Night Raven Master

Chapter 461 Monsters
Amidst the flying dust, an abnormally shaped humanoid monster crawled out of the pothole. On his body, there were densely packed arms. Unlike the octopus arms, these limbs were indeed human arms.

The height of this monster is nearly three meters, and densely packed arms are piled up symmetrically 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 its upper body, like a crab or something else, and there are several very long arms on both sides , extending all the way to the ground—

It was only then that Dakshir realized that the opponent was not using his feet to support the ground, but his hands.

Moreover, this thing does not speak human words at all, like a wild beast. When Dakshir tried to negotiate, it waved several of its arms, or grabbed debris and threw it at Dakshir, or copied it. Pick up the table and throw it at Dakshir, or directly clenched his fist and swung it at him.

"Jealous of silk!" (spell)

While relying on his enhanced physical fitness to quickly dodge, Dakshir's throat squirmed, and an obscure spell that was completely different from Common Tongue spit out from his mouth.

The jealousy pulled out of his body twisted into strands of blue spider threads, flying out from his fingertips, and the dense blue spider threads stuck to the monster with countless arms.

Many of the spider threads were entangled and glued on the monster's more than 30 arms. The extremely sticky spider threads made the monster's movements slightly stagnant, and Dakshir took this opportunity to rush out from the entrance of the house.

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

After escaping from the house, Dakshir made a judgment in his heart as he looked at the room that was constantly making loud rumbling noises.

But
At this time, he heard a roar, like the roar of a giant, and the howl of a beast.

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

Obeying this spider-like intuition, Dakshir made two consecutive rolls and dodges to the left. When he was connecting the first and second rolls, there was a loud bang, and a wall of the room It flew out directly, flew over from his original position, smashed a steam car parked next to it, flew hundreds of meters away, and knocked down another house.

Panic, mainly screaming and screaming, spread around the house, and a group of ordinary people fled out in panic.

"If you get hit by this blow, you will die."

Not to mention being hit accurately, even if the strengthened body is hit by that kind of power, it will directly turn into a fleshy paste.

At the moment he made this judgment, before his consciousness could react, the strong sense of crisis made his body act one step ahead of his consciousness, and made a dodging movement. A black shadow passed by his position, and a The strong wind, the black shadow that crossed from the low altitude lifted the ground by more than ten centimeters, and drew a straight line on the ground, until the loud noise came, and the courtyard walls of several residents in a row were knocked down and penetrated. The material of the thing is too fragile, and the thing can continue to fly.

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

At this moment, with a bang like a cannonball hitting the ground, Dakshir's body dragged by a strong sense of crisis did not escape the attack——

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

He has been completely restrained.

"no!"

The crisis of death made Darkshire desperately use all the power he had——

"Arrogant Transfiguration·Spider Cultist!" (spell)

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

The arrogance in his body spread out, covering every part of his body.

The white power called Pride surged, twisted and deformed, forming the spider's thoracic and ventral body, carapace and breastplate.

The white power at the waist and abdomen is also wriggling and changing shape, forming sharp-edged chelicerae, fangs, and several other spider legs.

Part of the white power gathered on his face, forming the face of a spider. The original eyes quickly turned white, and six additional monocular eyes were formed under the wriggling of the white power.

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

Spider Cultists.

At the moment the transformation is completed, like instinct, other skills that originally required spells to be used can be used as instinct in an instant.

Stab of Anger!
The spider incarnated by Dakshir, with red power lingering on the eight spider legs, stabbed hard into the body of the multi-handed monster, and the toxin formed by the condensed anger was injected into it.

What surprised Dakshir was that there was a strong anger in this monster's body.

The thorn of anger is to detonate the anger in the opponent's body by injecting anger poison, thus causing the opponent to riot and chaos.

To a normal person it is like lighting a fire with firewood.

To this monster, it was like planting a bomb in an oil tank.

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

Losing his mind, he threw the huge spider straight away.

Like a cannonball, the white spider in the form of Dakshir was thrown out.

Even though it hasn't hit anything else yet, the huge force pouring into his body has already made Dakshir's body ache. If he really hits——

He will really turn into a puddle of meat.

Holding on to the last ray of hope in the state of a spider cultist, Dakshir wrapped his body with envious spider silk, trying to create a buffer for himself in a short period of time.

However, this time is too late.

At this moment, Dakshir directly grabbed his body with a powerful palm, and after a roundabout, threw his body upwards.

While flying upwards, Dakshir saw the appearance of that person.

"This thing is bishop-level, you can't deal with it, let me do it." Hearing this voice, Dakshir's body has already flown into the sky, reaching a height of [-] meters.

In the foggy city full of dense fog, nothing can be seen at a height of [-] meters.

But turning the impact upwards as the cost of lift-off can offset a lot of power, and he has time to use the spider silk to make enough cushioning for himself.

By the way, the voice of that person just now was Lord Banksy?

　Thanks to book friends "Participant 023" and "Ziyun Youxie" for their rewards
　　
　
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