Sylas winced as he tried to get up. If not for his hoard of serpents, he would have already been overrun by the smaller Woodland Spiders. However, he knew that he couldn’t let the Woodland Spider Queen have any more chances to heal.
No matter what, he had to get up.
No matter what.
…
Hidden in the distance, Ragnar and the Sylphs were tense.
They had just thought that Sylas was dead, but then he came back with a maneuver they couldn’t quite understand. But even now, when they should have been relaxing, it still felt as though the air had been completely sucked out of their lungs.
This man… was dangerous.
He was practically fighting such a beast on his own. A Quasi Bronze Beast…
And he was making it suffer.
They clenched their weapons, their gazes filled with thankfulness that he should die soon. No matter what, they had to make certain of that.
A man who could make it this far without support had to be taken out as quickly as possible… because the day he managed to build a real faction around himself would likely be the day the rest of them didn’t have a chance anymore.
Ragnar understood Earth’s situation better than most people. He knew that there were other people who were just as dangerous. But those people were hidden experts of the governments… slumbering powerhouses of the families… stowed away trump cards of Legacy… ancient Races with foundations deeper than any of them could imagine…
But if there was another person like Sylas, a person without such foundations who had managed to become so dangerous…
He couldn’t name them.
…
Sylas pushed himself up, blood drizzling down his face. He nearly fell, his body lacking the blood needed to stop his head from spinning. It felt like the ground was moving beneath him, and it only made it worse that it was in part. The roots weren’t exactly the most solid floor there was.
They moved and swayed, shifting and bouncing with his every step.
Sylas looked ahead, meeting the gaze of the spider queen. Or, at least, what was left of it.
He could see it.
Another person would feel despair right now, but he refused to allow himself to sink into that abyss once again. Instead, he was focused on another thing.
Fear.
Not coming from himself, but the scent he could feel coming off of the Woodland Spider Queen.
He could feel it as though it was lingering in the air like the dense fog of dusk. He could feel its inferiority. He could feel the power of being the superior beast.
The Woodland Spider Queen shuddered as it took a step back.
There was something particularly sinister about a Sylas with a thick branch sticking out of his chest, iced over as though he couldn’t feel it in the slightest.
Although his legs wobbled, his gaze itself was firm.
His Will blazed deep within, the solid light practically boiling over.
He was someone who had shattered the glass ceiling of Earth’s Will. He was someone who refused to allow a mere stat to dictate just how strong his Will might or might not be.
He was someone who was determined not to die here.
Sylas sacrificed an entire 1000 of his Will in a single sitting.
The Woodland Spider Queen couldn’t even feel it. Its eyes were completely locked onto Sylas, its fear gripping its heart and its soul. It could feel that a danger was coming, and it knew that that danger was Sylas, but it had no ability to fight back against it.
At that moment, Sylas recalled his experience in the Sylph Dungeon. The last Will trial used kamikaze Astral Wills to attack his psyche, but they had been unable to succeed because his Will was too strong.
Back then, he had the thought of using
But this time, there was no other choice. So he made the right decision without the slightest hesitation.
His Will came infused with all of his Silver Grade Ice-Poison affinity. And it pierced right into the spider queen’s very soul.
Sylas didn’t move, and neither did the spider queen.
They stood there, dozens of meters apart, staring at one another seemingly without the slightest intention of moving.
The spider queen was already close to its last legs. The amount of poison that had been pumped through its body was tremendous. If it was any other beast without a poison affinity, it would have long since collapsed.
Although Sylas’ poison was far stronger than its own, it had the Level and Aether advantage. The Arctic Emperor Cobra weakened that advantage, but after the spider queen activated its Kingly Aura, it became several times more difficult for it to deeply root itself.
The Rule Breaking ability of these King Beasts was precisely what made them so supremely powerful. Their stats were almost a secondary worry. Unless you could overwhelm them… you would have no chance at all.
However, now…
Ragnar and the Sylphs could only watch in silence as Sylas stared down the spider queen, and their hearts quaked as the beast actually took a step back, and then another, before it froze.
Then they witnessed something that they would never forget.
The spider queen, frozen in place, began to slowly ice over.
Before, the blue Runes were only growing slowly. But all of a sudden, they accelerated, overwhelming its body.
Soon, half its body was encased in ice, and then it was over 70% before there was almost nothing at all that wasn’t frozen.
It tried to open its mouth to echo out with one last mournful cry, but as it was in the process, its maw was the final piece to be frozen solid.
The spider queen stopped moving. Forever.
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[Field Dungeon of
