Chapter 782: Ros's Demonic Web

The sudden upheaval also left Lei En and Kestajin utterly astonished.

Lei En was still worrying about Maluos appearing and striking; a Grand Mage's threat far exceeds that of ordinary Saint Rank strongmen, and even distant spell interference is extremely troublesome.

He never expected that Maluos would receive a lethal backstab the moment she appeared.

Even more shocking was that the one who backstabbed her was Daknalun.

Zhuoer elves are a matriarchal society with no concept of fathers; women hold absolute rule, while men are their playthings and tools, only marginally better than slaves.

Even so, Daknalun, as a Zhuoer Sword Saint, had long broken gender shackles and stood among Mosuobulai's highest ruling echelon. He is not only the Martial Arts Chief of Mosuobulai's combat tower, but also a member of the Storuoze family, having fathered several children with Maluos, Yizite being one of them.

With so many noble titles and ties, no one would doubt Daknalun's loyalty.

Yet he still betrayed at the crucial moment.

Banrimu was also stunned by the scene; she flashed to a distance and, incredulously, shouted, "Daknalun, have you gone mad?"

Daknalun's dark face remained cold and composed, showing no ripple, and he replied calmly, "I have waited for this day for a long time. All the oppression and torment placed upon me, and upon male Zhuoer, will be ended today."

As he spoke, he struck without mercy.

A Shadow Step appeared behind the gravely wounded Maluos, and his hand rose with the blade.

Maluos, losing too much blood, was dazed, unable even to raise a shield; the blade flash sliced, and her beautiful head flew off.

Having slain with his own hand the lover he had lived with for centuries, Daknalun's expression remained indifferent, as if it were a trivial act.

He pointed his blood‑stained curved blade at Banrimu, "You are next."

Then his figure vanished.

Banrimu grew wary, gritting her teeth, and shouted in anger, "Despicable men, truly unreliable."

"I should have sacrificed you to the Spider Queen long ago!"

"And those mixed‑blood offspring you bore, regardless of gender, each should be tortured to death, their corpses fed to the Spider-Transformed Elves guards..."

The vile God's Curse burst from Banrimu's mouth; she could not help being angry, nor could she help hating.

Daknalun's appearance here means Geluofu Grand Mage's fate is bleak, and perhaps Daknalun has allied with Kuilu and Yizite, already killing Geluofu.

Mosuobulai's status as the strongest city of dark elves stems from its four Saint Rank champions.

Now three have already been lost.

Geluofu's fate is unknown, Maluos was beheaded on the spot, Daknalun betrayed suddenly, leaving only her alone to face a siege of numerous powerful foes.

Even the surface elves continue slaughtering Zhuoer warriors.

Mosuobulai may well be doomed.

Banrimu has ruled this city for over a thousand years, savoring the exquisite taste of power and status, granting life and death at will; the entire populace kneels at her feet. Watching everything slip away, even her own life uncertain, she nearly went mad.

Amid the God's Curse, Daknalun had already closed in, his curved blade slashing toward her throat.

He is a th Level Zhuoer Sword Saint, the warrior second only to Banrimu in Mosuobulai, his speed only slightly slower. In terms of martial skill alone, he may be even more superior, having trained countless powerful Zhuoer warriors in the combat tower.

Banrimu had to cease the God's Curse and seriously meet Daknalun's attack.

She has already switched to a spider‑shaped dagger.

Eight spider legs extend downward, merging into a sharp blade tip that glints with crimson cold light. Wielding this dagger, the tip draws strands of hair‑thin red rays, like lines, slicing everything around with unparalleled sharpness.

Yet Daknalun was clearly prepared, fully aware of Banrimu's combat habits, seeing her weapon ill‑suited, and after a fierce onslaught seized the advantage.

The two Zhuoer Sword Saints moved like lightning, appearing everywhere, sometimes entering shadow planes, other times slipping out of void, a dazzling spectacle.

A clatter of tinkling metal rang from all directions.

Following the sound, he turned his head, only to see a wisp of humanoid shadow dissolve, the combatants' forms hard to discern.

Lei En and Kestajin exchanged a glance and, tacitly, retreated a bit.

Mirror Image also withdrew from the battlefield, returning beside them.

He still does not know Daknalun's stance—whether the betrayal was to resist female Zhuoer rule or tied to Kuilu and Yizite—and cannot intervene earnestly before clarifying.

He glanced at the Holy Spear Knight Corps' front, where Spider-Transformed Elves had entered range, engaged in fierce combat.

These legendary beasts can turn into black mist; ordinary Soul Gun Bullets cannot harm them. Their speed is extreme, evading Rocket Launchers and Explosive Shells, rapidly closing on the Holy Spear Knight Corps. If not stopped, casualties are likely.

Lei En thought quickly, and five Mirror Images teleported over, joining the fight.

Two squads of Extreme Warriors also sprinted in from outside the city, firing at the Spider-Transformed Elves from afar. Instantly, over twenty of the elves suffered roughly half casualties, greatly reducing the threat.

