Becoming a god by raising witches

Krista looked at the black cat with a puzzled expression.

"So you had helpers, but they're useless. To me, you're all just food."

"It's really hard to say who owns whose food."

Eileen has completely digested Sheria's witch heart and gained new power.

The black cat gradually transformed into human form, but it wasn't Eileen; instead, it was Sherry, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman.

Her hair instantly grew longer. Unlike the half-baked Locke, her hair, though still soft, was extremely resilient, firmly locking Krista's eight legs in place.

Then, Krista's body was lifted up by an invisible force.

Boom boom boom——

Krista's enormous body slammed against the walls and ceiling like a toy, making a loud noise.

"How is this possible? You're not Sherlia! You can't be Sherlia! Who are you? I'll tear you apart! Tear you apart!"

Krista let out a venomous voice.

Locke didn't sit still either; he immediately took out his pistol and fitted it with a silver bullet designed to counteract the strangeness.

bang bang bang-

Three bullets pierced Krista's head, leaving a brilliant bloom of blood between her eyebrows.

A perfect shot at 200 meters—that's no small feat; a shooting elite's skills are the result of rigorous training.

However, her hole-in-the-head did not hinder her actions.

Her neck twitched, directly retracting the head into her neck, and then a completely intact head grew back, making Locke's scalp tingle again.

"Locke, your weakness isn't in your head, it's in your abdomen."

As Eileen spoke, invisible threads extended from her hand, tearing open the skirt covering the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider's abdomen to reveal another hideous face.

"Two faces!"

Locke said in surprise.

"It's not two faces, this is what it truly looks like."

Locke intended to aim for the abdomen, but missed the best opportunity.

The insect eggs had already hatched, and tiny spiders stood in front of the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider like a solid wall.

The shadows rushed toward the wall, but their speed couldn't keep up with the relentless onslaught of spiders.

At this rate, even if the Shadow Candle burns out completely, it probably won't solve the immediate problem.

Considering that he would still need this candle in the future, Locke extinguished the Shadow Candle and put away the short section of candle.

Eileen blew out a pink mist, which spread to the little spiders, turning their eyes red.

All the little spiders looked at Erin as if they were seeing their dearest lover, and a feeling of wanting to protect Erin arose within them.

They all turned around and looked at the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider, and the wall protecting the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider collapsed instantly.

The Thousand-Faced Spider let out a sharp, piercing roar that seemed to pierce the soul, causing Locke to feel a sharp pain in his head. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his head in agony.

As if awakened by the sound, the little spiders turned around again and attacked Eileen and Locke.

However, they had barely moved when their heads were dislocated by invisible threads, and they collapsed into pools of purple blood.

The Thousand-Faced Spider doesn't care about their deaths. She can keep laying eggs and then accelerate the maturation of these eggs so that the little spiders can hatch.

The Thousand-Faced Spider also attacked Eileen, spewing venom from its head and abdomen simultaneously.

This time it wasn't a spider web attack, but a venom spray.

Eileen pulled Locke aside, narrowly avoiding the attack. The venom splashed onto the wall, immediately causing corrosion marks.

"This spider can spray venom?"

Locke's back was completely soaked with sweat from the intense exercise he had just experienced and his constantly tense nerves.

"Never get the venom on you. If you can't find a mage with healing abilities within five minutes, it's basically the end of your life."

Eileen reminded her.

"it is good."

Locke nodded, focused his attention, and checked the health bar above the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider's head.

The health bar showed she had 10 minutes left to live.

That means she will die in 10 minutes!

This was undoubtedly good news for Locke.

It's highly likely that Eileen will be able to kill this Thousand-Faced Spider.

But Locke did not let his guard down; he knew that caution was paramount, especially in such critical moments.

He glanced at his lifespan bar through Eileen's eyes.

Because he couldn't see Eileen's lifespan bar.

10 minutes!

My lifespan bar is exactly the same as the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider's! What the hell is this?

Could it be that the Thousand-Faced Spider chose to perish together with itself?

Or did she take herself down with her before she died?

Or perhaps the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider and I were killed at the same time by the power of a third party?

Is the third person Eileen? There's only Eileen here.

Could it be that he killed someone to cover it up for the Witch's Book?

There was absolutely no need for that. If she wanted to kill someone to cover it up, she wouldn't be alive now.

Amidst a jumble of thoughts, the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider had already entered berserk mode, indiscriminately spraying venom indiscriminately, friend or foe.

Everything in the study was corroded by the venom, including the newly hatched spiderlings.

If they had thoughts, they would definitely say that Mommy has gone crazy and we should run away quickly.

Unfortunately, these little spiders seemed to lack thought and continued their mechanical attacks.

Apart from those who were turned against their mothers, the other newly hatched spiders remembered their mother's teachings and charged forward recklessly.

Even though some of them had been corroded by their mother's venom, they were still fearless in the face of death.

If Locke wants to attack, he will inevitably get infected by the venom; if he gives up attacking, he will always be in a passive defensive state.

The key now is to shut down the Thousand-Faced Spider's berserk mode and restore its sanity.

"Krista! Do you remember Nate?!"

Locke suddenly asked.

Krista paused slightly, seemingly recalling the name Locke had mentioned.

"Have you even forgotten your own fiancé? You foolish spider."

Locke further provoked her.

"Foolish, you're the foolish human! Did you really think I would remember a mere human? What fiancé? He's nothing but an ant I picked up to cover my identity."

Krista said, her face contorted in pain.

Locke continued to entice her to talk, while Eileen seized the opportunity to launch her attack.

He used his long hair to bind the spider's eight legs again, as well as her abdomen and head that spewed venom.

Until the Thousand-Faced Poison Spider was unknowingly bound into a rice dumpling.

Exactly nine minutes had passed.

Oh no! Could it be like Sieg, capable of self-destructing?

To prevent it from self-destructing and dying, Locke fired five bullets in succession, hitting the Thousand-Faced Poison Spider's abdomen.

The Thousand-Faced Poison Spider let out a shrill scream, struggled to break free of all its restraints, and charged madly towards Locke. The other small spiders were swallowed one by one into her abdomen, trying to quickly heal her wounds.

"Xiao Ai, be careful it doesn't self-destruct."

Locke reminded him.

Eileen nodded slightly, rushed towards the severely injured Thousand-Faced Poison Spider, and punched it with all her might, sending the Thousand-Faced Poison Spider flying straight out of the Earl's mansion, blowing off the ceiling of the dome.

In mid-air, the Thousand-Faced Poison Spider indeed exploded, like a dazzling firework.

However, the venom that splattered from its body was like a purple meteor shower, covering the entire Earl's mansion.

Just then, Sieg arrived in time and threw out a green talisman, which transformed into a green light screen that covered the Earl's mansion, effectively blocking the venom from entering the barrier.

The venom and the green light cancel each other out.

Sieg wiped the sweat from his brow. If the nobles attending the ball knew about the strange occurrence, he'd probably have to go back and write a deep self-criticism.

At this moment, Locke, who had survived the ordeal, was completely exhausted. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

At the very last second, we were away from the explosion.