The Lurker waited until the weaklings were gone…well they were all weaklings but the ones that had just left were more like ants and the 5 that remained, they were snacks. They wouldn't be enough to satiate its hunger but they were more like a appetizers.
The real meal was that boy…the one who killed the Dire wolf three nights ago.
The Lurker's bloodlust exploded with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of all the evolvers who remained.
Just thinking about devouring him made it salivate. Its twin mandibles twitching against each other. They sounded as though someone was clicking two sickles together. The sound sending shivers down the Throne's spine.
Thick drops of poison foamed from its mandibles and falling to the ground in heavy doses.
Tssssss!
The ground sizzled upon contact with drops of poison.
The Lurker's body lowered slightly. Its segmented legs priming themselves. The air around it seemed to stall and then it exploded in movement. Dust rose from behind the beast. The pincers of its hairy legs digging into the ground for the briefest of moments before pushing it forward with added momentum.
Segmented legs moved in a blur.
The giant spider looked no different from a shadowy blur. One moment it was at the end of the treeline and the next it had entered the battlefield that had once been nothing but collapsed buildings now littered with the corpses of beasts and humans alike. It appeared before one of the evolvers.
From their perspective, time crawled to a slow. In that moment a large shadow loomed over him.
He could only look up. His gaze dimming with hopelessness as he saw those orbs of red looking at him as though higher being was set upon him.
Was this really how he was going to go out? He knew that there was a possibility that he wouldn't be able to make it out of this fight alive. Still, that had merely been a possibility. Maybe he would have lived and even grown stronger by leaps and bounds.
And yet…
His unwilling gaze met those of the Lurker.
Questioning him. What was his puny life worth? Was he even worthy of feeling unwilling before its presence?
At that point the evolver suddenly felt something in their mind snap. Time resumed but by then the sickle like mandibles descended. Revealing the dark abyss that was the maw of the cursed beast where potent green fumes leaked out.
That was the last thing he saw before every thing went dark.
The Lurker bite down. Its mouth swallowing the evolver's head whole. Mandibles shut closed, ripping through flesh as though a hot knife through butter. Poison sunk into the rest of the body melting it into a puddle of flesh and gore.
The evolvers watched with shaken hearts as an ally fell into a puddle of blood, gore and poison. One evolver felt sick in the stomach to the point that he could only keel over and spill the contents of his stomach.
What kind of sick joke was this?
A level 15 evolver had died just like that without being able to do anything. What good would it do them to fight such a moster. Would they even survive a single exchange?
The number of evolvers left standing dropped to five.
The weight of the situation bored down with greater intensity. The bravado the evolvers had shown in the past deflating. They're morale dropping to extreme lows, they had lost the will to fight. Even Thorne who was always by the mayor's side was no exception.
Bennet noticed all of this. His face as hard as a stone and his gaze never leaving the giant spider. With the way things were moving it was clear that they stood no chance. Bennet looked down on the greatsword in his hand with a somewhat helpless expression.
Would he have to rely on this weapon once again?
Bennet's Greatsword and the armor he was currently wearing had come as a set called [Stonecrusher and Rouge Armor set].
Just before the start of this battle he had displayed a skill [Scattering of the heavens]. It was a skill that was exclusive to the blade and that had even been half of its full power because the fullest potential of the skill was brought out if it was used in tandem with the armor.
It was powerful skill so why was he hesitating?
Well the answer to the question was that the armor ate at his sanity. When he was in the state of using the armor and sword in full force, the more time he spent in that state the more he lost control of his mind eventually he would become nothing more than a mindless rouge wanting nothing but battle and blood until either his mana ran out or somebody knocked him out.
The problem with the first one was that activating the armor in full would give his mana a boost of +120 mana points, adding that to his normal stat and it would be well over 150 so the only way was to really just knock him out.
'I don't really have a choice in this. I can only hope that those kids can rein me in' Bennet thought with a sigh.
Circumstances were really forcing his hand on this.
"Everyone retreat" Bennet's voice rang out. It was domineering, leaving no room for argument.
Thorne's pupils trembled. He wanted to say something as he looked towards Bennet's back but his lips wouldn't move. He wanted to tell him that this was suicide that this was impossible even for him but instead he shut his mouth.
He was worked as the mayor's secretary for ten years now and in that time he had come to know Bennet as though he were the closest thing he had to family.
Even if Bennet thought that this was a useless endeavor, he would still do it for the sake of the lives of his men.
"Be careful" was all he could say. His voice heavy with emotion.
Bennet looked over his shoulder, the corner of his lips curling up as he simply nodded.
Like this the remaining evolvers slowly retreated from the battlefield. The entire time the menacing spider didn't move. In fact it hadn't moved since killing that evolver and had instead just stood there watching everything the humans were doing as though a form of dark amusement.
It was clear that it was very confident in killing them all.
And why wouldn't it be.
It was a Level 45 after all. It stood at the pinnacle of the Second Star Order. Nobody could even touch a single hair on its body let alone scratch it.