Night Crow Master

Amidst the flying dust, a humanoid monster with an abnormal shape crawled out of the pit. His body had densely packed arms, which were different from the octopus arms. These limbs were real human arms.

The height of this monster is close to three meters. The densely packed arms are symmetrically stacked on his side. The number of arms on the left and right sides adds up to more than 30.

Because of the accumulation of arms, this huge monster with a human face and a human shape looks like a strange meatball on the upper body, like a crab or something else, and there are several very long arms on both sides. , Extending to the ground——

Only then did Darkhill realize that the opponent used to support the ground not by feet, but by hands.

Moreover, this thing is completely non-human, as if it has been a beast. When Darkhill tried to negotiate, he waved several of its arms, or picked up the debris and threw it at Darkhill, or copied it. He lifted the table and smashed it at Darkhill, or directly clenched his fist and swung it.

"Envy Cobweb!" (curse)

Relying on his strengthened physical fitness to quickly dodge, Dakhir's throat squirmed, and an obscure spell completely different from the common language was spit out from his mouth.

The jealous emotion pulled out of his body turned into strands of cyan spider silk, which flew out from his fingertips, and dense cyan spider silk stuck to the monster with countless arms.

Many of the spider silks were entangled and bonded on the monster’s thirty or so arms. The extremely sticky spider silk made the monster’s movements slightly stagnant, and Darkhill took the opportunity to rush out from the entrance of the house. .

"The jealous spider silk can bind the target and absorb the vitality of the bound person, making the spider silk stronger and stronger. The monster is very powerful, but it should be..."

After escaping from the house, Darkhill made a judgment in his heart, looking at the house where loud rumbling noises were constantly coming from.

but......

At this time, he heard a roar, just like the roar of a giant and howling like a beast.

The strong sense of crisis once again covered his whole body, and his instinct was warning him of danger with a loud voice.

Following the spider-like intuition, Darkhill rolled and dodged to the left twice in a row. When he connected the first and second rolls, there was a loud bang, and a wall of the house He flew out directly, flew over from where he was originally, and smashed a steam car parked next to him directly, flew hundreds of meters away, and knocked down another house.

Panic, dominated by screams and screams, spread around the house, and a group of ordinary people fled out in panic.

"Hit by this one, you will die."

Not to mention being hit accurately, even if the now strengthened body is hit by that power, it will directly become muddy.

At the moment he made this judgment, before his consciousness reacted, the strong sense of crisis made the body act one step ahead of his consciousness and made a dodge action. A dark shadow swept across his position and scraped out. The strong wind, the black shadow that passed from the low altitude lifted the land more than ten centimeters, and drew a straight line on the ground until a loud noise came, and the courtyard walls of several consecutive residents were smashed and penetrated, if it were not used as projectiles. The material is too fragile, and the thing can continue to fly.

Darkhill turned his head and glanced in horror—it was a table, a rotten and dilapidated table abandoned by the owner.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of a cannonball landing, Darkhill’s body dragged by a strong sense of crisis did not escape the attack——

The monster with more than 30 arms had appeared in front of him at some unknown time. Two of the arms held his two ankles, two arms held his hands, and one arm held his hands. His waist, one arm held his head.

He has been completely restrained.

"No way!"

The crisis of death made Darkhill recklessly use all the power he possessed--

"Pride Transfiguration·Spider Cultist!" (spell)

The mouth was covered by the monster's palm, but Darkhill's roar in his heart also activated his power.

The arrogance in his body was scattered, covering every part of his body.

The **** called arrogance surged, twisted and deformed, forming the spider's chest and abdomen, carapace and chest plate.

The **** at the waist and abdomen was also squirming and changing shapes, forming sharp chelating limbs, chelating teeth, and several other spider feet.

A part of the **** converged on his face, forming the spider's face. The original eyes quickly turned white, and six additional single eyes were formed under the writhing of the white power.

Dakhir turned into a giant white spider with a height of more than one meter and a length of three to four meters.

Spider Cultist.

At the moment when the transformation is completed, it is just like instinct. Other skills that originally required spells can be used as instinct in an instant.

The thorn of anger!

The spider incarnation of Darkhill, with red power lingering on the eight spider feet, forcefully pierced into the body of the multi-handed monster, and the toxin formed by the condensation of anger was injected into it.

What surprised Darkhill was that the body of this monster contained a strong anger.

The thorn of anger detonates the anger in the opponent's body by injecting anger toxins, causing the opponent to riot and chaos.

For normal people, it is like lighting a firewood with a match.

To this monster, it was like putting a bomb in a fuel tank.

At this moment, the trace of clarity in the monster's eyes completely disappeared, and the whole person was completely controlled by anger.

He lost his mind and threw the giant spider straight out.

Like a cannonball, the white spider incarnation of Darkhill was thrown out.

Even if he hasn't hit other things, the huge power infused in his body has already made Darkhill's body painful. If he really hits--

He will really become a pool of flesh.

Dakhill, who was in the state of a spider cultivator, held the last glimmer of hope, wrapped his body with jealous silk, and wanted to create a buffer layer for himself in a short time.

However, this time is too late.

At this moment, Dakshiel's powerful palm directly grabbed his body and threw his body upward after a round.

As he flew upwards, Darkhill saw the man.

"This thing is at the bishop level, you can't deal with it, let me come." Only when Dakhir heard this voice, his body had already flown into the sky and reached a height of 100 meters.

In the dense fog, there is nothing to be seen at a height of 100 meters.

However, turning the impact force upward as a cost of lift-off can offset a lot of power, and he has time to use spider silk to make a sufficient buffer layer for himself.

By the way, the voice of that person just now... is it Mr. Banksy?