"Dark Mage, who gave you the audacity to covet the bloodline of the great Mitrola Clan?"
The chilling voice that came from Spider Mom's mouth was like a cold current blowing through an Arctic glacier, enough to freeze one's soul.
A surge of murderous intent swept over him, making Frodo's hair stand on end, as if the whole world was against him.
He knew that this was a crushing defeat caused by the vast difference in willpower between the two sides. His own spirit and soul had been completely overwhelmed, and his cognition had been distorted to some extent, resulting in a perceptual deviation.
Frodo wanted to speak, but he couldn't move.
The Spider Mom seemed unwilling to waste any more words. Several crystal-colored threads, like works of art, emerged from the space and pierced directly into Frodo's head and chest.
But at that moment, Frodo's body glowed with a ghostly light, condensing into a huge figure wearing a tattered cloak and holding a scythe.
It was as if God of Death had descended.
The moment the figure appeared, a scythe swung. Though the movement was slow, it struck first, severing the crystal spider silk, strong enough to cut a meteorite, with a crisp, metallic sound.
"Lord of the Free City?" Spider Mom narrowed her eyes slightly, but remained unmoved, shooting out even more spider silk.
"Index, that's enough, give me some face!" the Lord of the Free City roared, his voice like the God of Death descending.
As he spoke, he swung his scythe again, cutting all the spider silk that the Spider Mom had shot out.
At the same time, the Lord of the Free City gently waved his hand, helping Frodo to relieve the pressure of the Air-Stasis Corridor.
"Hurry!" said the Lord of the Free City, who knew that Frodo possessed a scroll for teleportation.
Because this thing was originally a reward given to Frodo by the Lord of the Free City for a certain matter.
Frodo nodded quickly, said nothing more, and hurriedly took out a silver-white scroll. He poured his magic into it, and the scroll turned into silver light, covering his body before merging into space and disappearing.
At this point, Frodo no longer cared about his apprentice Wight; no matter how much he valued this disciple, it was not as important as his own life.
The Spider Mom simply watched quietly from beginning to end, seemingly without making any move.
The Lord of the Free City, hidden beneath her cloak, were deep and unfathomable. Index wasn't known for her good temper; her reaction...
Soon, the leader of the dark Mage on Planet Pandora received his answer.
A flash of silver light appeared in mid-air, Gate of Space opened. Frodo, beaming with joy at escaping death, stepped out of the silver-white portal.
This guy actually teleported right in front of Spider Mom.
"Um?!!!"
When Frodo saw the ferocious beast before him, he was devastated.
His scroll is clearly set in the City of Freedom, so how could it be stuck in the same place?
No, it's not exactly standing still; it's like deliberately walking into the lion's den.
"Run, why aren't you running anymore?" Gustavo, who had somehow appeared beside Spider Mom, teased mischievously.
Frodo remained silent. Now, he could only place his hopes on the Lord of the Free City, hoping that the Demigod Dragon-Hunting Spider would give the lord some face.
"I never imagined your spatial science skills had reached such a level. Everyone underestimated you, Index." The Lord of the Free City looked deeply at Spider Mom and sighed.
"Everyone improves, doesn't they?" Spider Mom laughed.
"Tell me, what conditions will it take to spare Frodo?"
"I'm very curious, why would the cold-blooded and ruthless Lord of the Free City, the Soul Star Pillar of the Ashes Organization, care about a Legendary life form? What secrets does he hold?" Spider Mom held Frodo in her claws and shook him, her eyes fixed on the Lord of the Free City.
The latter didn't answer the question, but changed the subject, saying, "Index, although you're not a core member of Ashes, you enjoy the treatment of a Star Pillar- level member. The organization treats you so well, yet you're planning to kill an Elder-level member. Is that really a good idea?"
"Hmph!" Spider Mom sneered.
"Don't give me any organization nonsense. All I know is that anyone who tries to harm my children or covets the Mitrola Clan bloodline is my enemy!"
"And don't forget, he's not just my son, he's also of Sylvain's blood!"
"Guess what Sylvain I tell him about this?"
The name Sylvain seemed to possess a unique Magic Power, instantly silencing the Lord of the Free City.
The Lord of the Free City was not afraid of Spider Mom Index, whose strength was not as great as his; among Demigod, there were strong and weak.
But... Sylvain...
The mere thought of that name by the Lord of the Free City felt like a knife piercing his back.
After giving Spider Mom and Frodo a long look, the Lord of the Free City grabbed Wight and prepared to leave.
However, at this moment, Spider Mom spoke again, "I'm planning to have Gustavo join the Ashes. Can you get him some identification? Legendary- level treatment shouldn't be difficult, right?"
"..."
Even the Lord of the Free City was speechless. You take the resources and do nothing, fine, but you want to put your son in? Do you think the Ashes Organization is your personal property?
"Ahem, Sylvain..." Spider Mom coughed lightly.
Upon hearing the name again, the Lord of the Free City could only nod helplessly, then stepped into the space and disappeared.
Spider Mom didn't care at all about him taking Wight away; he was just a High-Rank Transcendent Lifeform, and she could let her second son handle it himself.
"Now, it's time to deal with you!" Spider Mom's gaze fell, Frodo's body trembled, and then he involuntarily raised his head.
Look at me...
The ethereal, dreamlike voice echoed in his ears, Frodo's eyes became unfocused as he stared directly into the Spider Mom's pupils.
Threads of barely perceptible silk flew from Spider Mom's pupils, disappearing into the eyes of this Legendary dark Mage, extracting some information.
About half a minute later, a thoughtful look appeared in Spider Mom's eyes. "The Soul Secret Land? No wonder that cold-blooded Lord of the Free City would protect you."
"The Soul Secret Land?" Gustavo's heart stirred, and he looked at Spider Mom expectantly.
He knew all too well what Soul Secret Land was; it was a treasure trove similar to an elemental space.
It is home to a large number of soul-type creatures. Races like the Dark Nightmare Beast, which are rarely seen in the outside world, are not exactly common in the Soul Secret Land, but they are not scarce either.
If Gustavo can make the trip, there's a high chance he can successfully synthesize one of his previously envisioned soul talents.
"What? You're interested?" Spider Mom glanced at her second son.
"Yes, yes!" Gustavo nodded vigorously, the expectation in his eyes making it difficult for Spider Mom to refuse, after all, this was her most beloved offspring.
"Alright, alright, I'll let the Lord of the Free City know. Once he opens the Soul Secret Land, I'll take you along," Spider Mom shook her head helplessly and promised.
Upon hearing this, Gustavo was overjoyed and launched into a barrage of flattery.
Faced with such flattery, Spider Mom chuckled, curled up her bladed legs, and tapped Gustavo's head with her relatively softer part, "You, how did such a cunning little devil emerge from the Dragon-Hunting Spider Clan?"