Chapter 170: Power of Thunder Dragon (2)

[I no longer want to know who’s the strongest. I just want to know how many cards that room is still hiding.]

[Lucky for us, they’re on our side.]

[Who said they’re on our side? Do you know them?]

[I don’t care. As long as they keep killing monsters so I can survive, that’s enough.]

[Fuck. If that tower turns to fire at us, would anyone survive?]

[Stop talking. Just thinking about it gives me chills down my spine.]

In another dim room, Amed suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Pwah!

Fresh blood splattered straight onto the surveillance screen, leaving a thick red streak running down to the bottom.

His body staggered.

His two legs went limp, almost collapsing onto the floor.

His already pale face now resembled a corpse even more, his eye sockets sunken, his lips blue-purple, cold sweat pouring out like rain. Blood was no longer just flowing from his nose. Even the corners of his mouth were oozing streaks of dark red.

“Master!” Ryu hurriedly cried out.

He ran two steps closer, his face filled with fake worry.

“Are you alright?”

“Do you need me to…”

But in his heart, Ryu was completely the opposite.

Looking at Amed struggling to support himself, a sense of glee and anticipation indescribable in words rose in his chest.

’Die…’

’Just hurry up and die…’

’If you die, I’ll finally be free…’

’Strong? Terrifying? In the end, you’ve finally had a day where someone beats you to death like a stray dog…’

Of course, he didn’t dare let even a trace of those thoughts show.

Because even though Amed had been pushed to this state, he still didn’t dare bet that the other side no longer had the strength to kill him.

Amed used one hand to brace against the table, while the other clutched the chest of his shirt. His breathing was so rapid that an almost wheezing sound came from his throat.

He gritted his teeth, staring intently at the battlefield outside.

His gaze was filled with shock and viciousness.

“Damn it…”

He labored to spit out each word.

“That blow… where the hell did it come from?”

Hearing this, Ryu was also startled in his heart.

That’s right.

Just now, everyone had seen the thunder electricity emerge from the apartment complex, but exactly which room, which corner, or even which tower had launched that attack, he had completely failed to see clearly.

The speed was too fast.

The power was also too terrifying.

Amed trembled as he raised his hand, taking out a small black pouch from his backpack, then waving his hand toward the screen. A few grayish-black flecks of light immediately flew back from outside, passing through the wall and entering the pouch.

Those were the remaining fragments of the puppet.

Very few.

Pitifully few.

Just a few hardened pieces of ash and two or three burnt-black threads twisted like the corpses of worms.

Seeing what was left of his puppet, Amed’s expression turned even uglier.

He didn’t understand.

He truly didn’t understand.

Although his puppet wasn’t his strongest trump card, it was absolutely not something that could be wiped out so easily in just one blow.

That meant that the blow just now wasn’t merely strong.

It was strong to the point of exceeding his judgment.

In another room in Block A, the atmosphere was completely different.

This room was a bit brighter, but it carried a kind of cold stillness very difficult to describe. Not the cold of ice, but the cold of silence, of a place that did not allow any unnecessary sound to exist for long.

A woman was sitting in front of the surveillance screen.

She was extremely beautiful.

That beauty wasn’t of the soft or sweet variety.

But the kind of beauty that made others feel pressure just from a single glance.

Her face was white as jade, her features cool and sharp, her nose high, her lips thin, her long eyes cold to a degree resembling two thin blades sharpened from ice. Her long black-silver hair flowed down behind her back, reflecting the light from the screen like a stream of dark water.

The strangest thing was her right hand.

It was too beautiful.

Too perfect.

The fingers were long and slender, snowy white, the nails clean and beautifully curved, like a hand sculpted from porcelain and moonlight. But at this moment, from the back of that hand, faint wisps of white smoke were rising.

As if it had just been seared by something extremely hot.

Beside her were two other girls.

Both were very beautiful, but were completely overshadowed by the woman in the middle.

One had short reddish-brown hair, her gaze sharp but currently carrying a clear hint of worry.

