The spider queen was completely covered in undead creatures that were attacking her. Letting out a loud scream, all the spiders, even those who were still unsure, rushed to help their queen. They all started to spin webs to envelop the queen.
At the same time, the undead was being repelled and thrown back. And when it came back to attack again, it was met with a thick layer of webbing that it couldn't penetrate.
In just three pitiful minutes, the spider queen was completely wrapped in webbing. And all the remaining living spiders and even spider souls that hadn't been caught, entered under the webbing and moved there like larvae.
Quickly, the enormous body of the queen, wrapped in webs, shrunk to two meters. And with a crack, a human body, or almost human, appeared. The spider queen had changed the lower part of her body to make it more spider-like, and not human-like. Instead, she gained two more pairs of arms and had three pairs of eyes. Since she was naked, her skin could be seen, which was no longer black and rough. Her curves, enormous breasts, and long gray hair would have completely captivated Vallynor if his member still worked.
But since he could no longer think of erotica, before him was only a strong, dangerous female enemy. Raising his scythe in a fighting stance, Myssen ordered the undead, who had recently been ordered to stop the attack on Arhana.
The undead, or more precisely, practically all of them, were created from spiders, which means they are connected to their creator with several thick threads.
Arhana completely ignored the undead and ran towards Vallynor. The webbing enveloped her body like liquid, turning into battle armor that concealed her private parts and prevented her breasts from bouncing.
At first glance, her short battle dress didn't look special, except that it concealed her private parts and supported her breasts. However, the truth was that it was clothing created with magic, and it was stronger than steel.
In each of her hands, she held a sword and attacked the enemy like Asura with all six swords, wanting to tear the enemy to pieces.
Using a scythe as a shield, she managed to stop three swords. Then the fourth sword was directed straight at her neck. Instinctively, Vallynor wanted to stop the sword with his hand, but his hands held the scythe, which was holding back the three swords at the moment.
The hands of the souls rushed towards the swords, and more than ten hands were able to stop the fourth sword. Then they stopped the fifth and sixth swords. Thirty out of fifty hands were busy holding back the three swords, while the rest rushed towards Arhana. After receiving several blows, she flew several meters away.
Because the Soul Hands spell did not require much time, he left them to take the queen's soul. And this saved him not only from a quick death, but also from a life as a soul filled with suffering.
Arhana inspected her wounds and, for the first time during the whole time, opened her mouth to speak, not scream, like a mentally ill girl from a madhouse.
"Who are you? I'm seeing you for the first time," she asked with doubt, but her angry gaze could kill, and if it were possible, Vallynor would have died long ago.
"It's not that important. What's important is why you attacked me? I don't remember us meeting before," he answered, preparing to defend himself from a possible attack.
"Yes, this is our first and last meeting for you. You not only killed my servants, but also took their souls. If you only killed, I would have tolerated it and left you alone... I see that you can speak and have a mind, which means that you intend to take the souls of my children," Arhana declared.
"They attacked me themselves. I'm not guilty of defending myself," he replied offendedly to the enemy's comment.
"Hmm, they attacked? ... So you were weaker than you are now. I see. I have to kill you and take your soul, then look at your memories and use your soul as a sacrifice," Archana declared and lunged at him.
A sudden movement, and six swords aimed at the enemy from different sides. Five swords were quickly stopped by the Hands of the Soul, while the sixth swung. Opening her mouth, she spat acid at Vallynor.
Several hands left their swords and became a shield. Feeling the swords approaching, Vallynor jumped back, using invisible hands to jump more than 5 meters back.
Archana, jumping after him, showed off her white legs, demonstrating her desire to kick him. Then she jumped to the side and where Vallynor had recently been, Archana fell. The impact on the ground was so strong that cracks appeared under her feet, and sand rose from the ground.
Several seconds later, the queen of spiders attacked again. Vallynor used all his 50 hands and the scythe to defend himself, he could only defend but not counterattack.
Every minute seemed like torture to Vallynor. He had to defend himself with all his might, and his mind worked at full capacity.
Slowly, he began to adapt to the enemy's attacks and even sometimes counterattack. But she also became more active and stronger.