Lei En relaxed, turning his gaze to the ground.

Beside Maluos's headless corpse, Yizite's figure emerged, glancing at the body a few times before looking up at his father fighting in the battle.

His expression was very complex, eyes holding both pain and a hint of sorrow.

Lei En let out a muted sigh.

A biological father killing his biological mother— even if she was emotionless or ever‑hated— creates such an ethical tragedy that anyone would find it hard to calmly accept, even for a moment.

"Yizite," Lei En called out.

A Demonic Hunter's silhouette flashed before him, forcing a bitter smile at Lei En, and said, "Lei En, you finally arrived. I thought it was just a routine rescue, but you caused such a commotion; Mosuobulai is on the brink of collapse."

"I didn't want to, but this is the simplest solution," Lei En shook his head, "Where is Ms. Kuilu?"

"She is in the city gathering Ilyas's followers; most have arrived and are merging with your legion. Some Zhuoer are farther away; she is using magic to transfer them quickly and will finish soon," Yizite concluded his brief report.

Lei En nodded in understanding, then asked, "What's the deal with Daknalun?"

"Martial Arts Chief..."

Yizite fell silent for a few seconds, "He has long been plotting to overthrow Maluos's rule, to rescue the oppressed men of the family, to change this twisted Zhuoer system and achieve gender equality, but it's too difficult..."

"That's almost impossible," Lei En judged.

The problem of Zhuoer society lies not within Zhuoer itself but outside; the root of all this is that evil, powerful deity.

Spider Queen Ros's nature is twisted, cruel and capricious; its core doctrine holds that fear is a tool stronger than steel, while compassion and respect are weak and useless. Over millennia, it has reshaped dark elves into a band of evil, selfish beings.

If Ros cannot be eliminated and the faith not changed, the dark elves are beyond cure.

"Yes."

Yizite's face was heavy as he agreed with Lei En's view, "In fact, the Martial Arts Chief also knows the real problem of the Zhuo'ers society, but he is only a mortal, unable to confront the gods, and can only help as many Zhuo'ers as possible within his own limits."

"Is this why you fell out with him?" Lei En keenly sensed his mood.

Yizite nodded, "He refuses to flee Mosuobulai, calling it a cowardly act of abandoning his people, and he does not accept Ilyas's doctrine, feeling that Ilyas is too…"

He did not utter the word "weak."

Lei En heard it nonetheless.

Instantly, he felt a solemn respect for Daknalun. To endure centuries of humiliation, to live in a tiger's den surrounded by evil, yet keep his original heart, firm belief, even daring to look down on the gods, and finally seize the perfect opportunity—how powerful a will must that require?

Knowing the deed is impossible, that a slight slip would plunge one into an irretrievable Abyss, yet still pressing on—how tenacious a spirit is that?

A true hero is no different.

Yet this hero seems a bit too stubborn. Only magic can defeat magic, only gods can oppose gods. Daknalun's rebellious spirit is commendable, but his single‑mindedness makes it impossible to achieve greatness, and he will not meet a good end.

Lei En shook his head, "What about Grand Mage Geluofu?"

"He was ambushed by the Martial Arts Chief, suffered serious injuries but did not die, and has already escaped," Yizite said with regret, glancing again at Maluos's matriarch. She, also ambushed, died on the spot—that's the gap in strength.

Lei En furrowed his brows, displeased, "None of you three managed to keep him?"

Geluofu is a twenty‑sixth‑level Grand Mage; letting him escape would bring endless trouble.

Daknalun and Yizite are one thing, but Kuilu, as a Grand Mage, was so careless—it truly disgraces the title of Dual Divine Chosen.

Yizite felt deeply ashamed, "Geluofu possessed a Legend Grade magical badge that activates when injured, teleporting him to a preset location, even a spatial seal cannot stop it. We only learned this after he fled."

"Enough, that's not your responsibility," Lei En said, not pursuing the matter further.

Kestajin, standing nearby, pointed at the two Zhuo'er Sword Saints locked in battle and asked in a low voice, "He seems to be reaching his limit; should we help him?"

Banrimu, a dual practitioner of demonic and martial arts, is overall stronger.

In combat she used Divine Technique to suppress Daknalun; the spider dagger pierced several blood‑filled holes in his body, reaching deep organs that could not heal, and his blood turned black—clearly the dagger was laced with potent poison.

Yizite, seeing his father wounded, showed a look of anxiety.

Lei En no longer hesitated, "We'll go."

Ordinary people can't discern the speed of Banrimu and Daknalun's clash, but for Lei En and his two companions it was easy; as soon as they moved, Daknalun rushed toward them. The three spread out in perfect sync, forming an encirclement.

Banrimu was forced to abandon the pursuit of Daknalun, yet she was unafraid of the enemy's encirclement.

When speed reaches a certain level, a swarm of foes is not much different from a single foe; with speed, a one‑on‑one situation is easily created.

