Brian came to the eastern end of the dark city, and the entrances to three narrow tunnels blocked his way.

Three giant luminous spiders carved from dark green stone each guard a cave entrance.

Looking at the cold magical stone statue, he recalled the way this round magical spider tapped its smooth legs on the stone floor and its fighting posture.

This is a jade spider similar to a construct, specially designed to defend against strangers who break into forbidden areas or slaves who flee in panic.

If what he expected was correct, their challenge level was at least 10, and they had strong magic resistance and defense. As long as they were blocked at the entrance of the cave, with his current strength, there was no way he could get through.

As a guardian, the Jasper Spider is also equipped with detection magic. Under normal circumstances, when an intruder appears within the detection range, it will immediately become active and launch a swift and fatal attack.

Brian looked at the spider sculpture from a distance, his blank eyes looking like dark faceted gems.

A shiver ran up his spine, scaring him so much that he quickly looked away.

He stood there and considered it for a moment, then patted the dimensional bag on his belt.

This was given to him by Santila before leaving. The items inside were mainly spell-casting materials. They were some daily necessities that he specially asked her to help prepare.

This cunning, fickle drow girl is actually pretty good in other places, except for the possessive nature that is inherent in the matriarchal society of dark elves.

Of course, the most important thing is that he can feel that the other party has no ill intentions toward him.

This is also the reason why he chose to cooperate with her when he escaped.

Although he was quite satisfied with the pleasant exchange before leaving, the interlude of fighting for dominance in the middle was a bit too disruptive to the atmosphere.

Fortunately, everything is over and he is about to return to the surface world.

A tiny black onyx spider appeared in Brian's palm, and he whispered the activation spell that Santila taught him.

The purple gemstone embedded in the spider's abdomen immediately shined with violet light.

Then, the little spider twisted its eight legs in a circle in his palm, spreading out nearly invisible ripples of spiritual light in the air.

Brian suddenly felt that some kind of frightening power that the spider stone statue was emitting invisibly disappeared, and returned to its original polyhedral shape again.

He thought for a moment, deciding which path was the right one.

Finally, pick up your feet and continue walking along the smallest tunnel.

When he entered the tunnel unharmed, he immediately clenched his fists, crushed the agate spider that helped him avoid detection into pieces, and threw it into the inconspicuous tunnel.

Although this approach is a bit inappropriate, he must do it to be on the safe side.

This was out of caution, because he had already carefully checked all the items given to him by Santila in advance using detection spells.

Except for things that he thought had no problems, items like the agate spider that almost every priestess of Lolth would possess, he naturally didn't dare to keep it with him.

After entering the narrow tunnel, the passage gradually widens and soon turns into a series of criss-crossing tunnels.

Brian followed the marks on the map and headed towards a familiar place with determination.

More than an hour later, he came to a road bridge overlooking darkness without any danger.

Under the bridge is a lake formed by dark green sulfuric acid, with thick, pungent mist floating in the air.

Vaguely, the weird chants of the priestesses of Lolth reached Brian's ears from the cave on the other side of the bridge, making the painful screams echoing in the cold grotto extremely sharp.

This is the forbidden area of ​​the ancient city of Orens: the Cave of Malice.

A place of exile to punish those drow who do not have firm faith.

All drow elves escorted here will be transformed into spider elves.

There are even rumors that there is an abyss crack in the Venomous Cave leading to the Spider Queen's Kingdom of the Deep Pit Demonic Web.

As for whether it is true, no one can guarantee it, because no one has ever been confirmed.

In other words, the person who was confirmed is dead.

Brian walked cautiously to the other side of the bridge. His destination must pass through the ritual place where the priestesses of Lolth used to transform the drow.

The screams coming from the cave told him that a terrible transformation ceremony was probably taking place on the altar in front of him.

He must judge the specific situation ahead before he can make a plan to break through.

Brian hid in the shadow of the stalactite pillars from a distance, looking at the evil scene ahead.

He saw eight priests of Lolth gathered around an altar, with a struggling and twisting object tied to it.

In the copper basin directly in front of the altar.

A ball of dazzling green flames was condensing into a circle.