While Vallynor defended himself, his brain thought about how to attack or even wound Archana. Many ideas on how to attack and injure her appeared in his mind and instantly disappeared when he thought about them.
While he was defending himself, the undead attacked Archana from all sides. Some were even set on fire using the "Small Fireball" to transfer their burning to the enemy and inflict at least a little damage. But she created a shield of web and blocked the attacks of the suicide undead.
When another undead spider was cut into several pieces by the queen of spiders, the thick thread that connected Vallynor and a hundred spiders broke. This brought a weak, almost imperceptible feeling of pain.
This caught his attention for a fraction of a second. He wondered what would happen if the queen attacked him now. But after thinking for a while, he created a "Small Fireball" and directed it through one of the Hands of the Soul, as he did with the undead.
To his surprise, it worked. The magic ball flew out through the invisible hand and, quickly cooling down, blocked the flying sword. While he defended himself, he thought about using what he had just learned, but quickly cooled his hot head and put the idea on hold.
Fifteen minutes had passed slowly. The queen had a few scratches and was looking thoughtfully at her enemy. He had many scratches and wounds. They would be deadly for an ordinary person due to the loss of a significant amount of blood, but for Vallynor, they posed no danger, only slowing down his movements.
Watching him for a few seconds, she attacked again and defended herself against his attacks. While fiercely attacking, she raised an eyebrow and a pair of eyes looked at the sand, where bony hands were emerging. Several hands had already caught him by the legs. Clicking her tongue, she began to chop off all the bony hands that held him by the legs, and those that tried to catch him.
After fighting using only four swords, he felt the pressure on him lessen. Archana, at the same time, was cutting the bony hands of the dead, trying to break free from the ground. He noticed his chance.
He cursed his inability to use more complex spells, but that didn't stop him from using "Little Fireball" and "Necrotic Ball." In the next moment, he commanded his 50 hands to aim at Archana. Even if he couldn't catch her, it didn't matter with his soul hands. What mattered was that as soon as his hands touched her, 50 magic balls were launched.
Archana thought she knew all of the enemy's tricks, but she was caught off guard, and the attack was successful. Fifty magic balls burst out, with the queen herself at the center, and the repeated explosions threw Vallynor more than 10 meters away.
When the explosions ended, he stood up and saw that where the queen had been, there was only a small crater left. In the center was Archana, whose silhouette was quickly recovering. He was ready to pounce on her, but she began to move and stand up. She once again showed her natural beauty. He thought he only liked virgins, not processed old women who had billions of children.
After the wounds quickly disappeared, she wiggled her fingers and hid her new dress in the most secret places.
"You're interesting. No one has caused me this much pain in a long time. It reminds me of one of my ex-husbands," she said, holding her chest with both hands. "He was always rough in bed, with both of my forms. Too bad I had to kill him." Slowly lowering her hands to her stomach and lower body, she seemed to be either craving sex or remembering the pain she had received.
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While she was talking about her past, Vallynor was pondering on how to attack her. But when he heard that someone had sex with her in both forms, he wondered: how? Who and how could someone have sex with a half-spider creature? Her last words shocked him completely.
She ate her husband - a man who was not afraid to have sex with her in her second form. Yes, he was a real man, and he deserved respect. If he was willing to do such feats for his beloved, then why not? And she ate him, like some female spiders do after mating. Because of this, male spiders started bringing her gifts of food, and while she ate, they mated with her and then ran away, like true men. It's interesting who started all this with balanced rights of men and women, why women became more equal, and men had to become slaves in a physical sense.
Oh, I remember one girl. She wasn't very smart in programming, but she called all men garbage, criticized and accused them of everything. She even threatened me once that she would announce in the press that I tried to touch her hand. She considered it an act of harassment, and I had to appease her like a slave to make her be quiet.
Of course, I refused, and it was better that I secretly recorded all her words. When she announced it in the press, I published the recording on the Internet. And who do you think won? Of course, not her. The next day, a new article came out, in which I was accused of slandering a woman, and they told me that I was toxic and fired me from work. Since then, I work remotely while traveling.