Among the four opponents, the only one she feared was Lei En.

In a shadow‑step, Banrimu broke free of the circle, appearing behind Kestajin and thrusting her dagger into his heart. Kestajin's heart skipped a beat; fortunately he was accustomed to fighting on the ground, so he neither turned nor dodged, and instead slammed the Mountain Fury War Hammer hard onto the ground.

Earth Shaking Strike!

Within a hundred‑meter radius the ground violently trembled, a shockwave several meters high radiated outward, striking Banrimu and causing her speed to stall.

Kestajin seized the chance to activate Electric Flash Teleport, turning into a bolt of lightning to create distance.

Yet, barely having fled, he felt Banrimu closing in; she ran faster than lightning, appearing behind him in the blink of an eye.

He swung his massive axe with a Reverse Slash, but it was easily evaded.

The spider dagger instantly pierced the already tattered Storm Rune Armor, and the Rock Skin formed by Earth Power was pierced by the blade's tip.

At the very last moment, Yizite arrived.

He transformed into a towering Flame Demon, his head sprouting curved ram's horns, his feet becoming hooves, a pair of huge bat wings spreading behind him, his body engulfed in Hellfire. With a booming roar, he leapt from the flames, brandishing a war blade that slashed at Banrimu's waist, intending to cleave her in half.

"Get out of my way!"

Banrimu, turning at an impossible speed, struck back; a lightweight dagger less than half a meter long erupted with heavy force, colliding with the massive war blade.

Clang!

The more than five‑meter‑tall Flame Demon was knocked airborne.

While flying backward, Banrimu suddenly appeared behind the Flame Demon; the spider dagger pierced the fire, sinking into his torso. The Flame Demon's back, as wide as a wall, was instantly riddled with dozens of spider‑web‑like scars. Yizite let out a painful roar.

Daknalun, having caught his breath, ignored his own wounds to rescue Yizite, turned and slashed with a curved blade, but missed the target.

"You're in a hurry?"

Banrimu's delighted voice rang out.

She seemed to have already anticipated Daknalun's move; because she cared for Yizite's safety, her technique deformed. Daknalun's mind faltered, and he was beguiled by the Divine Technique in Banrimu's voice, falling into a nightmarish Spirit Illusion, standing frozen on the spot.

"Hahaha…"

Banrimu let out a maniacal laugh, swung the Snake-Head Whip to coil around Daknalun's neck; a single pull could snap his head off.

Suddenly a curved sword aura flashed by, severing the Snake-Head Whip.

With only half a whip left, Banrimu spared Daknalun. Then she saw Lei En appear nearby, wielding the Soul‑Eating Blade and swinging a Soul‑Eating Slash at herself.

"Ah!"

"You all must die!"

She screamed in fury, allowing the Soul‑Eating Slash to strike herself.

A terrifying phantom of a magic spider descended, merging with her head, causing her eyes to blood‑shot, her beautiful face to warp, veins crawling up her cheeks like earthworms, and her body erupted with massive black spider silk, surging outward like a tide.

In an instant, the spider silk engulfed Lei En and his three companions.

Tens of thousands of strands intertwined into a gigantic net, not only binding Lei En's group, immobilizing them, but also suppressing their casting abilities like an anti‑magic field. The silk tightly wrapped the prey within, carrying Fear Technique and Spirit Illusion, infiltrating souls, rendering consciousness chaotic and resistant.

Nine Ring Divine Technique—Ros's Magic Net!

This is the most powerful Divine Technique granted by Spider Queen Ros to Banrimu, usable only once per day and at a great cost.

At last, Banrimu found the chance to unleash it, trapping all four enemies.

Kestajin, Yizite, and Daknalun fell silent, each battling soul attacks while struggling; within the spider‑silk net, even great strength could not be expressed, as if sinking in quicksand—the harder they struggled, the tighter the silk bound.

Yizite's Flame Demon fire burned with little effect, and he fell into despair, sinking into an illusion.

Only Lei En's Willpower remained completely unperturbed.

He instantly thought of a solution, expanding his body to eighteen meters tall, breaking through the spider‑silk bindings, gaining a brief respite, then swiftly swapping the Soul‑Eating Blade for a massive golden‑metal spear surrounded by countless bolts of lightning, aiming at Banrimu hidden behind the dense spider silk.

Just then, a silver fireball shot in from the distance.

The fireball fell into the spider‑silk demon net, like a flame dropping into a gasoline barrel; Boom— the spider silk ignited and spread instantly. In half a breath, all the spider silk burned cleanly, exposing Banrimu.

Banrimu, who was in the midst of casting Divine Technique to kill Lei En and his three companions, was caught off guard; the Divine Technique Backlash made her Blood Vomiting.

"Silver Fire!"

Amid Banrimu's scream, Lei En, transformed into a Titan Giant, let out a roar and hurled the Thunder God's Spear from his hand.

(End of Chapter)