Chapter 888: Early Preparation

After reminding Bruto, Lancelo raised his arm and his fingertips lit up with green light. He gently tapped the handle of the trident and shouted, "
Escape!"
The talismans attached to the trident lit up one by one, and in the next second, the soil beneath everyone's feet parted like waves, as they began to descend freely. The young dwarf screamed in fear and clung to Lancelo's legs, while the elven priest and human scholar regained their composure after initially being flustered. They each held onto one of Lancelo's arms, while he tightly gripped his trident, his eyes fixed on the abyss below.
Under the influence of gravity, just a few moments later, their speed had become as fast as an arrow, swiftly crossing through multiple caves and tunnels. Suddenly, Lance's lips moved slightly, and his voice directly echoed in Karalin's ears:
"Right now!"
The scholar, holding the feather required for the spell, was already prepared. Upon hearing Lance's command, he quickly recited a short incantation and then extended his hand. In an instant, the feather transformed into countless tiny blue dots of light, and the descent speed of everyone came to an abrupt halt, as if they had landed in water.
After a few more heartbeats, everyone's feet suddenly cleared out, and a massive cave appeared before them.
The structure of this cave resembled an upside-down funnel, with the top being the pointed part they had just passed through, and the ground below was made of solidified black rock formed from lava. In the center of that blackness, there was a terrifyingly huge spider crouching: its body was as big as that of a mammoth, with a black and red integument covered in grim spikes. Its bloated abdomen, resembling a cart filled with dry hay, protruded from its rear, while its extended spider legs were each about thirty feet long.
What is disturbing is that the legs of this creature are not the straight, segmented legs of a normal spider, but rather tentacles resembling those of an octopus. Around it, there are numerous white spider eggs the size of watermelons. When the twisted spider legs sweep over those eggs, the suction cups on the tentacles open up like mouths, sucking in just-hatched, purple spiderlings. But apart from some squeezed out black blood, no residues are expelled.
Lancelot was pleased to discover that his aim was quite accurate, and the group didn't directly fall onto the monster's body.
On the edge of the cave, there were numerous spider webs, resembling a white dense forest. Dozens of demon-hunting spiders were hanging on the surface of the forest, and there must be even more in the depths. Within this dense forest of spider webs, there were also many cocoon-like structures wrapped in layers of silk, resembling the fruits of some kind of plant. It was difficult to determine from the outside which cocoon contained their kidnapped companions, but thanks to his special connection with Xiao Yinsha, Lancelot immediately identified the target.
"There!" he pointed to a cocoon in a corner of the wall. "Xiao Yinsha is inside that cocoon, let's rescue her first!"
Despite the use of Karalin's magic, the descent speed of the group was still fast. By the time Lancelot finished speaking, they had already landed on the ground. Unfortunately, the Featherfall spell couldn't allow the recipients to move in mid-air, so they ended up crushing many spider eggs during their descent: some filled with sticky yellow-green fluid, while others contained incomplete demon spider embryos - either way, these would be experiences they wouldn't want to recall in the future.
The mothers were obviously startled by the sudden collapse of the ceiling, but quickly recovered. As soon as everyone landed, several hunting spider rushed out of the spider web, their two sharp forelimbs raised high, resembling heavily armored cavalry charging at full speed.
Lancelot only glanced in that direction before averting his gaze. His intuition unmistakably told him that there was a deadly threat lurking in the cave, and he had to trust his companions at this moment. The reaction of the Hunt Spider leader seemed to be slightly delayed, as it did not launch an attack immediately. However, Lancelot keenly noticed that there were peculiar refractions of light around the opponent's body, indicating the gathering of some kind of special magical energy.
Truth be told, spellcasters are the type that Lancelot is least skilled at dealing with, as combat is a skill that heavily relies on experience, while magic excels at subverting all experiential knowledge. Fortunately, Lancelot is not unprepared for this – the soul-searched Huntress Spider provided him with a wealth of information, allowing him to know in advance what kind of tricks his opponents have up their sleeves and prepare accordingly.
He aimed the trident at the enemies who were nearly a hundred feet away. The true essence within his body surged into the weapon like an erupting volcano, and he shouted out loudly:
"Go!"
A black beam of light shot out from the tip of the trident, like a fired bullet, instantly hitting the leader's body. However, it did not penetrate the sturdy armor; instead, it collided with it, creating a black mist. This did not surprise Lance at all, because the black light was not an immensely powerful energy flow, but rather the Styx River water stored within the trident.
Apart from its color, this black liquid is no different from regular water. After being purified by magic, it can even be directly consumed. However, the untreated water from the River Styx possesses one of the most dangerous properties in the multiverse: it acts like ink spilled on a book, erasing the memories of anyone it touches. It starts with the most recent memories, then moves onto slightly earlier ones, and continues this way until it reaches the moment of your birth.
However, complete amnesia requires soaking for a full 24 hours. Brief contact only results in losing a few seconds of memory, like momentarily zoning out. Obviously, this effect is not fatal, but it is catastrophic for ongoing spellcasting.
The monster's slightly raised tentacles remained suspended in mid-air, as if forgetting what to do next, and the magic energy that was about to materialize also dissipated after a brief pause, no longer posing a threat.
Lanslow maintained the posture of holding up the trident, letting the black liquid continuously shoot onto the target's body. He could hold on for a long time since the trident contained a whole lake of Styx River water. Meanwhile, his companions were busy dealing with the smaller demon spiders.
"Mordin!
！”
Accompanied by a roaring shout, Bruto activated the power of the Titan blood within him. His body instantly doubled in size, towering three heads taller than Lancelot. And the equipment he had imbued with runic magic also grew in size along with him. By the standards of a dwarf berserker, Bruto's armor was adorned with blades, saws, and spikes, making him just as formidable and terrifying as a demon spider."
After completing the transformation, the young dwarf immediately launched his magical war hammer and charged towards another enemy with his shield raised.
After countless practice and actual battles, Bruto's throwing skills had become impeccable. With the support of Titan's blood, the power was even more astonishing. Even Lance, whose physical strength was like steel, didn't dare to take the blow head-on, let alone these demonized spiders. The war hammer slammed onto one of the spider's faces like a storm, accompanied by a crackling sound similar to crushing a peanut shell. The spider's head exploded into countless fragments - after all, they were just demonized spiders, not demonized crabs.