abnormal mutation

Chapter 153 The Most Desperate Way to Die

These gillmen were clearly expendable; the sea people ordered them to hold off the enemy while they quietly hid in the rear, showing no intention of charging forward.

The intermediate-sequence extraordinary being seemed insane, but probably still retained a sliver of rationality. His gaze towards the sea was filled with fear; he wanted to escape but had nowhere to run. Instinctively, he continued to kill and devour flesh and blood in an attempt to heal his injuries.

Roland's heart stirred, and a vibrant ball of life fire entered his senses, rising rapidly and already within the ambush range of the spider web.

He knew something was wrong; only one person came up!
If the other party notices the spider web, he must act immediately, otherwise the other party will probably not fall for it again.

With a deafening roar, the waves crashed open, and the giant shark leaped out of the water. The blue-green frogman used the force to land on the deck with a loud thud, his wide-open mouth revealing a set of gleaming white, sword-like teeth, giving his smile a touch of cruelty.

Wherever he went, the spider webs retreated, revealing a small vacuum area.

'They seem unaware.'

Roland decided to wait a little longer; if the octopus monster didn't come up, he would take down this one first.

On the deck, the frogman advanced step by step, while the Glutton, whose body had swelled up to be a size larger than his, looked cowardly and slowly retreated until he reached the stern of the ship, where he had nowhere left to retreat.

"You're pretty tough. I'll give you a chance to live. Submit to me and obediently become my gill slave!" His voice was hoarse and shrill, heavy with emotion, more unbearable than the sound of a steel needle scraping against glass.

As if provoked, the glutton swept away his fear, his eyes filled with resentment, and he roared as he charged.

The frogman brandished his two-pronged fork, his spirit surging, and every drop of seawater seemed to come alive, surging and roaring, sending dozens of torrents flying up, spiraling around the giant fork, like a giant swinging his arm, slamming the glutton to the ground.

The steel deck groaned in agony, dented and cracked.

The glutton vomits blood from his mouth and nose, struggling in vain, but his broken bones and limp limbs are too weak to support him.

Roland's lips twitched. If the roles were reversed, he knew he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.

'We can't wait any longer.' He worried that once the frogman went into the sea, his spider web wouldn't be able to trap him.

The enormous, hat-shaped spider web suddenly tightened, the brim drooped, and began to close, forming a bag with its opening facing downwards.

In an unseen dimension, the frogman is trapped deep within a spiderweb, surrounded by an ellipsoidal vacuum.

Suddenly, thousands upon thousands of threads emerged from the spiderweb nodes surrounding the vacuum, stretching out towards the frogman simultaneously like living creatures, densely packed, flying and intertwining, sealing off and encroaching on every inch of space.

The frogman paused, then abruptly turned around, scanning his surroundings with wary eyes. His spiritual vision was dim, revealing nothing unusual.

The spider silk retreated as if startled, then spread out again, seemingly close yet distant, never touching the frogman's body, but completely sealing him off.

A strong sense of crisis pierced the frogman's nerves. Without thinking, he leaped into the water, wanting to return to the sea.

"Hiss hiss hiss..." He seemed to hear some kind of hissing sound.

The next instant, countless threads clung to his body, sticking to every inch of his skin, silently probing into his flesh and soul, each one dividing his senses, each second stealing his life.

"what--"

The frogman's pupils contracted slightly as his vision was filled with intricate spiderwebs, and he was horrified.

He instinctively mobilized all his spirituality, but his perception was blocked, and he could not draw upon the power of the ocean at all. His spirit and body were like rusty machines, sluggish and slow, moving like an old man.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Every moment, countless threads break, yet even more nets rush in.

The characteristics clash fiercely, with both sides trading blows, and [Weaving] holds its own.

Some of the broken threads collided and disintegrated, while others meandered like worms, burrowing into the frogman's body, systematically connecting and weaving, gradually severing his senses and control. Suddenly, the frogman sensed something and looked up to see a giant, colorful spider "floating" from the depths of its web, growing larger and larger in his vision, its countless long legs flying, imposing rings of restraint on him.