Oh, how I got carried away with my memories. This is not the best moment to remember some bitches. Fucking memories. How did it happen?
"And I see, you're not even paying attention. You didn't think I could attack. You're not attentive?" she asked, scratching her cheek. She was irritated by her enemy's carelessness.
Creating new swords from spider webs, she pounced on the enemy. He defended himself again, using a scythe and the spirit's hands.
They fought until they heard a strange sound. Stepping away from each other, the spider queen smiled and said, "She's here."
Looking at the source of the sound, which was rapidly getting louder, they saw a butterfly. It was bigger than a regular butterfly, reaching about a meter in length, and its wings were three times bigger.
Reaching the queen spider, she landed next to her and looked at her. The queen fell to her knees and said, "My lady, I am sorry to have summoned you. I was then in..."
She couldn't finish as one of the butterfly's limbs pierced the queen. She fell to the ground, looking at her lady for the last time.
Vallynor was surprised. From Arkhana's words, he understood that she was a spider serving the queen, who in fact was a butterfly. He felt that the butterfly, by piercing her body with its limb, had taken her soul.
"Watch out!" the old woman's cry pierced his mind. And something hit him so hard that he flew more than 10 meters and fell to the ground.
As he got up, he quickly turned to where the blow came from. Annino was there where he was before. He was in the same pose as when he was struck. He flew a few centimeters off the ground and didn't move, just sat motionless in the air. What the hell happened?
"It's her, she caught your friend in a time trap," Arkhana answered his question and continued, "She's a time butterfly, an embodiment of a phenomenon known as the butterfly effect."
"What?" he asked, not believing his ears. "The old woman says this butterfly is the embodiment of the butterfly effect?"
"Run!!!" the old woman shouted when she saw the energy waves starting to intensify.
Vallynor saw that the butterfly was preparing to attack, but instead of running away, he increased the land of the dead that the queen had not yet destroyed. He moved away as far as possible, looking with regret at Annino, whom they caught.
"Don't worry, as long as he's in jail and the butterfly doesn't attack the wolf, he can survive... I've known her for a long time. She won't destroy him until she takes him with her to the temple. I'm sure she's still processing Arkhana's soul," the old woman tried to reassure Vallynor. But everything turned out to be the opposite.
Vallynor turned to the butterfly and ordered it to hide in the land of the dead, creating magical spheres and directing them at the undead. When the undead spiders emerged from the ground, they attacked the butterfly, tearing themselves out of the huge magical spheres that Vallynor had directed at them.
Vallynor made the undead attack and explode, made bony hands catch a butterfly and drag it into the ground. To his surprise, he saw that the butterfly did not fold its wings, but fought. It was completely focused on its spell.
Feeling a chill down his spine, he knew a catastrophe was about to happen. He quickly directed necro energy and mana, making the Land of the Dead explode with the last undead. A huge explosion engulfed the butterfly and more than 50 meters, but the sense of danger did not disappear. Quickly creating the spell "Land of the Dead," he made the bony hands crawl through the sand as deeply as they could.
The new explosion was stronger than the previous one, and waves came out of it that destroyed everything they touched. Reaching the queen's body, it began to rot before his eyes, turning bone and blood into dust. Stone trees began to crack and turn to dust along with cobwebs, the house crumbled and turned to dust, and the earth lost more than 10 centimeters of thickness. Only two figures remained in the center of the wasteland: the culprit Butterfly and the captive Annino.
The wounded butterfly stood up, ready to fly to Annino, but bony hands emerged from the ground and caught her, not letting go. Swapping swords almost sliced off one of Butterfly's wings. He felt the danger and hid in the ground.
An invisible bubble enveloped the butterfly, and everything around it evaporated. It was similar to the previous attack but was constant, emitting a cry. The butterfly with a broken wing headed towards Annino.
Before she could fly two meters, a necrotic sphere flew into her. It reached the invisible bubble, shrank, and disappeared. A second later, a new sphere flew towards the butterfly. Before entering the bubble, it exploded, and the explosion waves entering the bubble disappeared.
But small wounds appeared on the butterfly's body. In the next moment, spells flew towards the butterfly one after another and exploded, creating magical waves that injured her.
