Tim, or rather the being currently attached to Tim, had a mixture of excitement and pity in his eyes—two emotions that are difficult to mix together, but which were now perfectly blended.
He reached out and gently touched it, and the highly viscous spider web suspended in mid-air began to rapidly collapse, as if it had undergone hundreds of years of wind and sun in an instant.
"This kind of thing is useless against me. You can't defeat me with something inanimate."
The young knight strode forward, stepping on the now-dusted spiderweb, and looked at Margaret face was filled with worry, and said:
"If this is all you've got, then my trip today has been for nothing."
Having calmed down from her initial panic, Margaret had regained her composure.
She stared at the enemy before her, their numerous eyes covering half their face, unblinking, and uttered a single word:
"Arrogant!"
The black robe that covered her body instantly shattered into pieces, revealing Margaret's true body to the knight.
Her upper body is seven or eight parts similar to a human's, the biggest difference being the eight eyes on her face.
As for his lower body... this Duke of Adelaide Lineage has completely lost his human lower body, replaced by a rather obese spider-like body.
Eight powerful, hairy spider legs are neatly arranged on both sides of the body, their muscles taut, ready to launch a projectile at any moment.
At the end of its enlarged abdomen, where the glands that produce spider silk are located, a semi-transparent liquid is dripping down.
As for the human lower body that players first saw, it was a completely empty shell, merely an ornament hanging at the front of the spider's body.
At this moment, as Margaret's true appearance was revealed, the fake human lower body, along with the black robe, was thrown away and disappeared without a trace.
"If you were to Descent your true form, I might actually be a little afraid of you."
"But with this Low Tier body, I don't know what you have to offer to defeat me!"
Margaret's hands began to transform towards the insect's legs, and her eight eyes flashed with a blood-red light, one of which was exceptionally bright:
" Mortal Enmity!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the young knight seemed to be locked onto by a gaze from the void.
It was a very mysterious feeling; he couldn't find the source of that chilling gaze, whether in the real world, through Psionic Energy vision, or at the level of mental consciousness.
But that gaze is there, like being targeted by a large predator in the forest; if you relax your guard, you could be attacked from any direction.
That's not a feeling that can be ignored; after all, a predator can make many mistakes, but a prey can only make one.
Even though the original body could almost ignore these effects, the one that had forcibly Descent into Tim's body still felt a pang of fear.
Along with that gaze came a decline in all abilities. If Tim had the players' status panels, he would have found his status bar filled with debuffs, and the stacks and effect levels were rising at a rapid pace.
As her powerful abilities were activated, one of Margaret's overly bright eyes on the bottom right side of her face burst open with a "pop," and the blood of some unknown creature flowed down her cheek like a stream of blood tears.
Margaret seemed somewhat surprised by the result, and looked at the knight before her with admiration:
"A temporary body can actually reach High Tier? Then let's try this!"
Her other eye flashed with an eerie light again, and Tim's unease intensified.
" The Whole World Is an Enemy!"
Margaret's second eye exploded.
At the same time, the hundreds and thousands of Blood Corpse that had been watching the battle all turned their gazes toward the young knight.
Their eyes were practically overflowing with hatred.
"You just said you like hand-to-hand combat, right?"
A smile played on Margaret's lips as she licked away the two lines of bloody tears by circling her mouth with her deep red tongue.
"Aww!"
As the first Blood Corpse zombie charged toward Tim, a multitude of Blood Corpse began to charge toward the lone knight, including several counts and marquises.
They sprinted faster and faster, and their bodies began to swell, as if filled with some unknown energy.
In their eyes, Tim was as tempting as delicious food; it seemed that simply sprinting toward his position would bring satisfaction and reward.
This is the unique ability that Margaret possesses as Adelaide Lineage, derived from her core abilities.
Every vampire noble who is not a Grand Duke will gain a derivative ability from the lineage, and the strength of the ability often depends on luck and the level of training.
As for Margaret, she was very fond of this ability, which had been a great help when she stormed Klaf City.
Despite the endless horde of Blood Corpse charging toward him, the young knight remained completely calm.
A steady stream of Psionic Energy flowed into the seemingly ordinary knight's sword in his hand. As the entire blade emitted a pale golden light, Tim held the sword in one hand, his thumb and forefinger pointing to the tip, and then gently bent it—
"Crack!"
The sword, which had been shimmering with a pale light, suddenly burst into a blaze of light, and cracks appeared on its surface, each crack radiating a blinding light like the sun.
Tim continued to exert force, and with a clear cracking sound, the knight's sword in his hand shattered completely into hundreds of fingernail-sized fragments.
However, these fragments of the sword did not scatter; instead, they maintained a shape similar to a knight's sword, moving within a relatively small area.
If this state can be maintained for a long time, then this sword will become another divine weapon in this world, attracting many powerful people to fight for it.
But how easy is it to solidify such a powerful force?
A single momentary lapse in control can unleash a surge of Psionic Energy that bursts forth, instantly destroying everything in its vicinity.
However, Tim, or rather the one currently Descent in his body, would not make mistakes in such trivial matters.
This longsword, which looked like a divine miracle, was held in his hand like a toy. With just a slight flick to the side, hundreds of metal fragments began to squeeze and rub against each other, producing a series of metallic clanging sounds.
However, after each friction, the two fragments of the sword would establish a stable connection and begin to spread this connection to the surrounding area.
The sword, gleaming with golden light, resembled a long whip, stretching its body and growing longer until it reached a length of over ten meters, while its width was only the size of a fragment.
Facing the Blood Corpse crashing towards him like a landslide and a tsunami, Tim leaped into the air and brandished his longsword...