Khvicha, the Planetary Governor of Tibilisi, stared at the surveillance screen.
"Who can tell me what exactly happened?"
"The guard captain led the way, and the guards rebelled."
"A woman broke through layer after layer of defenses without firing a single shot. What am I keeping you people for?"
Under Lord Khvicha's icy gaze, the guard captain could only step forward.
"Governor, she—she is no ordinary woman."
"I sent people to examine the bodies. Many of the guards did not die from weapons, but from some strange disease."
"They contracted serious illnesses in a very short time, which worsened into sudden death within two or three minutes. It is highly unusual, far beyond the normal progression of disease."
"A disease?" Khvicha frowned, then said coldly.
"Gas masks."
"Do I need to remind you how to deal with this?"
"I have already ordered gas masks distributed," the guard captain said hurriedly.
"Four squads of elite guards have established a defensive line in the passage between the top floor and the second floor."
"They will definitely stop the intruder. She will not threaten you."
As he spoke, the surveillance feed shifted to a passage paved with marble tiles.
Seeing the strange woman enter the passage without his subordinates collapsing, the guard captain breathed a sigh of relief.
Then his eyes suddenly twitched. The woman raised her pale, delicate hands, and strands of Spider Silk shot forth.
More than a dozen strands of Spider Silk wrapped around the front-row guards. With a flick of her wrists, she bound them tightly.
Dozens more strands of Spider Silk spread like venomous snakes, plucking at different parts of the guards' bodies in the rear.
The guards' heartbeats accelerated. Their bodies went weak and numb, their orderly formation descending into chaos as their beams scattered everywhere.
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