The Golden Scorpion Monarch waved his two massive pincers in satisfaction. "Good, we'll do our best to kill the God of War! But before that, I'm going to find those black-skinned brats and those white-skinned little devils from the Western Continent. I have to kill every last one of them! They're all believers of the Ashir Clan. The more I kill, the better!"
With a cold snort, the Golden Scorpion Monarch's body swayed, and he transformed into a burly man over two meters tall, clad from head to toe in thick golden-blue armor that had grown directly from his flesh. His face was stiff as a statue. He swung the two great cleavers in his hands, affectionately rubbed them against one of the Spider Mother's exposed giant fangs, then turned and left the underground cavern.
"He's gone off to bully people!" The Spider Enchantress happily jiggled her ample breasts. "I'll go have some fun too. A bunch of white-skinned little devils, a bunch of foolish creatures who betrayed their own bloodline—I don't feel the slightest mental burden over killing them. Crack, crush one; crunch, stomp another to bits. Who knows how much fun that'll be?"
The Spider Enchantress's body turned into a streak of crimson light and was about to fade away when the Spider Mother suddenly called out in a deep voice, "Xielisi, remember who we are. We once were the pets of those lords. Even if these foolish people have betrayed their own bloodline, do not slaughter too excessively. If they turn back from the wrong path, spare them!"
The faint light the Spider Enchantress had become paused slightly in midair. "Pets? Spire, how many years ago was that? I've nearly forgotten all about it. But even so, we have already paid a sufficient price, haven't we? If