The frogman suddenly remembered a scene of spiders hunting that he had seen when he was a child. At the time, he just thought it was funny and even laughed at the spiders for being stupid and not taking the initiative.

This scene is so similar to that one, except he is the prey, struggling but only managing to tear a few pieces of the net, his heart filled with helplessness and despair.

"Help--"

The surging spirituality was torn apart by the spider cocoon, and not a single trace of it escaped.

The frogman's struggles grew weaker, but Roland remained vigilant. After launching his attack, he broke free of the spiderweb's invisibility, exposing himself to the psychic vision, and was already detected by the octopus monster.

Beneath the pocket web, the octopus monster lingered, watching helplessly as its companion's life force waned, refusing to step even half a step into the web.

A spider and an octopus stand facing each other across the steel hull and the dark ocean, the atmosphere heavy.

Roland sat cross-legged on the spider web, not in a hurry at all.

He admitted that he had panicked a little. If the octopus monster had acted recklessly, he didn't know if he could have suppressed two powerful mid-sequence extraordinary beings at the same time.

Fortunately, the deliberately left opening in the spider web and the octopus monster's caution allowed him to regain the initiative.

After taking down the frogmen, he had completely taken control of the three cargo ships, and the Gluttons, hundreds of gillmen, and sea people had all been captured.

Their life force flowed into Roland's body along the spider silk, replenishing his losses while he gradually poured it into the bodies of the wounded in the bilge.

Invisible threads descended one after another, enveloping the wounded, including Liam, and suspending them in the cabin like silkworm cocoons.

Where the body is broken and damaged, the fibers of life silently weave, and flesh and blood grow. The fibers of the mind penetrate deep into the soul, gradually mending the cracks and damage, and the injured person's complexion visibly becomes rosy again.

Half an hour passed.

Most of the gill people had been drained dry, and a dozen or so sea people, frogmen, and gluttons were also on the verge of death, their lives drained by half, and they could no longer resist. The reason they hadn't died was because Roland thought they were still useful.

In the lower deck of the Sacrifice, Liam suddenly opened his eyes. The pungent smell of blood and decay immediately brought back his memories, and the hanging spider cocoons horrified him even more.

He tried to break free, but the webs were rapidly pulled away one by one. He quickly steadied himself, feeling a sticky sensation under his feet. The darkness couldn't block his vision; the mangled corpses and hanging spider cocoons in the cabin made him unconsciously clench his fists and grit his teeth.

The scene was so terrifying that he instinctively assumed the spider cocoon came from an enemy.

"Commissioner Liam, prepare for battle. The enemy hasn't left yet." Roland noticed this and immediately used the spider web to send a message. It would be ridiculous if their own people started fighting first.

Liam's body jolted, a smile blooming on his face. He rushed out of the lower deck, the spiderwebs along the way quickly swerving to avoid him.

The further he walked, the more alarmed he became. The gill people he had seen before had all been sucked into skeletons, old and withered, and did not look like good people.

The deck was completely empty and eerily silent. In the distance, there were two other cargo ships, moving at a very slow speed.

He activated his spiritual vision again, and his mind was struck as if by a heavy blow. The entire area was covered by a net hanging from the sky, covering everything and giving people a sense of endless despair and inescapable doom.

Suddenly, a huge, colorful spider burst into his vision, rushing along the web at high speed, startling him so much that he immediately went into battle stance.

“Commissioner Liam, I am Roland Hohenzollern Otto, Director of the Security Consulting Company of the Northern Union Chamber of Commerce.” Roland stood up and took off his hood.

“Roland?” Liam then noticed that there was a person sitting on the spider. He had seen Roland’s photos before, but this was the first time he had seen him in person. He was somewhat hesitant to recognize him, or rather, he could hardly believe it.

"Just you?!"

(End of this chapter)