Chapter 224: The Purple Arachnes

The undead legion rushed forward to meet their opponents.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Purple Arachnes reacted quickly and released their deadly webs. Their silk shot through the air with terrifying speed as they attempted to trap their targets.

Against living beings, this weapon was devastating. Once their web struck its target, the battle was often decided in an instant.

However, to their shock, the undead servants did not slow down.

They continued their charge without hesitation, swinging their weapons to tear apart the webs that tried to bind them.

Bang! Bang!

Blades and axes crashed against the strands, shredding them into useless fragments.

The webs that should have ensured victory were reduced to nothing.

The undead Elite Jackal Beastman reached a Level 24 Purple Arachne in a single burst of speed.

Its massive axe rose high before descending with overwhelming force.

Screech!

The Arachne barely managed to react.

The blow struck her upper body and nearly split her in half.

She let out a shrill cry of pain as her body staggered backward.

Desperately, she attempted to merge into the darkness.

Yet under the illumination of the Soul Lantern, her ability failed completely.

Before she could escape, the undead Elite Jackal Beastman struck again.

The second blow landed without mercy.

Her upper body split apart, and her form collapsed.

Blood splattered across the ground, mixing with torn flesh and scattered organs.

Without pausing, the undead Elite Jackal Beastman moved toward its next target.

A short distance away, the undead Storm Tyrant was wreaking havoc among the Arachnes.

Its massive hammer rose and fell repeatedly, crushing everything in its path.

Each strike carried destructive force.

Limbs shattered upon impact.

Bodies were crushed beyond recognition.

Fragments of bone scattered across the battlefield.

The Purple Arachnes tried to retaliate, but their attacks lacked effectiveness.

Their webs were torn apart before they could take hold.

Their movements were no longer concealed.

Their greatest advantage had been completely nullified.

Against the undead servants, they stood no chance.

Within less than two minutes, the battlefield fell silent.

Every Purple Arachne had been slaughtered.

Not a single one remained alive.

[Experienced Gained +500]

[Summoned Entities: Experienced Gained +250]

[Spirit +0.10]

Thoren observed the notifications calmly.

His expression remained indifferent as he processed the results.

After a brief moment, he shifted his attention to the fallen bodies.

“Since I do not know the way out of this place, I can question one of their spirits,” he said quietly.

He stepped forward and approached the largest corpse.

It belonged to a Level 24 Purple Arachne.

[Ghost Whispers.]

As he activated the skill, a faint silver energy emerged from the corpse.

The energy gathered slowly before forming a translucent figure.

An illusory Purple Arachne appeared before him.

Its eyes were dull and lifeless as it stared at Thoren.

It waited silently for his command.

“Where is the path to the surface?” Thoren asked.

The spirit remained still for a moment.

Then it responded in a hollow voice.

“I do not know.”

Thoren frowned slightly.

He knew that spirits summoned through his ability could not lie.

Their answers might be limited, but they were always truthful.

Confusion flickered in his mind.

However, he did not dwell on it for long.

His time was limited.

“Are there stronger beasts in this place?” he asked quickly.

“Yes,” the spirit replied.

“How strong are they?”

“I do not know. Our mother did not allow us to approach that area.”

“Where is this place?”

“Our home.”

Thoren’s expression darkened.

“What kind of answer is that?” he muttered in frustration.

Before he could ask another question, the spirit began to fade.

Its form dissolved into particles of light before vanishing completely.

Thoren clicked his tongue softly.

He showed no concern as he moved toward another corpse.

[Ghost Whispers.]

Once again, a faint silver glow rose from the remains.

Another illusory Arachne formed in front of him.

Its expression was just as empty as the previous one.

“Do you know where this place leads?” Thoren asked.

“I do not know,” the spirit answered.

Thoren clenched his jaw.

His irritation grew stronger.

“How can they not know?” he muttered.

“This is their home.”

His thoughts raced rapidly.

Then suddenly, a realization struck him.

“If they do not know, that means only one thing,” he whispered.

“This place must be far larger than I imagined.”

As the realization settled in his mind, a chill spread through his body.

His heartbeat quickened slightly.

The scale of this underground world might be beyond his expectations.

“Is it possible,” he murmured, but stopped himself.

He did not finish the thought.

He rubbed his palms together and noticed the thin layer of sweat.

Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself.

He stepped toward another corpse.

The previous spirit had already disappeared.

[Ghost Whispers.]

This time, he changed his approach.

He no longer asked about the exit.

If he wanted to leave this underground world, there was only one being who might know the answer.

“How can I reach your mother?” Thoren asked.

The spirit responded immediately.

It described the path in simple terms.

As Thoren listened, his expression gradually shifted.

Shock appeared in his eyes.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

He had not expected such an answer.

His current location was only a small part of this place.

There were many similar regions scattered throughout the underground expanse.

To reach the Purple Arachnes’ mother, he would need to travel across multiple zones.

Only then would he have a chance to encounter the Broodmother.

To confirm the information, he questioned more spirits.

Each one gave a similar answer.

There was no mistake.

Thoren lifted his head and looked into the distant darkness.

His eyes burned with determination.

If he wanted to leave this place, he had no choice.

He would have to move forward.

He would have to confront whatever lay ahead.

“In that case, I will find you,” he said quietly.

“Broodmother, here I come.”

He turned and began to leave the battlefield.

His steps were steady and deliberate.

He did not look back at the corpses.

He had no intention of raising them as undead.

Their appearance disgusted him.

They were not worth adding to his legion.

[Ghost Whispers +1 Exp]

Thoren glanced briefly at the notification.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

He increased his pace as he moved deeper into the maze.

He could have summoned his mount, but the narrow paths between the stone pillars made it impossible.

Time passed quietly as he continued forward.

The darkness swallowed his figure once more.

Several minutes after his departure, movement stirred within the shadows.

Dozens of Purple Arachnes emerged from the darkness.

They crawled toward the battlefield with eerie silence.

Their glowing eyes scanned the area.

They stopped when they saw the remains of their fallen kin.

The ground was stained with blood.

Broken bodies lay scattered across the stone floor.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then a piercing cry shattered the silence.

Screeech!

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