She didn't even reach Annino, turned around and ran away. Vallynor quickly appeared and chased after her, but quickly stopped when the old woman spoke.
"Stop. You have already abused your powers too much," the old woman stopped him.
"How can I? Until Annino is caught. She is wounded now, and if I can catch her, I can kill her."
"Or you will be killed when the shock wave of backlash engulfs your mind and soul. And your body won't be able to move for a long time," she warned.
"What?... I spent so much energy and created a spell. My body is at its limit?"
"That's an understatement. You need to rest, at least for a day," the old woman said, looking at the tired look of the boy. Even if his body didn't feel tiredness, his soul and mind were exhausted. If he starts a new battle, he will die, and his chosen path will remain unfinished.
"Fine, but you will tell me who she is?" he asked with a commanding tone, accepting the old woman's words.
"So that you understand everything, I'll start with this world. I think there's no point in keeping you in the dark anymore. This world is not like yours or any other... Long ago, there was a God, the God of Souls. He was responsible for every soul - where, how, and in what it will be reborn. And like any God, he also had his own world, the world of his dominion," the old woman recounted with reverence, recalling the past glory.
Vallynor, listening to the old woman's story, was surprised, but at the same time, accepted it as a matter of course. But the next words completely shocked him.\
"This world was not like all the others, where there is an understanding of death, hunger, good, and evil. Here, these things did not exist. The God of Souls ruled this world directly and gathered the greatest personalities - heroes, conquerors, kings of their race, holy beasts, assassins, necromancers, monsters - it didn't matter whether they were for good or evil. The main thing was that they would influence the whole world and have some value. Even a politician without physical strength, if he could rule kingdoms or almost the entire world, would be chosen and would come to this world."
"This is the world where heroes and enemies of all worlds have gathered. There are no such things as hunger, pain, and death here. In this world, heroes and enemies of humanity can marry, and it is considered normal. It doesn't matter what race you are. Demons can also be here. The only thing that matters is having the power to influence the world."
This shook Vallynor, and he had many new questions in his mind: why, how, and for what reason does the God of Souls gather the greatest beings from other worlds in his world? He wanted to know more and asked this question.
"You see, in many worlds, critical moments arise, such as when beasts' kings appear who thirst for the death of all other races, or humans begin to dominate and destroy the whole world with their actions. And often no one can stop this. Then the God of Souls sends a chosen soul to this world, but before that, he seals their memories of the previous world, leaving only the mission goals and accumulated wisdom. This is how heroes arise, who defeat the kings of beasts, or demon kings who gather all races to war against the tyranny of humans."
"The God of Souls had two tasks: to manage the reincarnations of all souls, including gods, and to bring balance to the world. Or he gave a push to the world that stopped its development, in the form of the appearance of warriors."
The longer he listened to the old woman, the more he realized that this world was filled with heroes and villains. He realized the role that the God of Souls played. He was troubled, remembering how the old woman said that this world was cursed. Did something happen to the God of Souls? But what could have happened to him? He was a God, an immortal being.
"What happened to this world? And what kind of curse is this?" he asked, eagerly awaiting an answer.
"I'll tell you about it another time. Right now, you need to learn as much as possible about the Time Butterfly and restore your energy for the upcoming battle," the old woman replied.
Remembering that Anino was currently captured and he had to fight against an enemy who controlled time, his thirst for knowledge subsided.
"And now I'll tell you about the Time Butterfly, or as it's called, Farfalla. She controls and corrects errors in time when some wise guy plays around with time too much, traveling to the past and future, he influences events of that time, whether he wants to or not. Because of such fools, Time God created daughters in the form of butterflies. Many know them as the Butterfly Effect in time. These butterflies must fix time problems and punish fools who play with time. Farfalla is one of these butterflies. Even though she has long been trapped in this world and lost some of her power, she hasn't forgotten how to control time. For her, controlling time is like breathing air for us. That's what you need to remember about her," the old woman finished her story.
She told everything she knew about this butterfly. And secretly, Vallynor asked himself the question, "Who is this old woman?"