Green flames rose from the fire lit by the priestess, exuding a strong and sharp aura of fear that lingered in the oppressive cave.

When the chants of the priestesses rose to a fever pitch, Brian caught a glimpse of a heart-stopping sight.

A pillar covered in yellow ooze, with a bulbous one-eye full of malice, and a demonic creature that looked like a half-melted candle appeared in his sight.

Wax melt demon!

The maids of Lolth, the Spider Goddess, are extensions of evil will. Their main role is to protect the temples in the material world and provide help to the most devout priestesses of Lolth.

When the Waxmelt emerged from the bottomless abyss into the ritual copper basin, the priestesses raised their arms in ecstasy, and their shrill chants reached their climax.

The waxmelt demon stretched out a snake-shaped tentacle and wrapped it around the head of the sacrificed person.

The helpless drow kicked its legs in fear and let out a final scream. Then, a terrifyingly rapid change began.

Eight creepy spider legs snaked like buds and burst through the trousers, burrowing out of the drow's waist. The abdomen was also like an inflated ball, twisting and growing in grotesque shapes.

His screams gradually turned into a weird roar, as if he was caught in a tangle of pain and pleasure.

When the ceremony was over, the priests withdrew.

Without the obstruction of the crowd, Brian could clearly see the new form of the drow after being transformed.

If you only judge from the waist up, you can think of him as a drow.

The only difference is that it's a little puffy and pale.

But his lower body was completely in the shape of a spider, with eight hairy legs supporting its entire body weight.

It won't take a while.

The evil chants and drow screams of agony sounded again.

Along with it came the emerald green flames that penetrated the darkness of the cave, and the half-melted flesh and soft tentacles of the Waxmelt Demon that were about to emerge from the copper basin.

From their clothing and the difficulty of performing the transformation ritual, Brian judged the approximate strength of this group of female priests, and realized that he could not wait any longer.

Because at this time, the transformation ceremony of the Spider Spirit has reached a critical moment, and the Waxmelt Demon summoned from the bottomless abyss has not yet taken shape.

This means that now is his best time to attack.

So he patted his dimensional bag, and a small piece of translucent waxy white phosphorus and a silver coin appeared in his palm.

Then he deliberately lowered his voice and recited the incantation quickly.

In an instant, the spell-casting material 'white phosphorus' in the palm of the hand was completely integrated into the shining silver coin in the surging arcane energy along with the chanted spell.

The shimmering coin melted rapidly until it locked together into a small, round sphere.

With a thought, Brian used his telekinesis ability to carefully control the coin shaped by extremely unstable magical energy, and quickly threw it into the summoning ceremony of the eight female priests.

The eight dedicated priestesses focused all their attention on the length of the wax demon that was about to condense into shape in the copper brazier.

——"Three-ring spell: Flash Explosion!" [Powerful]

When the distorted coin fell to the ground, with an inaudible sound, the cave shrouded in emerald green flames erupted with a dazzling, dazzling white flash without warning.

At this moment, the group of priestesses who were concentrating on the transformation ceremony suddenly felt as if their eyes were being stabbed deeply by thousands of hot and sharp daggers, and they were in agony.

At the same time, the surrounding scene became completely white, and they could see nothing. Only hot, dazzling tears continued to seep from their eyes.

From the perspective of Brian, who was watching, the magic show had just begun.

So he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and stood ready, ready to launch a surprise attack at any time.

As the flash explosion exploded, a pungent smell similar to garlic filled the air.

This group of priestesses covered their eyes and looked panicked. Yellow flames like maggots clinging to their bones quickly ignited around them, burning their clothes and bodies mercilessly.

Their eyes were temporarily blinded and their bodies were burned by the flames, causing these priestesses to scurry and collide in the cave like headless flies in unknown fear.

A priestess ran into a stone pillar in panic. Her body staggered and fell to the ground as if she was drunk. Blood was gurgling down her bruised forehead.

The two priestesses collided with each other in panic, and there were angry screams and vicious curses.

The other few people either tripped over their fallen companions, rolled on the spot, or calmed down and tried to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

As for the sacrifices that were tied and fixed on the stone platform, they were not so lucky.
Chapter completed!