Wizard's Journey

Chapter 337 The Nest of the World (Thirteen)

Inside the tarantula's nest, there was a nauseating smell of digestive juices eroding the flesh and fat of living creatures.

The ground was covered with soft, decaying leaves. These soft, decaying leaves, after fermenting, seemed to release some heat. Combined with the thick spider silk barrier around them for insulation, the temperature inside this tarantula's nest was much higher than the outside temperature, reaching above freezing.

There was no trace of a single nesting tarantula left in the nest; it seemed that they had all instinctively rushed out to fight the demon hunters during the battle.

A twisted passage woven from spider silk weaves through layers of corroded leaves, and the witch hunters follow the silken passage to find the nest rooms one by one.

"Um!?"

Inside a room, everyone stopped in their tracks, staring blankly at the several demon hunters bound by spider silk. These demon hunters were actually the ten members of the demon hunter team that had appeared with ALS before Green's team entered the Nest of Worlds.

Green clearly remembers that the other side also had ten people, and the captain was a level two demon hunter wizard. The two sides even greeted each other.

But now...

Of the group of witch hunters, only ALS and Grimm remained. The other witch hunters sighed and continued their search of other rooms in the lair.

Green and Arathi stood quietly in front of the 'Witch Hunters'.

Now they are just empty shells; all the bodily tissues, bones, internal organs, and everything else beneath the skin have disappeared.

"Was it still too late...?"

Green could almost see these witch hunters, under the interference of the thought voice, feeling the terror of their internal organs melting beneath their skin and being devoured by the nesting tarantulas.

This is an utter despair, a wish to die immediately, yet it is impossible.

"Take it easy. On the path of life and death for demon hunters and dark wizards, death is inevitable. Those who survive are the true strong ones."

The voice was very calm. The old witch Aravana opened her palm, and the green sapling reappeared.

"Hmm, not bad. That witch-hunting wizard who studies life energy magic is still alive. Let's see if we can find anything."

After Green grunted in agreement, he nodded and collected the remaining magical artifacts from the few empty skins of the Demon Hunter Wizard. He didn't find anything of great value.

"Found it!"

Just then, a gasp came from another spiderweb-like room not far away.

Green and Ararat exchanged a glance and then quickly walked toward the source of the sound.

The twelve demon hunters from the Alashan Squad and the Green Squad surrounded a demon hunter whose body was covered in swollen blisters and whose skin was abnormally red and ulcerated.

The witch hunter, who had been freed from the spider silk by the crowd, was panting heavily. His festering skin was oozing foul-smelling pus, and he had lost consciousness.

Is there any hope?

Arathi walked over and asked the surrounding witch hunters.

A level-two demon hunter from the ALS squad, who was probing the rescued demon hunter, slowly shook his head, said nothing more, and quietly walked away.

Ararat nodded and remained silent.

Green strode over and first dropped a water ball, hoping to effectively stimulate the witch hunter to wake up, but it had no effect.

After a moment of contemplation, a small ball of soul fire suddenly ignited at the tip of Green's finger, and he slowly drew several symbols on the nearly festering skin of the witch hunter.

This simple application of soul power was something Green had figured out from the written symbols of the devil's contract he obtained from the "Dark Flame God" of another world during his wizarding apprenticeship.

Everyone was slightly surprised to see that Green had suddenly used a clever soul magic.

Generally speaking, no demon hunter wizard would be willing to specialize in soul magic. Although this kind of magic seems very powerful, once you advance to the Saint Mark Wizard level, many of the soul magic techniques that you once spent a lot of effort researching will become instincts of the Saint Mark Wizard. The so-called forward-looking wisdom on countless ancient scrolls tells you that this is a waste of time.

Even during his time as a wizarding apprentice, Green was influenced by this idea.

Stimulated by Green's ingenious and simple soul magic, the witch hunter, whose body was in a state of festering sores, groaned and gradually awoke.

Slowly, the witch hunter opened his eyes with great difficulty, wanting to say something, but he was choked by the mucus in his mouth and coughed.

However, the demon hunters present, apart from a few level two demon hunters, were all startled by what they saw.

His eyes...

At this moment, the witcher's eyes were bloodshot, and although he was in a negative condition, he was still in a normal human form.

But in the other eye, there was a two- or three-centimeter-long translucent spider slowly wriggling inside the eyeball, seemingly hatching.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After the witcher, whose skin was ulcerated, coughed, a stream of murky saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't have the strength to speak.

Green's soul fire communicated with the other's, but the other's soul fire was almost completely dissipated and there was no hope of saving it.

Presumably, the second-level demon hunter wizard shook his head earlier based on this point.

"What do you want to say?"

Green moved closer and asked the witch hunter whose skin was constantly festering.

Clearly, the lair tarantulas did something to this witcher, otherwise it's impossible that other witchers would die from the melting of their internal tissues, leaving behind a complete human skin, while he would die from his entire body festering.

"Cough cough...kill...me..."

Feeling incredibly weak and powerless, it took Green almost a minute to barely deduce what the witch hunter was trying to say from his own judgment.

Kill him?

Green pondered, but did not dare to make a move.

Outside the defensive shield of the Holy Tower in the Wizarding World, as long as the killing between witcher wizards does not violate the rules of the Holy Tower, no one will interfere.

However, if a witcher kills another witcher during a witcher expedition, there must be absolutely legitimate reasons and evidence. Otherwise, the crime would be betraying the interests of the wizarding world and would be classified as a crime of dark wizarding!

"Waaah..."

The powerless witch hunter closed his eyes again in immense pain, seemingly without even the strength to struggle.

"Wow! His skin..."

Suddenly, Ye Ye the parrot let out a sharp scream, then covered her mouth with her wings, her eyes filled with fear, as if she had realized something.

Green's eyes twitched slightly, and his breathing became heavier beneath the Mask of Truth. The other level-one demon hunters, who had been extremely puzzled, suddenly realized what was going on and their bodies trembled.

At this moment, beneath the skin of the demon hunter wizard whose body was festering, a wriggling motion occurred, and one after another, small, soft, translucent, dark black spiders, each only two or three centimeters long, crawled out from the festering wounds.

The nesting tarantula's method of laying and incubating its eggs is surprisingly to do so inside its prey.

This witch-hunting wizard, brimming with life energy, became the breeding prey of the nest tarantulas. The first meal of the young nest tarantulas that hatched from their eggs was this witch-hunting wizard!

At this moment, hundreds of nest tarantula larvae were inside the witcher's body, gnawing at his flesh and destroying his bodily tissues.

This is so cruel and painful!

However, this is also a unique evolutionary survival method of the nest tarantulas, and one of the survival rules of the endless world.

Taking out the crystal ball, Ararat walked to Green's side and said calmly, "Kill him. It's the best way to end his life. I've already recorded it."

"Um."

Green nodded and gave a low reply. Then, a fireball slowly appeared at the top of the Ram's Horned Skull Staff.

With a deafening roar, the wave of fire engulfed the decaying demon hunter.

With heavy hearts, everyone received some magical artifacts and ornaments that weren't particularly valuable. Green, after receiving a magical ring, glanced at it and casually tossed it into the dimensional rift.

Several juvenile wolf spiders, only two or three centimeters long and in the incubation stage, were collected from the ground as research specimens. As they retreated, they cast spells to completely destroy the wolf spider nest.

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, Arash and Green continued to lead their demon-hunting team forward.

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