The First Magic World War

Chapter 526: 492, Sometimes, even I’m afraid of myself (Today 11,000 words asking for monthly ticket) Chapter 526: 492, Sometimes, even I’m afraid of myself (Today 11,000 words asking for monthly ticket) Charles was somewhat surprised and exclaimed, “You can talk?”

The woman’s voice shrieked sharply, “I am a Level Eighteen Transcendent being.”

Charles nodded slightly.

A Level Eighteen Transcendent being was probably equivalent to the spirits in the folklore of the Eastern Great Nation whom after becoming sentient for two or three hundred years, indeed, having some intelligence was not surprising.

After some thought, Charles said, “I could also not kill, as long as your entire clan submits.”

Clearing the Underground Labyrinth could mean slaughtering every monster inside or turning them into Labyrinth Guardians.

Having gained the Labyrinth Power of Agmillar, with nine Maze Runes, Charles could transform them into Labyrinth Guardians without needing the labyrinth itself.

If he really could secure a group of Labyrinth Guardians, it was indeed much better than slaughtering.

The sharp female voice was extremely angry, shouting, “You actually want our entire clan to submit?

You reckless fool!”

Charles responded, “Then I will annihilate your entire clan, since to me, both options are almost the same.”

The voice of the Spider Queen echoed incessantly, cursing Charles with the basest of words and placing upon him innumerable “Curses.” However, Charles could discern that this giant spider queen could only curse verbally and did not possess Curse-related Special Abilities, so he didn’t care very much.

Suddenly, he noticed a faint glow shimmering from the corpse of the house-sized spider he had just killed.

Leaping out from his hiding place, he collected over ten Divine Fragments and found within the spider’s body an ancient-looking long sword.

The long sword resembled the popular ‘Taobao Swords’ from later generations!

It was incredibly good-looking, sleek, with an elegant curve, but not mentioned in any document, nor similar to any historical combat swords, just one of those products that both buyers and sellers are happy with, only the ancient weapons aficionados are not pleased.

Charles tried wielding the sword, feeling slightly awkward, quite unlike a real weapon.

Just as he was about to casually stow it away, he felt the long sword in his hand vibrate lightly and suddenly fly up, slashing fiercely towards his forehead.

Charles swiftly retreated, his eighteen Flame Hands speeding up in succession, slapping at the long sword.

Although three Flame Hands were destroyed, they managed to deflect the long sword just barely, allowing Charles to dodge by the skin of his teeth.

He then accelerated, grabbed the long sword, Bloody Glory initially turned to Stellar Battle Qi, along with Colorless Blade, Fierce Corrosion, and Dark Corrosion activating simultaneously.

The long sword emitted a sharp crackling sound and shattered under his force, its embedded sentience also destroyed by him.

Charles was extremely annoyed, not just at losing three Flame Hands, but because he had nearly been split in two.

This spider queen, putting on such an act of stupidity, indeed diverted Charles’s vigilance; it didn’t send its underling for reconnaissance but for a suicidal assassination attempt on Charles, and he nearly fell for it.

A giggling laughter resonated in every corner.

The voice of the giant spider queen then transformed into utmost gentleness, “Kill my whole clan?

Are you certain?”

Charles soon controlled his emotions, getting angry now was pointless.

He stated firmly, “Yes.”

“You may have ambushed me once and failed; the next time, you won’t have the chance.”

Dozens of humanoid cocoons wrapped tightly in spider silk flew out from the depths of the lair, landing on the ground and still wriggling, apparently humans inside and alive.

Charles unleashed a Flame Hand, lightly touching a humanoid cocoon; the entire cocoon burst open, and numerous tiny spiders crawled out.

It was lucky Charles didn’t approach himself, as so many little spiders on him at once would certainly be extremely dangerous, undoubtedly containing deadly venom.

The laughter of the giant spider queen fluctuated unpredictably, eventually turning into a sibilant tone, “I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.

If you miss once, or even twice, does that mean you’ll always miss?”

Charles really felt a headache coming.

He wasted no words, fired at the ground, and the Flame Scorching Blast Bullet incinerated a dozen humanoid cocoons and the newly emerged tiny spiders entirely.

These tiny spiders were too weak to be considered monsters; otherwise, just this spider lair alone could contain millions of such creatures.

After all the humanoid cocoons were reduced to ash, only four turned completely into ashes; the rest still presented in human forms.

Feeling a rush, Charles flew out another Flame Hand, gently flicked off the ashes on the surface of these few humanoid cocoons, revealing actual humans inside.

He didn’t know if they were Chosen or reserves of the Evil God from some place, who just moments ago could struggle, but now were dead beyond revival.

Charles withdrew his Flame Hand, no longer lingering, he turned and walked away, moving to another monster nest.

