When Caesar left the semi-plane space, Sara was already one step ahead of him and was waiting for him.
As an ancient golden dragon with endless knowledge and experience, it would be strange if he could not escape from the alternate dimension in a short period of time. Furthermore, it was predictable that his method of escaping the Demiplane would be easier than Caesar's.
Both parties did not communicate. Caesar looked up and saw the three-headed snake scorpion servants on the ridge where the group was standing. He looked back at his surroundings and saw that the snake scorpion monsters had surrounded them from all directions. Those who left the Demiplane alive were their only targets, especially with Caesar, who did not keep a low profile. He was like a candle in the dark night, attracting the nine-headed serpent's demonic servants.
Caesar could almost hear the nine-headed serpent's hateful shriek in his mind, but he did not consider this problem. Both parties would meet sooner or later, although they might encounter more demonic servants and things like "Monet's Derivatives" along the way.
"Right."
Thinking of the Derivatives, Caesar looked up and relaxed his neck. He reached out and pinched the back of his neck and said to Sara, "Just now, were there any Derivatives on your side?"
Sara did not ask what a Derivative was, but directly shook his head. "No, we only encountered snake scorpion servants, rotten beasts, and distorted thorn flower hunters. There were no monsters called Derivatives."
Caesar responded and did not continue the topic. The three-headed snake scorpion servants had already closed in. They had low-level intelligence, and they stood up and hissed threateningly at the group.
In a sense, these snake scorpion servants were not the nine-headed serpent's puppets, but a separate species that had been enslaved and distorted by some method, just like what the Black Dragon had done to some of the northern clans.
Sara slashed the sword in his hand, and a golden light in the air made the monsters retreat slightly. But just as he wanted to take the opportunity to say a few words to the adventurer beside him, the snake scorpion servants pounced forward with a low growl.
Courting death!
Sara's anger came easily. He jumped lightly and completed a ten-meter standing long jump. When his feet landed, his upper body was already in the most standard attack posture.
Using the same trick, he swept his sword.
The sword came down.
Without the slightest mistake, the three snake and scorpion servants were beheaded by the same sword.
Caesar took a few glances at it. In terms of using a human form to disguise himself in battle, he was indeed far inferior to the Golden Dragon. Even if this level was judged by the standards of a human master swordsman, Sara's memory might not be perfect, but at the very least, it could be said to be neat and tidy. It seemed that she had done quite a lot of disguising herself as a human, so she was rather familiar with it.
However, he had far too many flaws. Not to mention his excellent magic, sharp swordsmanship, and outstanding knowledge, just the repeated use of the "Evil-Slaying Slash" was already a huge problem. Although he had reduced the energy used to disguise it, those who were truly knowledgeable would still be able to see through it at a glance.
Forget it, I don't care.
Dealing with the Three-headed Scorpion Demon Servant was not the end. In the distant depression, countless giant spiders were crawling out of the ground. They quickly filled up the depression, but they did not stop there. There was still an endless stream of new spiders. They piled up layer by layer, filling up the depression.
"It's them!
They were the ones who massacred the army of the Kingdom of Ebs. "
The camp leader beside him exclaimed, his voice trembling involuntarily, "I saw these spiders laying eggs in the stomachs of the dead with my own eyes. There are even more of them now!"
"Hell Spiders."
Sara's eyes became sharp, "No matter which country in Airadia, there would not be any written records of them. I thought that they had already gone extinct thousands of years ago."
"Let me think."
Taking advantage of the fact that these spiders had not launched their attack, Sara said a few more words. He slightly raised his head, his pupils were scattered as he looked at the sky, as if he was searching for a distant memory in his mind, "Kingdom of Ebs, Bramble Mountain.
A long, long time ago, this place was second only to Doremar's prosperity … "
Before he had the chance to finish his story, the spider army on the opposite side had already completed their integration. A huge, six-legged monster stood at the forefront of the army. Its appearance was like a beetle that had been magnified thousands of times. Its sharp horns extended upwards from its nose. Most of its body was purple in color, while its back and tail were covered in green. At the edge of its body, there were dark golden patterns.
"I am Monet's Spawn, Monet Anubalak."
It propped itself up with its four legs and stood up. First, it introduced itself in the ancient common language. Then, it switched to the Hell Language that the enemy could not understand, "For the sake of revival, attack!"
As soon as it finished speaking, a black wall was rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, even the gray sun above their heads disappeared. A sound that sounded like thousands of iron swords rubbing against thousands of pieces of gravel penetrated the minds of all living creatures.
A layer of psionic barrier rose in front of Caesar. Two people who were slightly further away from him fell into the mud with a thud. They lost their heads and blood gushed out from their necks.
"These damned spiders know magic!" Sara roared in anger and frustration. He pulled out his sword, "Adventurers, follow me into battle!"
The fear and anger of others had nothing to do with him. Caesar only saw that behind the spider army, a black wall stood tall. That was the reality after the illusion. This place not only had underground caves and tunnels, they also planned to build a city on the surface.
"Who you are and what you want to do have nothing to do with me," he said calmly.
His voice was full of penetrating power over the noisy battlefield, "Hand over Yukrasil, and I will leave. Perhaps we will have a chance to work together in the future."
"Powerful outsider, I know you killed Monet Balor."
The giant beetle, Anubalak, stood on top of layers of spider mountains and said, "But Yukrasil was summoned by us, and it is also the heart of the city that we prepared.
If you want it, come and get it yourself! "
"Okay."
Caesar nodded. Unlike Sara who maintained a defensive posture, he stepped on the black ground with one foot and began to move forward. His body was full of psionic flames.
Spider webs fell on Caesar's head, as well as spikes, rock spikes, and lightning, but all of them were split in half in front of Caesar. When the storm-like attacks were powerless in front of Caesar, he heard a cheer from the adventurers who had been pulled far away.
"Fight, fight!"
After realizing that their spells were ineffective, the spiders screamed and rushed forward, revealing their venomous mouthparts and forelegs. Together, they let out a roar that was very inconsistent with their identity, "Flesh and blood like grass, my body like a blade.
Fight!
Fight! "
Caesar did not care, but Sara repeated the words over and over again, feeling that it was familiar, "Flesh like grass, my body like a knife … Flesh like grass, my body like a knife …"
Then, he suddenly understood, and his expression became horrified. The fear in his eyes was like a lingering haze in the middle of the night, "This is the oath of the ancient race, Quel 'dorei. How did the spiders of the first era know and understand it?"