The other had long ash-silver hair, her face gentler, but she was also frowning as she looked at that hand emitting white smoke.

“Sister…” The reddish-brown-haired girl spoke first, her voice lowered: “Your hand…”

“Should we treat it right away?” The silver-haired girl also asked further.

The woman glanced down at her hand once.

Her gaze didn’t waver at all.

As if the thing that had just been burned wasn’t her hand, but merely some object not worth caring about.

Then, she lightly waved her hand.

“No need.”

Her voice was very cold.

Not loud.

But enough to make the entire room another layer quieter.

The two girls looked at each other and finally said nothing further.

The woman raised her head once again, her gaze landing once more on the surveillance screen displaying the battlefield outside.

In that gaze, there was no anger.

No pain.

Only cold observation and a very faint trace of interest.

As if what caught her attention wasn’t the hand that had just been wiped out, but rather the source of that bolt of lightning.

Back in Rover’s room.

After the blow just now, Sunako finally seemed to come back to life.

“Aghhhh!!”

She began to scream again, but this time it was no longer purely fear, but mixed with bewilderment and excitement to the point of nearly going mad.

“It’s dead?!”

“That hand is dead?!”

“That disgusting puppet is also dead?!”

“Goddamn it, what kind of monster is your Thunder Dragon?!”

Hearing her scream, Thunder Dragon arrogantly lifted its little head, seemingly very pleased with this reaction. But after the shot just now, it had clearly expended a tremendous amount of energy. Its chest heaved rapidly, and on its scales, residual sparks of small electricity were gradually fading.

Morie only glanced at the general chat channel once, then no longer bothered with it.

The cries of astonishment, speculation, exclamations, fear, or jealousy inside there were all meaningless to her.

The only important thing at this moment was that the balance on the battlefield had been broken.

The puppet was gone.

The massive hand was also gone.

The Ice Wolf General had just retreated to reorganize her formation.

In other words…

This was the best opportunity to continue the kill.

Morie slightly tilted her head, her jade-green eyes looking toward Elith.

“Continue.”

Just two short words.

But Elith understood immediately.

She took a deep breath, her eyes immediately turning cold.

“Okay.”

Elith’s spiritual force once again spread outward.

The small spiders from before had been partially frozen and partially severed, but the remaining number was still extremely large. They hid in cracks, beneath the ice, in the dead corners of the walls and corridor ceilings, awaiting orders from her.

And this time, their target was no longer the Ice Wolf General.

It was the entire group of ice monsters.

Looking down from above, countless small, almost transparent spiders began to move simultaneously.

They crawled out of their hiding places.

Slid across the layer of ice.

Climbed over the corpses and debris still smoking.

Then simultaneously shot silk toward the Ice Tribe formation that had just been reorganized.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Spider silk shot out from all four directions.

Wrapping around the legs of ice Goblins.

Clinging to the necks of ice Wolves.

Binding the shoulder and knee joints of ice Golems.

Layer after layer, with such speed that it gave one the feeling that the ground outside the apartment complex had just come to life and begun swallowing the enemy whole.

The ice Goblins in the front row didn’t even have time to react before being yanked face-first onto the ice.

The ice Wolves preparing to spread out to the two flanks all simultaneously halted as their front legs were tightly wrapped in silk.

Even the powerful ice Golems couldn’t avoid it. They raised their shields wanting to strike, but the silk had already wrapped around their joint sections, making each motion sluggish and stiff.

The Ice Wolf General had just retreated for less than ten seconds, and the formation in front had once again begun to fall into chaos.

Elith stared intently at the screen, her fingers slightly trembling from having to control so many individuals at once, but her gaze grew brighter and brighter.

This was her battlefield.

This was how she had survived in the underground city of the Spidary race.

No need for showy displays.

No need to appear at the center.

She only needed to silently set traps, then at the most crucial moment, use countless tiny spider webs to drag the entire enemy down into the abyss.

Morie looked at the battlefield, the corner of her mouth curling up just slightly.

Just cold enough.

Just ruthless enough.

And just effective enough.

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