Chapter 494 The Hunt Begins (Part 2)

"Spider... Spider?!"

In the midst of the tension that made it difficult to breathe, she turned pale and looked away with difficulty, turning to look at her plate.

Sure enough, several huge black spiders were lying on it, one of which raised its body towards her, with a pair of chelicerae raised high, as if to demonstrate to her.

As an S-level extraordinary person, she should have found the actions of ordinary spiders funny or interesting, but her heart was hijacked by panic and fear at the moment, and she could not regard this scene as normal.

There was no time to think about why her extraordinary spiritual intuition did not play its due role, and she did not notice the inexplicable disappearance of Saint Luan and others.

She stood up suddenly and planned to leave the restaurant.

But the next moment, she felt a sudden cold and greasy feeling on her forehead, and she stopped instantly.

She touched it with a trembling hand and placed it in front of her eyes, only to find that it was a drop of black viscous liquid.

Tick, tick...

More and more black viscous liquid dripped from above, and she inevitably got a lot of it on her body.

It was also at this time that more and more ordinary spider webs began to cover the corners;

The places on her body that were stained with black viscous liquid turned from cold to hot, followed by severe pain, and began to corrode her flesh and blood.

She then slowly realized that the liquid was a highly corrosive venom.

How could this be a church?

It was clearly a highly toxic hell!

He...He is coming!

It must be Him!

Why didn't the magic circle barrier successfully block it?

Where are Mike and the others?

She suppressed the fear in her heart and the severe pain in her body, and let her spiritual power turn into pure and sacred light that spread from the inside out.

-Although she lost the "Glorious Charm", her extraordinary ability as a Glorious Blessed One was preserved.

This slowed down the speed of the venom corrosion slightly, but it was only a slowdown. Her life breath was still declining, and she had to take more measures to save herself as soon as possible.

So, she lit a cluster of sacred flames again, burning the spider webs to ensure that she would not be entangled in them, while identifying the direction and running out of the dark window.

The instinct of survival urged her to leave this hellhole immediately.

However, she was shocked to find that no matter how she ran and confirmed that she was moving, she could not reach the door.

The white cloth dining table was retreating, and the door of the restaurant was right in front of her, getting bigger and bigger, but she could not leave.

How could this happen?

Catherine turned to the window unwillingly and used her mental power to push the door open. The boundless darkness immediately penetrated from the window.

The window seemed to be an endless dark space, and terrifying shadows flashed from time to time, which made Catherine, who wanted to escape desperately, hesitate.

Her intuition told her that there was something more terrifying than the poison in the room in the darkness outside the window.

The idea of ​​climbing over the window disappeared.

Seeing the darkness outside climb up the windowsill like a substance, enter the room, and crawl towards her.

She turned around without thinking and ran to the back door as hard as she could, while panicking and calling blankly with a trembling voice.

"Bishop Saint-Louan! Mike! Where are you?"

No response.

There was only the ticking sound...

And the increasing pain from the places where the venom was attached.

Her neat leather clothes were corroded and riddled with holes, but what was exposed was not her fair skin, but her dark rotten flesh...

With a click.

Suddenly,

she grabbed the door handle, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and she was filled with joy and could not wait to push the door open and step in.

What came into view was a scene that made her even more desperate.

There were countless similar rooms here, dimly lit, full of depression and uneasiness. Although the space was large, the low ceiling made people breathless, and there were protruding corners, and it seemed that there was an unknown danger hidden behind them.

More importantly, there was no exit.

Just as Catherine was stunned, the thick darkness pressed against her back;

As the cold and deep touch spread, a number of filthy and non-human black arms stretched out, some of which were placed on her shoulders, some pinched her neck, and some grabbed her limbs.

Slowly, dragged backwards.

Not long after, half of the body of this glorious follower had sunk into the darkness.

Catherine, who realized that death was approaching, saw a dark scene in front of her eyes, and the ticking sound disappeared.

She lost all her perception, as if she had walked into an endless night,

which caused the fear in her heart to explode instantly, and was continuously detonated, one layer after another, exploding without limit and end.

In unprecedented fear,

her body trembled wildly, her soul continued to curl up, and her heart contracted to the extreme, like a steam boiler with an unknown pressure exceeding the limit, which could explode at any time and anywhere, but could not evacuate any energy inside.

If it were an ordinary person, or a transcendent with low spirituality, they would definitely have fainted from fear at this time.

But Catherine was an S-class extraordinary person after all, and she had not yet gone into shock, so she could only endure this fear.

Because in this extreme fear, her brain had no thoughts, including shutting down her consciousness to avoid unknown dangers.

"God...save me..."

In this moment of despair, she murmured unconsciously.

As if fate had heard her prayer, the darkness in front of her eyes suddenly began to recede, and her senses quickly returned. She felt a warm and strong hand grabbing her arm.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Catherine, whose vision had recovered, looked at the speaker. It was an undoubtedly handsome man wearing a windbreaker with a shawl.

Next to the handsome man stood the tall and slightly fat Bishop St. Luan in red, and four white-robed bishops of the Statue of Liberty Church.

"Mr. Dis... you are finally here... I almost, almost..."

Catherine looked at the handsome man, holding his hand tightly, her eyes filled with tears of surviving the disaster, and her voice trembled.

She finally survived the rescue of the leader of the "New World" and found Bishop St. Luan.

With these two human strongmen who surpassed the S-level at the same time, her hope of survival would be much greater.

But what about the others?

Catherine subconsciously glanced around and found that she and others were no longer in the church, but came to an abandoned town with no people.

On the surrounding soil, three horrible corpses were exposed...

One was corroded by the venom and could not be seen clearly, emitting a pungent smell;

Another one could no longer be called a corpse, but a broken corpse, because it was cut into hundreds of pieces, the cut surface was smooth and flat, and snow-white spider silk could be seen on the edges;

The last one was a dried corpse with blood and spiritual power drained, and despair and pain could be vaguely seen on his face, but even so, there were still dozens of palm-sized black spiders biting his body, leaving dense wounds...

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