider silk easily penetrated the pores and probed under the skin, pumping their power

Needless to say, this huge web thirsts for magic like a parched land thirsts for rain, but this living web not only swallows the magic of its prey, but also their minds.

Mental power is declining, perception is declining, intelligence is declining. Neither a priestess nor a mage could remain calm in such a swallow

For the clergy, if they do not have sufficient mental strength and perception, they cannot build a solid bridge with the gods they believe in.

For spellcasters, if they don't have enough mental power and intelligence, they can't build an accurate magic model in the vast web of magic.

Even the warriors who only knew how to wield swords felt the vitality in their blood and the power in their bodies draining rapidly.

Only the Obroza family kept their usual pace in the midst of this sudden change.

As the leader of the Obroza family, the Mother of Cloyo has always been known for "wearing modestly" and "without a single magical ornament from head to toe", and even the city of Morsobre summed up a common saying: "The bluff of the Mother of Cloyo." ”

But at this moment, the part-time priest's psionic master was surrounded by crystals glowing with silver light, and most of her body was embedded in the wall, and she could disappear completely at any time.

In addition to the Mother of Kyo, the psychic beings of the Obroza family, who were posing as priestesses, also fled to the edge of the temple at some point, ready to flee at any time.

The Lady of Keyo glanced at the Mother of Ban Rui coldly, and fled from the house of Ban Rui as quickly as possible. Only the screams of this noble woman still echoed in the shrine of the Ban Rui family:

"This is a conspiracy! Does the Ban Rui family want to destroy all the historic families in Mosoblay City? With the Queen of Spiders on top, your plot will not succeed!"

In the midst of such accusations, the old mistress of the Ban Rui family just stared at Ilminster, and around the great sage of the Shadow Valley, countless cobwebs were spreading. The cobwebs even covered the area around the metal door that teleported the old sage, and an unseen force was blocking all teleportation spells in the space.

"Cobwebs of doom. Ilminster sighed in amazement, "The artifact created by the legendary Spider God, this spider web is the best of all the artifacts I have seen. ”

Mistress Banri paid no more attention to him, but began to chant a prayer in praise of Rose.

This time, all the drow elves who have fallen into the spider web of doom have to follow the old mistress's tune. The Spider Order's apprentice priests were also forced by Spider Silk to praise their gods in drow sign language.

In the midst of this "harmonious" praise, there were some extremely subtle movements in the cocoons of the sacrifices that even the Mother of Ban Rui, who controlled the cobwebs of doom, did not notice.

A small dagger that burned with fire laboriously cut behind Mo Yun. The midshipman, who looked like a little girl, frowned at the cobwebs that were as tough as steel.

"I think now we need a better sword!"

On the other side, a down-and-out priestess known to the Drow as the "Decaying One", holding a Drow warrior in one hand, was looking at the ceiling of the Ban Rui Temple:

"With such a thick and hard shell, it really takes a good sword. ”