The Net of Eternity.

Roy stood in the vast center and looked around, a faint sense of familiarity lingering in his heart.

This place is as illusory as the Kingdom of Freya, which he visited twice, and is hard to understand.

But this is the realm of the lion-headed spider who dominates death, pain, and misfortune.

Freya clearly explained that except for the two goddesses, she and Meritelli, most of the other gods were not in the level, and their realms were never held high into the sky and universe, and they were still in this old age.

Compared with the two goddesses, these so-called evil gods are at best powerful aliens.

Furthermore, in this era, the technical strength of Orson Ford and Nifgaard Imperial College was changing with each passing day, science was developing rapidly, and all beliefs related to ignorance and evil were rapidly weakened.

The lion-headed spider priest is willing to lie dormant in the countryside, and its power must be far less than before!

He pinched the hilt of his right sword tightly, felt the warm touch of blood connection, and the magic power in his body was free to move, and his heart became more confident, and his silver-gray pupils became firm.

I have a chance to kill this big spider.

"So calm, have you ever seen similar places? Swabro's gladiatorial arena, the Killing Realm of the Scarlet King, and the Garden of the Queen of Fields Dana Mebi?"

There was a little surprise in the sharp voice, and the excessive calmness of the witch hunter...

Roy turned a blind eye to the strangeness around him, and his eyes were like torch.

But there was only a chaotic area around him. The abundant chaotic energy was like a deep sea undercurrent, divided into countless lines. He could not find the other party hiding in, so he could only wait and see what changes were.

"Or you are born with amazing courage. Facing such a magnificent, great, sacred and solemn palace, you are still unmoved and unwilling to pay respects?"

Roy remained silent, and a few golden lights faintly appeared in the depths of the spider web, but when he paid attention to it, it disappeared without a trace.

The existence hidden in the chaotic spider web chuckled.

"Your vigilance is wrong. In fact, I pull you into the net and it is not necessary to let you sink here forever. This is too wasteful for the power you show, for your precious and tough soul. So I give you a priceless advice, don't stand against an immortal god, like a ridiculous petrified lizard, pterodactyl, to provoke and anger the real dragon."

"Let me cooperate."

A wind blew from the green flames, and Roy smelled the smell of decay and death, like the smell of moss, dead bones and soil in tombs and coffins, which made the living extremely uncomfortable.

"If you are stubborn, your fate will exceed your imagination."

"You will see what permanence of pain is, and the years and space are pale and powerless in front of it!"

Everything around in this cold tone went away.

Darkness, silence, and suffocation came to the face.

Roy suddenly had an illusion that he was wrapped in spider silk, hanging upside down in the spider web.

Without sound, light and temperature, it is difficult to move a finger in a crowded and narrow space.

Just like a mummy, it is sealed in endless years, struggling, roaring, offering pain to the owners of this place, praising its name.

He snorted coldly, and the red light surged behind him like a tide, and the illusion shattered in an instant.

"The witch hunter, the road is right under your feet"

This complex sound suddenly became as loud as a tsunami, and the space trembled. The countless giant cocoons in the spider web squirmed like they came alive, slowly moving towards him, and the white surface squeezed out faces that could not be seen clearly, and the evil ghosts in hell were wailing in pain.

"Do you fall into hell forever for being an enemy with me, or do you work together to dominate the world?"

What an arrogant spider.

“So what about cooperation?”

"You will hold my totem, shepherd my believers for me, eradicate dissidents, let the world feel pain and fear, spread bad luck and death, and let the name of the god of evil that has been covered with dust again."

"You will have all kinds of luxury enjoyment far beyond the emperor, and share with my immortality and glory."

"I drink the sufferings that all living beings have suffered, and their souls after death belong to you."

"We are the best collaborators under the witness of Eternal Web."

Roy's face drooped into the shadows, and a sarcastic curve was opened at the corner of his mouth, and he sneered in his heart.

If the weaver was so powerful, why would the priest hide in the country where birds do not shit and make things difficult for a group of pitiful orphans?

Why did she take action only after she died?

A god has exhausted all his words to a mortal and has fully exposed its weakness.

"I just killed your priest," Roy looked at the unknown end in the distance and took a deep breath, "You want to work with me? It's hard not to worry about me."

"In my teachings, death is not an end, nor is it a punishment."

The words fell.

Puff puff puff.

A cocoon opposite Roy suddenly cracked.

A bare arm stretched out, and the surface of the fair and delicate skin was covered with mucus like amniotic fluid, like a baby just born from his mother's belly.

Hurry!

Both arms tore up the threads of calluses.

A glorious lady crawled out, her upper body was concave and convex, and her back was covered with a black Greba tattoo, but she had a pitch-black spider belly and eight claws below her chest.

It was the priestess who Roy had fought against him not long ago.

Abigail

Identity: Singer of Pain (bound in the web of eternity, offering painful praises to the lion-headed spider until it dies.)

...

Roy shook his head, the God of Evil Omen really could not tolerate any waste.

Believers don’t devote themselves to it before their lifetime, and they will always sing praises for it after their death. What is the purpose of such a tiring and arduous life?

It would be better to let me swallow it.

If such faith is immortal, what else can be said in the world?

The priestess looked at the witch hunter, and there was no resentment on his pure and beautiful face.

She generously showed her rebirth and raised her knees and saluted her.

"Thank you, Lord Roy, for giving me death, allowing me to obtain the greatest life, further feel the true meaning of suffering, and truly enter the eternal kingdom!"

Her gratitude came from the heart, and pearl-like crystal tears gushed out from the corners of her eyes.

But those eyes had no trace of spirituality or self, only burning all the fanaticism and piety.

"Roy, do you understand? Since we have no grudges or suspicion, there is no obstacle to cooperation at all."

In its voice, the priestess humbly bowed his waist, and moved eight spider legs quickly retreated into the darkness.

"Although the lifespan of the demon hunter is only a few hundred years, it is only a blink of an eye than eternity. Are you willing to die in a hurry with such powerful power?"

"Working with me, you will step into eternity, and death is no longer the end for you."

Become your puppet?

Roy sneered in disdain, but his face pretended to be entangled, looking quite moved.

He clenched his fists and struggled, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

“I have never made a connection with the gods.”

He lied without changing his face,

"But I once met a businessman named Gonte Odim who mastered a soul contract, and I felt it was very suitable for the current situation."

"As an immortal god, you should have similar means."

"Let's sign a soul contract face to face and reach a cooperation."

Roy looked at the chaotic dome and sincerely suggested.

The voice fell into silence. Even as a god, the lion-headed spider could not see through Roy's heart and could not guess how sincere it was.

...

"Very good! You made a wise decision. But you should know what the consequences will be for deceiving the gods."

The green fire in the space was full of energy, the light swayed, the pervasive wind whistled by, the white cocoons squirmed desperately, and celebrated with painful wails.

And Roy's pupils contracted,

"Crazy"

Tens of meters away, a huge spider shadow was projected in the dark space, and it slid awkwardly from the sky with its spider silk hanging on its belly.

Its size is ten times larger than Abigail, and each curved spider leg is comparable to an arch bridge made of black steel.

The abdomen is swollen like a queen, giving people a feeling of bloated, tired, and old age when they move.

Its eight eyes are dark and golden, but they do not make people feel sacred and vast. Instead, they burn people's hearts and explore the pain and dark memories of the past.

It fell on the soft spider web, and the entire abdomen pressed tightly, shaking like a hammock in the net.

Zhuolan Ah Tra/Black Greba
To be continued...