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Without relying on its powerful abilities, the sheer muscle strength of the creature could crush an enemy to death with bare hands. Although this was just a juvenile spider, its size still exceeded nearly two meters, towering over an adult human. Its hard exoskeleton could be crafted into exquisite bomb-proof suits, soft armor, and protective gear for wear.
With just a few punches, the spider was sent tumbling down from the tower. However, the shocking situation ultimately unfolded; the destructive power brought by the juvenile mutated spider was immense. While some hunters on the tower sustained minor injuries, they managed to maintain a perfect record with zero casualties—a miraculous feat in any other context.
Of course, one must not overlook Maki's incredible seamless healing techniques. The Maqi Legion was one of the rarest groups among the more than ten Hunter Teams, consisting of only fifteen individuals. Yet these fifteen acted as battlefield medics, constantly moving around the tower to rejuvenate skin vitality, heal wounds, and activate cells. Their miraculous abilities played a decisive role in shaping the outcome of battles.
Without Maki's team of healers, both the Elite Hunter Team and the ordinary Hunter Team would suffer varying degrees of casualties. In war, losing lives at any moment was always a possibility.
The efficiency was astonishing as they worked together to sweep the spiders off the tower. Mature mutated spiders were incredibly formidable in terms of size, defense power, and destructiveness. These were powerful individuals that held leadership positions among juvenile spiders.
Especially notable was their hard exoskeleton; even that of a juvenile spider was valuable enough to craft high-quality knives and several pieces of hard armor, plate armor, and sturdy shields. Some materials could even be used in medicine to enhance bodily functions and rejuvenate cellular vitality. These precious products were highly sought after in the black market. Often, rumors circulated about treasures available in the market, but acquiring them was another matter entirely—there might be a price but no market. However, killing a mature mutated spider could yield substantial profits upon resale.
Freyr observed its massive form slowly approaching the tower when suddenly a hoarse roar erupted from below. A mass of sticky green liquid spewed forth before it even arrived, launching an attack ahead of its body.
A sense of crisis enveloped his mind as a powerful instinct for self-preservation surged from deep within him. The first stage of Gene Lock activated forcefully; his body rumbled with energy. Although it didn't expand his bones like in the second stage, he had adapted to this first stage over time and could easily tap into this power whenever needed.
Thoughts of evasion formed quickly, but the murderous intent from the mature mutated spider was equally intense. At that moment, he found himself capable of easily handling many juvenile spiders for the first time. Confronting those young spiders felt less daunting than facing the Zerg before. Despite sustaining some injuries—though minor thanks to his armor—he remained unperturbed.
His left hand wielded the Crimson Sun Sword with precision, deflecting streams of green saliva away from him and redirecting them to empty spaces nearby. This gentle yet effective technique had been learned in school and was now being applied; although it couldn't match top-tier swordsmanship for speed and accuracy, it allowed him to use softness to counteract hardness. Even when confronting a fierce opponent, he could leverage their strength against them.
The continuous parries appeared ordinary but flowed smoothly; every droplet aimed at him was blocked effectively. With such speed among hunters, he held a slight advantage. Coupled with Gene Chain's synergy, it was challenging for any newly initiated hunter to find a match for him—evidence of his diligent training.
Furthermore, examining the Crimson Sun Sword revealed its lustrous and smooth blade; surprisingly resistant to corrosion as well. Each treasure obtained from Good proved to be exceptional artifacts.
A tremendous roar erupted, resembling a thunderclap. First, a leg tore through the defenses of the Tower, and the clever Juvenile Spider seized the opportunity to quickly ascend the Tower. By the time anyone realized what was happening, no fewer than five massive Mutated Spiders had already appeared atop the Tower.
The Juvenile Spider could only be considered a low-tier unit, initially exhausting its energy and stamina on the front lines while mid- to high-tier units took advantage of the enemy's fatigue to launch their assaults. However, the Hunters, having survived life-and-death missions, were powerful individuals that the Juvenile Spider could not contend with.
Kloya's Elite Hunter Team swiftly harvested a section of spiders, their speed almost blinding. Just as Freyr regained his composure, he spotted two glossy black eyes staring at him like light bulbs, seemingly fixated on him. In that moment, it felt as if death itself was closing in; he sensed an intensified threat of mortality, his bones felt like they were swelling, and his physique appeared much more solid.
Good, clad in Black Armor, swept through three Juvenile Spiders with a horizontal slash. After taking three quick steps, he rapidly approached Freyr and pushed aside anything in his way. He raised the North Star Wolf Blade; the long spear-like spikes of the spider lunged forward but soon met an insurmountable barrier.
"Get out of the way!"
Although some of his abilities were suppressed by Restraint, facing off against a Mature Mutated Spider was still overwhelmingly shocking. Even a Star Hunter wouldn’t be foolish enough to confront such a beast head-on unless that Hunter relied solely on physical prowess from enhanced abilities. Yet even then, one should be able to distinguish between the Zerg and humans.
The golden sigils of the North Star Wolf Blade flashed as radiant light burst forth from its edge, projecting images of wolf heads that were fierce and menacing.
"Pack of Wolves Howl!"
Good's spirit soared as he let out a booming command like a deity issuing orders. He leaped forward, swinging his long blade with force; the long spiny legs of the spider were repelled back a distance as he advanced sharply, slicing through them with swift precision.
Freyr watched in astonishment; this was the gap in power. Good was splattered with green liquid and turned to glare at Freyr with a fierce look, as if hinting at something.
Freyr struggled to nod and touched his knee to stand up. Clearly, this scene was not unexpected for him; he had dreamt many such dreams where he fell into darkness surrounded by the bones of comrades. His body grew increasingly cold as a massive Zerg creature approached him from very close range.
He was still frightened; he had never experienced such a desperate desire to give up yet be rescued at such proximity. This feeling was something he had almost forgotten—an inner sense of yearning and excitement stirred within him.
"If you still have the will to fight, go kill a few more spiders," he replied lightly.
With both hands gripping his knives, he assumed a stance reminiscent of a rising formation, like a wolf descending upon its prey, leaving behind countless dazzling scratches that sparkled like a galaxy. The air around him grew hazy yet sharp.
This was precisely why he was told to move away; at such close range, the nearby Juvenile Spiders were quickly reduced to mere pulp. The outcome was inevitable, as deep gashes appeared on the Exoskeleton of the Mature Mutated Spider, gradually cracking inch by inch.
Freyr didn't run far before the roar behind him suddenly erupted, instinctively causing him to turn his head. The Mature Mutated Spider was drenched in green blood, resembling a giant bug soaked in dye. A wildfire of vengeance roared within him; despite its massive form, it still exhibited a tenacious vitality.
Since the decision had been made, it was best to leave the Mature Mutated Spider to specialists. This kind of opponent was one he could not confront directly at this moment. However, when facing the Juvenile Spiders, it felt as if he needed to vent the overwhelming sense of helplessness within him. He was consumed by bloodlust; just two meters from the Tower lay the dismembered corpses of the Zerg.
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