"..." Irene suddenly understood why white dragons were ranked at the very bottom of the chromatic dragons. Looking at this guy's behavior, she suddenly felt that her extreme caution against this atypical white dragon had been entirely unnecessary.
Bringing him to the Underdark to act as muscle was an even more foolish decision.
He was simply too unreliable!
But since they were already in the same boat, Irene could only silently kick white dragons out of the chromatic dragon category in her mind before raising her hand to buff Christine.
After casting a series of "Stoneskin", "Cat's Grace", and "Dragon Strength"—three enhancement spells targeting different attributes—
she casually threw in a few "Healing Spells" to treat any wounds, or just to boost his circulation if he didn't have any.
Then she urged him on, saying, "Alright, you've been buffed. Now go feed!"
"The honor is all mine," Christine replied with a smile.
Although he didn't understand some of the strange terms and syllables in Irene's words, with his self-proclaimed rich life experience, he could more or less guess that his daughter meant for him to take the lead in the charge.
Christine immediately spun around to face the surging swarm of mutated spiders. Feeling his body receive a slight boost in all aspects under the magical effects, he felt a lot more reassured.
By now, the swarm of mutated spiders was less than ten meters away from him.
With his vision as a dragon, he could even clearly see the foremost mutated spiders—the dense, fine black hairs covering their legs and the carapace on their bodies, and the jointed, fleshy-membrane-covered "tentacles" extending from their mouthparts, swaying constantly as they ran while continuously dripping mucus.
Filthy creatures. Let me, Christine De'Icaro Neve Hitlista, purify all of you! With this thought, Christine took a step forward, rapidly accelerating from a slow walk to a sprint within just a few meters.
His movements were swift yet elegant.
The moment he clashed with the mutated spiders, Christine thrust his dual spears out in a cross-pattern, instantly piercing the heads of two spiders, the tips driving deep into their skulls.
Using the dual spears as a fulcrum, he vaulted into the air, executing a nimble flip to trample an oncoming mutated spider beneath his feet.
The rotating spears stirred inside the heads of the two unfortunate spiders he had pierced, instantly putting them into a state of "apparent death" on the spot.
He then withdrew his spears, aiming for his next target.
The sequence of actions was incredibly smooth and seamless, as if he were performing a unique dance rather than engaging in a life-and-death struggle...
In an instant, Christine actually held back the surging swarm of mutated spiders all by himself in his elven form. Taking advantage of the narrow passage, which limited the number of spiders that could rush forward at once, he continuously pierced their brains with extremely precise spear techniques, temporarily neutralizing them.
"Well, looks like he actually has some skill." Watching this, Irene slightly upgraded her first impression of white dragons, the shame of the dragon race.
She silently added white dragons back into the ranks of the chromatic dragons.
"Let's join in, Arthas. Let's finish off these spiders as quickly as possible." Irene tightened her grip on her chainsword and stepped forward.
Arthas raised his head in acknowledgement. "I shall obey your teachings, Mother."
Before his voice could fade, he had already charged forward, the white cloak he had donned at some point fluttering slightly behind him as he ran...
...
"Lady Saintess, they've started fighting."
Around a dark corner of the tunnel, a figure clad in a black robe pulled back their head. Illuminated by the phosphorescence of the moss, the face beneath the hood looked incredibly pale, completely devoid of life.
"Laya, how many times have I told you?" On a nearby rock, a blonde girl also wearing a black robe stopped combing her long hair. She looked up, a hint of displeasure in her amber eyes. "Stop using that title I abandoned long ago. Right now, you are to call me 'Miss'."
At this, as if thinking of something joyful, the girl put away her comb and stood up. Walking toward Laya, she said, "Of course, you can also call me... 'Your Highness' in advance. After all, as long as our plan succeeds, the great Abyssal Will will surely bestow its grace upon me!"
Her expression grew increasingly manic as she spoke, yet she deliberately lowered her voice: "When that time comes, I, Vina, will surely become the darling of the Abyss, the Princess of the Abyss!"
"Yes, Princess." Laya stared at Vina, her already dilated pupils reflecting her crazed face, her tone completely flat. "Should we continue erasing the markers left along the way by the Subjugation Army?"
"Of course!" Vina's expression instantly returned to normal, completely devoid of her previous madness. Twirling a lock of her hair around a finger, she said, "We must ensure every single marker is thoroughly erased to make everyone get lost here."
"Only then... can we delay them and find a way to reach the 'Mother of Mutation and Flesh' before they do, leading her into the embrace of the great Abyss, dragging the entire Eastern Continent, and even the entire Material Plane, into the Abyss!"
Thud!
Right then, a dark shadow suddenly flew out from the adjacent passage, slamming heavily against the rock wall at the corner before slowly sliding to the ground.
Vina and Laya turned to look at the same time and saw that it was half of a mutated spider.
Only its upper body, including the head, remained; its lower half was completely gone. As it hit the ground, various mangled organs gushed out from the severed chest, mixed with a large amount of thick purple fluid.
The mess spread across the ground.
The spider's head, not yet entirely dead, twisted unnaturally. Its eight pure black eyes of varying sizes fixed on the two figures hiding around the corner. Just as it opened its mouthparts to let out a screech, a cold, gleaming dagger pierced through its head, putting it into a state of apparent death on the spot.
Vina opened her hand, and the dagger flew back obediently, as if pulled by an invisible thread.
"What a nuisance." Vina shook the dagger in disgust, trying to fling off the blood-streaked white mucus clinging to it, her aversion to the mutated spiders plain on her face.
"Princess, I believe it is time for us to leave." Laya poked her head out again to observe before turning back. "Their battle is almost over."
"So fast?" Vina frowned in surprise. At the thought of how she and Laya had just been chased by those very same mutated spiders, her face darkened at the contrast. Flames erupted on the dagger in her hand, causing the mucus clinging to it to sizzle as it burned away.
Sheathing her blackened dagger, Vina walked into the depths of the dark passage, her voice echoing faintly: "Be careful this time. If you step on another spiderweb, you'd better pray that the great Abyssal Will shows you mercy."
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