Of course, Charles would not let go of the giant spider monster.

Charles planned to stockpile a batch of Level Eighteen Blood Energy Bullets and use the most berserk method to shatter this monster lair.

Charles had roamed around the last eight monster lairs; despite having killed hundreds of monsters, he had failed to break through any lair.

However, he did manage to replenish the three Flame Hands he had lost.

Charles knew that his journey in the underground city had reached the final assault phase.

If he could take down these last eight monster lairs, he could Maze-ify the area and breach the fourth Labyrinth.

This exploration had given Charles a firm foundation.

Although he often fought one-on-one, he was not only adept at solo battles; he also possessed a vast array of combat Special Abilities.

Charles once again chose the giant spider’s lair, but this time, he did not engage in battle.

Instead, he activated the Maze Runes and released “Mist.”

The endless mist drifted and permeated into the monster’s lair.

Maze abilities were different from the Special Abilities Charles usually used; they required a long time to activate, which is why he seldom used them.

But if a direct assault failed, naturally, he had to try a different approach.

At first, the mist Charles released was blown away by the monster spiders using their own abilities, but since the mist was endless and kept coming, after seven or eight days, the entire giant spider lair was fully enveloped.

Although a few Extraordinary giant spider monsters used their abilities to dispel some of the mist, they were quickly covered again.

The leader of the giant spider monsters remained composed at first, but soon became panicked.

After all, it was a Level Eighteen monster with extraordinary intelligence and cunningness, surpassing that of humans.

It obviously knew that Charles had returned with formidable methods; it even deliberately showed itself a few times, trying to lure Charles into its lair, but Charles remained unmoved.

After two or three more days, Charles could sense that the mist had infiltrated every corner of the giant spider lair and activated another maze ability—False Labyrinth.

He turned the spider’s lair into a temporary maze.

Charles watched as the giant spider’s lair emitted sharp screeches and the Spider Queen’s voice, which shifted constantly.

He took out his diary, turned to a page about Agmillar’s Labyrinth, and casually said, “This is the first time I’m using this ability; you should feel honored.”

The leader of the giant spider monsters shrieked, “Whatever abilities you have, just bring it on; I’m not afraid at all.”

Charles smirked slightly and said, “Sometimes, even I am afraid of myself.”

When Charles chose Bloody Glory, that Secret Technique created by the Great Philosopher of the Human Race, Protagora, was not as complex.

There were only thirteen Bloody Vortexes, capable of condensing only thirteen Unique Skills of Bloody Glory.

But subsequently, he learned this Secret Technique that even this Great Philosopher had not encountered, from several members of the Blood Clan, and even developed two Bloody Vortexes that were not originally part of Bloody Glory, making this Secret Technique completely unrecognizable.

Sometimes, Charles did not want to use certain powers; he always felt they were too inconceivable and too dangerously uncontrollable, but now he was ready to employ them.

These abilities, even for Charles the manipulator himself, were slightly terrifying.

Charles wrote a simple story on the blank page of Agmillar’s Labyrinth diary: a Spider Queen from a Foreign Land fell in love with a human man, and ultimately, the two lived lovingly together forever in their underground lair.

The story lacked any originality; its core was cliched, spanning across time, going back hundreds of years.

Indeed, it was focused on being cheesy.

Then he fiercely activated—Capture!

The mist enveloping the giant spider lair produced an exceedingly strange force that stuck gooily to everything including rocks, mud, spider silk, webs, cocoons, little spiders, giant spiders, regular monsters, Extraordinary level monsters, and even the leader, desperately pulling everything toward the void.

The leader of the giant spider monsters hadn’t expected Charles to possess such domineering and unreasonable abilities.

It didn’t know how to defend against it and could only struggle fiercely, using every power to resist the pulling force.

Although it was Level Eighteen and could withstand the pulling force, its descendants had no way to resist this bizarre power.

Soon, the weakest little spiders disappeared into the mist, and the leader of the giant spider monsters watched helplessly as his lair, his offspring, and himself were all absorbed by a mysterious force.

He vaguely sensed a strong bind firmly locking onto him, making his struggles increasingly powerless until he was finally captured into a page of a book.

Hmm, Charles’s diary.

Charles looked at the diary page that now showed the beautiful Spider Queen; it was his first time seeing this leader of the giant spider monsters in person.

Its upper body was that of a mature woman, while its lower half was a giant spider standing seven to eight meters tall with eight razor-sharp, steel-like legs.

In a one-on-one touch-and-go, he might have had to exert himself a bit, and if the opponent had brought a bunch of descendants, he might have even had to run.

But now…

Charles smiled lightly and said, “Tell me your name, my dear little spider.”