ATPnovel Chapter 620 The Land Without Light
Chapter 620 The Land Without Light
They have no eyes; the front of their heads has only a mouthpart full of sharp teeth, around which grow six sensory tentacles that constantly swing in the air, capturing the scent and vibrations of their prey.
More than four thousand players formed a massive formation on the black rocks of the land of no light.
The Dark Ravens accounted for the majority of the forces, and Yamamoto Tatsuno's Raging Waves Guild also brought more than 300 elites to help. Together with several other small guilds affiliated with the Dark Ravens, they gathered a total of more than 4,000 people.
"Yamamoto-san, have your men tuck to the left flank a bit. There are too many spiders over there; they're about to be torn open," Kobayashi Hikaru added.
Yamamoto Tatsuno stood at the forefront of the left wing, his bald head covered in sweat, his face contorted with rage.
He was carrying a giant spiked club taller than a person, its iron spikes stained with grayish-black spider blood.
"Shrink my ass!" Yamamoto Tatsuno's voice boomed like thunder. "I can handle it!"
Even so, the members of the Raging Waves group around him were clearly struggling.
Three ordinary members were entangled in the silk of an eyeless ghost spider and were about to be dragged into the spider horde.
"Save them!" Yamamoto Tatsuno roared, swinging his spiked club at the eyeless spider.
The spiked club slammed into the spider's carapace, producing a dull thud.
A crack appeared on the spider's carapace, and grayish-black fluid gushed out from the crack, splashing all over Yamamoto Tatsuno's face.
He wiped his face, flicked the bodily fluids onto the ground, and then struck again.
The stick struck one of the spider's legs, breaking it off instantly. The spider lost its balance and fell to the ground.
Yamamoto Tatsuno raised the stick with both hands and smashed it down hard on the spider's head. The spider's mouthparts shattered, and it twitched twice before going still.
"The president is awesome!" shouted the members of the Raging Waves group next to him.
"What the hell are you bragging about? Hurry up and save them!" Yamamoto Tatsuno tossed his head at the members who were entangled in the spider silk.
Several people frantically used daggers to cut the spider silk and dragged the three members back from the spider's mouth.
However, Yamamoto Tatsuno was simultaneously struck on the back by the silk of another eyeless ghost spider.
Spider silk stuck to his bathrobe, and the spider began to drag itself backward.
Yamamoto Tatsuno's body swayed, but his short, thick legs remained rooted to the ground, completely still.
He turned around, grabbed the spider silk, and yanked it hard.
The eyeless spider was pulled into the air, tracing an arc before crashing down at Yamamoto Ryuno's feet.
He stepped on the spider's abdomen, shoved his spiked club into the spider's mouthparts, and stirred it around a couple of times.
The spider stopped moving.
"Who else!" Yamamoto Tatsuno roared, his voice echoing in the empty space of the lightless land.
No one answered him, because more eyeless spiders were pouring out.
Kobayashi Hikaru pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield as he mentally estimated the rate at which his troops were being depleted.
More than two hundred people have already died.
Most of them were ordinary members, with inadequate equipment and levels, and were instantly killed by the Eyeless Spider's charge.
Fortunately, these people were originally intended to be used as expendable resources in his plan.
"Chishima-san," Kobayashi Hikaru's voice was very soft.
"Hmm." Chishima Rin's voice came from the side, indifferent and concise.
She stood three steps behind Kobayashi Hikaru, her face veiled in black, revealing only her eyes.
Those eyes were indeed alluring, with slightly upturned corners and long eyelashes, but the gaze within them was like a poisoned needle, looking at everyone as if they were already dead.
She wore a tight-fitting black leather armor, with hidden weapons concealed in every gap – daggers, darts, poison needles, and shurikens.
More than a dozen small leather pouches, each containing different kinds of poison, hung from his belt.
"There's a lone level 46 spider about 30 meters to our right rear, and it's approaching our back row," Kobayashi Hikaru said. "Don't let it interfere with the treatment."
Chishima Rin did not answer.
Her figure faded for a moment, then disappeared.
It's not that it's invisible, it's that it's too fast.
Three seconds later, the level 46 eyeless spider began to convulse from its abdomen, its eight legs curled up limply, and black foam flowed from its mouthparts.
It had seven small wounds on its body. None of them were fatal, but the muscles around the wounds were turning black, rotting, and dissolving at a visible rate.
poison.
Chishima Rin reappeared beside Kobayashi Hikaru, now holding a still-dripping blood dagger.
She wiped the blood off the dagger on the spider's silk sac, then sheathed it back into the leather sheath at her waist.
"The venom is too slow to take effect," Chishima Rin said. "This type of spider has a high tolerance to venom; we'll use double the dose next time."
Hikaru Kobayashi smiled and said, "You can control it yourself. I trust your judgment."
Chishima Rin glanced at him but didn't say anything.
There was no gratitude or the satisfaction of being trusted in those eyes, only a cold scrutiny—she was assessing whether Kobayashi Hikaru's words were sincere or just polite.
But this was Kenichi Sato's most trusted deputy, and she wouldn't really test him.
At least not on the surface.
……
In the center of the battlefield, Kenichi Sato's figure resembled a pair of black scissors, cutting lives from among the spiders.
He did not use any teamwork or team up with anyone.
He was alone.
He held a knife in each hand, the long knife held upright and the short knife held backward. The two knives seemed to come alive in his hands, constantly drawing cold arcs in the air.
A blind spider lunged at you from the front, its eight legs spread wide, its mouthparts wide open, revealing layers upon layers of sharp teeth.
Instead of retreating, Kenichi Sato advanced, his body suddenly leaning forward.
The long knife slashed upwards, cutting open the spider's abdomen, and grayish-black fluid gushed onto the ground.
The dagger followed closely, piercing the spider's head from below, passing through its mouthparts, and going through the top of its head.
Two cuts.
A level 45 Eyeless Spider is dead.
His movements were extremely unpredictable—not the kind of powerful, sweeping style, but a kind of elusive movement that existed between reality and illusion.
His afterimage.
One second they were still in the same spot, and the next second they were already behind another spider three meters away.
The long sword slashed horizontally, severing the spider's four legs, causing the spider's body to tilt.
The dagger pierced the mouthpiece from behind, and when it was pulled out, it brought out a string of grayish-black liquid.
Two more cuts.
Hattori followed silently about ten meters behind him.
Almost no one noticed him.
It wasn't because he was invisible, but because he was so inconspicuous—short stature, plain black ninja attire with no distinguishing features, and even his aura was deliberately suppressed to the lowest level.
He was just a stone, a shadow, a wisp of air.
He held a short katana in his hand, the blade coated with a dark green poison that glowed eerily in the dim light of the dark place.
An eyeless spider that had slipped through the net rushed towards Kenichi Sato's back from the side.
Hattori moved halfway through.