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The choice of location was not ideal; the ground was not made of hard granite, and even a human could easily dig through it with bare hands. Spiders crawled out from the earth, not in large numbers, but the ones above were killing them effortlessly. A single strike could slay one, and it seemed that no matter how many emerged, they could not harm him in the slightest.
“North Star Wolf Blade~”
Good gently caressed the blade, its black long edge gleaming under the wash of filthy blood. The sharp metallic glint of the blade appeared suddenly, and each spider that poked its head out was instantly reduced to a bloody mess. Of course, the scent of blood would attract their kin to feast on one another. There had always been controversy among spiders and insects regarding cannibalism; if food supplies ran low, they would inevitably resort to consuming their own kind.
The allure of flesh was an irresistible temptation for them, much like Cigarettes and delicious hot dogs are for humans. In a state of extreme hunger, they would eagerly consume these items. The clustered spiders began to greedily rush toward the meat chunks, waiting for the corrosive blood to be purified by the soil before they devoured the piles of flesh.
Good hardly paused; he knew where their weaknesses lay. Without hesitation, he drew his blade swiftly, his movements appearing quite relaxed as he focused on his deadly intent. Although he did not use any abilities beyond his swordsmanship, his sensory perception had reached its peak, making such judgments unsurprising.
The spiders' desire to attack was limited to their food source. Once satiated, no matter how close he stood or how much he touched them, they would not retaliate. However, their insatiable craving for meat remained unwavering; even knowing they might become corpses themselves, they charged forward with a noble spirit in pursuit of food.
It was unclear whether this was due to their dependence on food or simply their stubborn nature. Regardless, Good could handle this situation alone. Even if his current strength was only half of what it once was—or perhaps even less—facing opponents devoid of intelligence allowed him to react appropriately. Such creatures posed little threat.
By understanding the psychology of spiders and waiting near the bloodied areas where they might appear, he struck with his long blade at the moment they began to feed. At that instant, the spiders lost their primal urge to kill; in other words, as soon as they felt even a hint of fullness, their desire to fight diminished. Even a well-cooked prey laid before them would go unnoticed.
The timing of his strikes was impeccable. In just a short while, Good had slain over a dozen spiders. Their long spears could be fashioned into sharp weapons and were quite valuable.
Now fighting alone while also protecting the sleeping Freyr, he had to temper his offensive efficiency for safety's sake—aiming for quick kills without leaving any loose ends. However, despite having killed so many spiders, he had yet to encounter even one slightly stronger specimen. This was unusual; even among insects there would typically be a leader guiding them in search of food and ensuring safety during conflicts as the strongest guardian protecting weaker members of their kind.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a crack opened in the ground beside him. A massive spear shot up from beneath the surface like a blade in the night. This was after he had just slain the last juvenile spider when suddenly a spider weighing nearly a hundred pounds and standing close to three meters tall emerged.
This spider had dark, tough skin with six long spears on both sides. Its abdomen bore a grotesquely twisted human-like face—not an actual face but rather a pattern formed by mutations. Spiders with such facial patterns were notoriously difficult to deal with and possessed five times the strength of juvenile spiders.
The unadorned spider had relatively weak combat power, akin to a sapper in an army. Its size was certainly not that of a heavy tank, but rather comparable to a well-equipped, versatile soldier armed with a sniper rifle, serving as the leader of a group searching for food.
In terms of strength and size, it was far superior to other spiders. Such a formidable foe, as a hunter, was well beyond the level of a B-Class mission, yet it appeared before him so easily.
Good turned his head to look, unfazed by the intimidation the spider projected. Instead, he let out a cold snort. "Now this is interesting; it has finally shown itself."
The spider charged forward, its massive spear swinging from all directions like black whips piercing through the air. Good remained motionless, his senses heightened to their peak. At that moment, his fighting spirit surged as he gripped the ancient and sharp North Star Wolf Blade tightly. With its wolf-head black blade, he swiftly swung it out.
The sound of metal clashing erupted as the spear was swiftly severed in their encounter. The spider recoiled slightly from the impact. The edge of the North Star Wolf Blade was pure and sharp, forged from extremely cold iron and tempered to eliminate impurities. Its sharpness and toughness were remarkable for such a finely honed blade.
This was just the first strike; acid-like blood sprayed onto the ground from the wound. However, the spider's corrosive blood had a coagulating effect on its injuries, and within moments, the bleeding ceased. Yet the pain caused its eyes to redden and swell with fury, two pairs of red eyes glowing ominously in the night.
The spider did not rush to change its tactics; it must have lived for quite some time. Generally, spiders have short lifespans, but some long-lived ones grow stronger with age due to genetic mutations leading to reverse aging. Thus, although this spider was rare, its entire species could continue to thrive and potentially produce more such creatures, posing a devastating threat for the future.
Lacking intelligence, the spider attacked based on primal instincts fueled by anger. Now down to eleven legs, it appeared utterly battered yet continued its assault efficiently. Despite its clumsy size, its spear attacks were swift; against ordinary soldiers on the battlefield, such relentless strikes could result in significant casualties—this was precisely why the Military Department hesitated to deploy troops for city suppression.
However, such attacks had little effect on most hunters but could be deadly for novice hunters. Good dared not underestimate these strikes; he raised his sharp long knife as his emaciated body met several spears head-on.
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