The Sinful Blood Witch in Another World

The dimly lit room held a chilling atmosphere. The walls were covered in human-headed spiders, their bodies the size of human heads, their eight long, furry legs covered in strange patterns. These spiders, densely packed in every corner of the room, were a chilling sight.

More than a dozen witchers were trapped in this room, their bodies tightly wrapped in spiderwebs, unable to move. The webs were tough and sticky, and the more the witchers struggled, the tighter they became. Despair and fear appeared on their faces.

The demon hunters were hanging upside down from the ceiling, like prey caught by a spider. Their eyes revealed a hint of reluctance and helplessness. After all, they were famous silver-medal demon hunters, but now they were trapped in this terrible place.

Some of the parasitized demon hunters kept struggling, their swollen abdomens were torn open, and bloody human-headed spiders quickly crawled out from inside.

This was the first time they had seen such a horrible monster, and they were almost sickened to death. Some of them even vomited in an upside-down position, with vomit all over their faces.

The room was filled with a disgusting smell, which came from the human-headed spiders. These spiders crawled around the room, making a rustling sound, as if mocking the incompetence of the witchers.

Shihui and the other man arrived in front of the old wooden door. The heavy wooden door was covered with various spider eggs, which almost sealed the door tightly. The terrified screams of the witchers could be faintly heard from inside.

There was endless cursing, wailing, and crying, but it seemed that everyone in the house directed the conflict towards one person!

The charming female witcher was crying and cursing, her smoky makeup stained by tears, and she was hanging upside down from the ceiling like a giant silkworm cocoon.

"That's all because of you! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been captured by these monsters. Now, none of us wants to survive!"

"If I could move, I would kill you myself!"

The person she was talking about was none other than Orena. They had arrived here as planned, but were wiped out by this group of witchers. These people caught the witchers off guard and they suffered heavy losses.

"Shut up! If you have that time, you might as well think of a solution. What's the point of just cursing?"

The other male demon hunter, however, had the heart to curse. Now that they were all about to die, how could he have the heart to curse?

At the same time, the male demon hunter turned his attention to the target they were protecting. Fortunately, they were all together, and those in the front were all killed by those crazy cultists. Now there were only eight or nine of them still alive.

The escorting hostess was tied up together with the baby in her arms. The baby in her arms kept sobbing and crying, and the woman could only coax the baby in a low voice.

The scolded female witcher burst into tears and could only cry helplessly.

What frightens people is not death, but the feeling of despair that keeps approaching them when witnessing their companions die one by one.

"Blame me? You idiots, you rushed into the enemy's core without even doing a good job of reconnaissance. Now you're thinking about my problem? You were the ones who said you wanted to pass through here!"

Ou Lei's beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and she wanted to go over and punch her. If she didn't cripple her, she would feel like she hadn't eaten her fill!

Originally, after receiving Shihui's order, Oulena specifically asked these people to be more cautious, but these people were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, and were afraid of staying in the village for a few more seconds.

As a result, more than ten horses and carriages were stuck in the mud. The collision and shouting attracted the corpse beetles, and the cultists swarmed in.

The insults from all around continued to ring out.

"You idiot bitch, it's all because of the map you provided that caused this trouble!"

"Damn it, I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die yet!"

"I wish I could eat your flesh and your blood. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in such a miserable state!"

"It's all because of you that so many of us died!"

"What are you going to pay me back with?"

The rest of the people are just as ugly as hell.

Ole simply ignored it. Annie next to her was still unconscious, which made her anxious. Fortunately, the three Hell Knights used magic armor to lock the two of them tightly, thus protecting them from injury. However, this also prevented the Hell Knights from freeing their hands to fight.

"Hehehe, are they actually fighting amongst themselves so soon? It's okay, it's okay, everyone has a share, don't worry, hehehe"

"You are all my precious hatchlings!"

At this moment, there was a loud and dense sound of footsteps coming from the thick wooden boards, and the man's disgusting laughter made everyone's scalp tingle.

In the dark corner, a creepy monster quietly appeared. Its upper body was a distorted human figure, with pale skin tightly attached to the bones, as if eroded by time.

That face was inlaid with two pairs of empty blood-red eyes, filled with brutality and endless madness.

However, it was its lower body that was truly terrifying. Eight slender, powerful spider legs extended from its waist, their joints gleaming with an eerie light. These legs moved nimbly, supporting its massive frame, and each step produced a heart-pounding, grinding sound.

The monster's body exuded a foul odor, as if it was a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

Its movements were agile and strange, its spider legs crawling quickly on the ground, making a rustling sound. When it approached, the demon hunters could feel a chill coming over them, as if they were shrouded in the shadow of death.

This monster, with a human upper body and spider legs in the lower half, is beyond the common sense of living creatures, as if it is a chaotic and twisted grotesque hybrid product.

Things that blaspheme God should never be born here!

"Get out of here, you monster! Get out of here!"

The witcher was both terrified and angry. She tried desperately to break free from the spider web that had entangled her, but for some reason, this blood-red spider web was tougher than iron wire and she couldn't break free no matter what she did.

The spider monster let out a hideous laugh from its throat. Its bony hands held a blood-red book, which it flipped through with relish, gesturing on the book from time to time.

But in the eyes of these people, the book seemed like a living thing. The blood-red cover was still wriggling slightly, and the blood-red eyes on the surface kept moving, as if observing these prey.

The Spider-Man was muttering to himself and seemed very crazy.

"Ah, yes, yes, so this is how it can be done. Maybe I can actually develop a suitable body. Then, this way and that, I can... create a god!"

"madman!"

Hearing the monster's crazy words, the male demon hunter cursed loudly, but then his face was pinched tightly by a pair of skinny hands as dry as dry firewood.

The sharp fingertips pierced into the man's flesh, and the scarlet blood flowed out uncontrollably.

The spider monster's face was full of madness, and its snake-like tongue stuck out, licking the blood non-stop. It said excitedly: "I am an apostle of God. Only we can make God come to the world, and only we can bless mankind!"

“Come join us in this glorious ascension of flesh and blood, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!”