Spider demons have attributes

gray,

slimy,

In a strange space,

A strange voice sounded in Horn's ears, muttering two syllables repeatedly. Horn could understand the words he had never heard before. The voice seemed to be whispering "hometown".

The whispers of homesickness kept echoing in my ears,

Horn gradually became confused. Looking at the fog around him, he suddenly felt more friendly.

He followed the voice and walked in a certain direction involuntarily,

There was a small sound in the mist, like the subtle friction of tentacles, and then I saw countless pairs of ruby-like eyes lighting up in the mist in front of me. There seemed to be a giant thing moving behind the mist.

The charming voice is still whispering in my ears,

The scarlet eyes are mesmerizing,

It seemed that his body was no longer under control, making Horn extremely eager to enter the depths of the mist, get closer to the voice, get closer to the red light, get closer

When Horn felt that he was about to penetrate the fog and see the existence hidden in the fog,

A ray of golden light tore through the fog,

The illusion before my eyes dissipated,

The golden light pierced directly into the mind like a sharp blade,

The strong sting woke up Horn, and the familiar sight returned to him. He was still standing on the bank of the underground river. The female body was gone, and the skeleton knight was also gone.

"What happened just now?"

"what happens?"

Horn vaguely remembered some things, including everything he had just experienced in the misty world. It seemed like a short dream, but it was extremely real.

He walked to the river and looked at his reflection on the water. There was a golden mark on his forehead.

The imprint pattern looks a little weird.

It looks like an eight-legged spider, and a bit like an eight-legged octopus. Or maybe I misunderstood it?

Horn really couldn't understand what the pattern was. It wasn't enough that he was a spider demon, but in his heart, he hoped that the pattern was also a spider.

"What is the Skeleton Knight?"

"Give me a tattoo and then run away?"

Horn was wondering,

Suddenly, the water surface of the river surged ahead, and the water flow converged to form a big hand attacking,

Horn reacted quickly enough, but couldn't dodge. The golden brand on his forehead burst out with intense light, making his whole body unable to move. He could only watch as the big hand grabbed him and dragged him into the water.

in the river,

Horn still felt that he could not move freely. His will was in a awake state, and his body was drifting uncontrollably, flowing with the river. There was no way of knowing where it was going.

Emotions are filled with intense uneasiness,

Horn tried every means to regain control of his body, and was carried along by the river. He saw many strange monsters in the water, but as he went further back, the monsters in the water became increasingly rare.

The river gradually turned dark,

Until the water becomes as thick as ink,

At this time, Horn felt that he was no longer drifting with the tide, but was being dragged forward in the mud by an invisible force.

"call."

Along the way, any monsters that were alive or able to move freely were seen in the water, until a shrill roar sounded,

A second creature appeared in the thick "black water".

A monster that was also imprisoned by thick ink looked like a human, with pointed ears and a huge eye that took up most of its face and only half of its body. This strange monster was also trapped in the black water and drifted.

There is a familiar golden mark on its chest, which is also a strange pattern of eight legs.

When you see each other,

Horn suddenly felt that the situation was not good. The same brand, the same experience, and he didn't know where he would drift with the tide.

The body is unable to move and there is no way to escape from the current situation.

Rafting for a few minutes,

The water became thicker and thicker, and I encountered more and more monsters that had the same experience. Some of them had weird shapes and twisted postures. They looked dead. Some were still alive, but their limbs were stiff and only their eyes were still alive. Move, there are monsters that Horn has never seen before, and there are also monsters that Horn has seen, such as the mink monster and blade demon that he just encountered not long ago, and even many poisonous fog rats are also soaking in the river water.

Without exception,

These monsters are all engraved with golden brands,

Countless monsters drifted to one place with the current, squeezing each other. The river was filled with so many monsters that it could no longer be called a river, but more like a fluid.

The torsos of all the monsters seemed to have turned into a strange fluid state, twisted and tightly bonded together, forming a river of "no water, only twisted and squirming monsters".

Horn's brain felt like it was spinning. He could no longer feel the flow. It seemed that he had reached the end of the underground river.

His body also turned into fluid and became part of the entire river.

The twisted eyes were glued together with the eyes of the unlucky guy, and the limbs were tangled with the bodies of other monsters like noodles.

Waves of crisp singing sounded in my ears,

Listen softly,

Fascinating,

Although he couldn't understand this beautiful sound, he was still deeply immersed in it. One of his eyes was on the water, and he happened to be able to see some of the outside scenes.

At this time, he had indeed drifted to a strange place. The river was filled with twisted monsters, surrounded by rock walls, and the end was shrouded in mist. The monsters were slowly flowing into the mist, and there was no way to tell where they went. You know, Horn doesn't want to flow into the fog anyway.

A wooden boat is anchored at the junction of the mist and the river.

Standing on the wooden boat was an extremely young-looking figure, who seemed to be a woman. She was dressed entirely in black, with her waist slightly bent, face downwards, and her long black hair falling down like a waterfall in the river.

The opponent held the oar and rowed left and right, but the small wooden boat always stayed in place.

The beautiful singing comes from the woman rowing the boat,

As he got closer to the small wooden boat, or closer to the fog at the end, the monsters around him became extremely violent. Horn could also feel the burning from the golden brand on his forehead.

When the song came, the agitation of the monsters suddenly became much calmer. Many monsters' eyes were full of despair and they had completely given up struggling. They stared at the mist, as if they had accepted their own ending.

fear,

die,

All kinds of emotions rushed into Horn's brain in an instant.

The mark on my forehead still clearly hurts,

He wanted to escape, but he could only drift with the tide and accept his fate.

Horn did not give up and was frantically thinking of countermeasures. However, in this current situation, no matter what was on the other side of the fog, it would definitely be doomed as long as he entered the fog.

Moving towards the edge bit by bit is like approaching death step by step.

All abilities cannot be activated,

Even with an unyielding spirit, it still seems worthless in the face of the irresistible mystery.

Horn tried every method, but he could only watch as he flowed into the fog with the river of death.

Bodies melt in the mist.

Consciousness is disintegrating,

In times of despair and helplessness,

A familiar voice comes to mind,

"Dream+1"

"Dream+1"