Admittedly, even if there are adventurers who love to eat the meat of dungeon monsters, there is no way to eat the meat inside without even destroying the shell.

The only people who can do this are spiders and other similar creatures.

Could it really be that the unusually large elite demonic spider I encountered three days ago had eaten its own kind and evolved into a ghost-faced spider, as Godot said?

According to this situation, the monsters in the dungeon have a chance to evolve into higher-level existences.

The fifth level of the demon spider, after evolution, became a ninth-level ghost-faced spider, and in this way, it was promoted to four levels in a row, without the support of weapons, I may not be able to come back alive today, if this happens to the phoenix them, it is very likely that there will be casualties that I don't want to see.

If that's the case, that's not good.

"Hey, Godot," I looked at him solemnly, "can I ask you for something?" ”

"Of course," Godot readily agreed, "Since I chose to follow you, I will agree to whatever you ask, even if it is for me to dedicate my chrysanthemum."

"Stop" I stretched out my hand and wiped the sweat drops hanging on my forehead: "I don't want your chrysanthemum, I just want to ask you to protect my teammates, although you said that you don't want others to know your strength, there must be your unspeakable secrets, but I still hope that when they encounter a critical situation, they will not hesitate to come to the rescue." ”

Godot listened to my words, pondered for a moment, and finally said with a serious face: "Okay, wrap it up on me." ”

"Then I'll trouble you," I said gratefully.

"Don't bother" Godot looked lewd: "I'm here to protect my dear Billy, and to carry someone else's, hehehe." ”

Black lines are all over his forehead, I hope this guy can be more reliable.

Although it's a priest, after all, it has a tenth-level awesome strength, and ordinary monsters still can't help him, so I'm quite relieved to think about it.

The next day, as usual, when I passed by the weapons shop, the old goblin Patch happened to come out to splash dirty water, and when I saw me passing by, a slave smiled obscenely when he saw his master, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"Expert, how is your niece's record?"

The old goblin with a spring breeze didn't mind me calling him an expert, put the basin with dirty water aside, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Thanks to you, I entered the quarterfinals." ”

"Congratulations," I complimented, "don't forget about the handguards." ”

"No, no, integrity first" The old goblin hurriedly put away his smile and said seriously: "As soon as the game is over, I will immediately smelt the gauntlet for you to be satisfied." ”

"That's hard work for you," I smiled back, turned to leave, and quickly followed the group.

Brushed past the tenth floor with them, I went down to the eleventh floor alone again.

As if everything was as before, more than a dozen demonic spiders, large and small, appeared again on the eleventh layer of twists and turns, secretly ambushing behind the stone pit wall, ambushing passers-by who were about to appear.

After looking at the several unfamiliar routes extending next to me, I decided to take the usual route, after all, it is safer to take the road with a light car.

For some reason, since I fought with the ghost-faced spiders, I felt that this group of demonized spiders could no longer raise their momentum, almost one by one, without any suspense, and occasionally there was an inexplicable throbbing in my heart, wanting to challenge a more powerful enemy.

But I still forcibly suppressed this desire, after all, impulse is the devil, and I don't want to lose my life because of a momentary pleasure.

It was easy to kill the elite demonized spider in the empty room, and brushed to the end of the eleventh floor in a bland manner.

In front of me is the portal on the twelfth floor.

Estimate the time, it's still early, it is estimated that they are groping for the tenth layer to kill monsters, and if they return to find them, it should delay the progress of the upgrade, open the pocket and take a look, there is still most of the space left.

After thinking about it, he made a decision, got up and went through the portal.

Out of the portal, it's already the twelfth floor.

The twelfth floor feels a bit like the Gobi, but it is not as desolate and vast as the Gobi.

The half-sandy and half-stone ground starts to extend from the entrance to the end of the eye, and the stone wall ruins block the road horizontally, some are less than half a person high, and some are connected to the top, and the junction of the top, gradually has a faint fluorescence, from weak to strong, and finally the top is integrated, emitting light like daylight.

The blue-yellow weeds are clustered on the left and on the right, growing in a disorderly manner, and some yellow-white insects or small animals are jumping and dodging among the weeds from time to time.

I took two steps forward, leaned down to look at the insect lying on its stomach among the grass, and touched it with the handle of my knife with great interest, and the insect jumped at me, and I hurriedly took a step back, but before I could stand firmly, the insect jumped a few times and fled into another bush.

Although it was only a momentary contact, I still saw the appearance of the insects, fierce and terrifying, and at the same time figured out the state of this layer of creatures, although the appearance is very fierce, but I have to say, they are not very bold.

"I don't know what the monsters on this level will look like.."

I muttered to myself, my mind recalling the description in the Adventurer's Handbook: Twelfth Floor, Stonehusk.

There are only a few numbers.

I've always had a bad idea about the codifiers, and if you want to compile what kind of monsters are on each floor, why don't you write down the monsters' appearance, nature, attack methods, and weaknesses?

I don't understand this, and at the same time complain about their opportunistic behavior.

However, the staff at the Adventurer's Base had a hundred excuses to prevaricate on this issue.

What else can I do but accept?

After walking a few steps, I saw a stone statue standing not far away.

When I got closer, the stone statue was about the same size as mine, with no face, only a rough outline, and the whole body seemed to be carved out of a single stone, but the workmanship was so rough that it seemed to take only a few knives.

Picking up the scabbard, he tapped the body of the stone statue, making a knock-knock sound, and it seemed to be empty inside.

Whoever is idle has nothing to do, erect a stone statue here as a decoration, and also, where was this hollow stone collected, it can't be made of cement.

In other words, is there cement in this world?

Isn't it all about magic mortar as a building material?

Looking at the sculpture, holding his chin, his mind was opening up there, and suddenly, he heard a few soft sounds on the stone statue, and the sand and dust attached to the stone statue were also constantly shaking, and the extremely fine soil ash kept falling downward.

Earthquake?

I didn't feel any tremors, I looked up and looked around, trying to see what was going on around me.