After half an hour of fighting, I was panting and sweating, and its body slowed down and its claws were messy.

If anyone looks from afar, they will see that most of the torso of the spider's body is carved with deep or shallow scars, and I have also pierced two small holes in the abdomen and tail, and a few wisps of pale green juice are flowing from the broken places, and the juice is as thick as silk threads, and it is slow to drip down.

Its eight sharp claws all have slash marks of different shades, and the middle claw has been cut in half by me, and the fracture has not healed, and no juice has flowed out, only a light green jelly-like mass swaying at the wound location, as if mending the lost torso, and a severed limb is reborn.

It's just that the rebirth of the severed limb is extremely slow, and it can't get my attention at all.

Of course, if I let me know that it still has such a healing ability against the sky, it will collapse on the spot, throw away the knife, lie on the ground and scold at the sky: God of creation, you are a ××, ×× you are a ××!

However, this is just an assumption, because now I don't have any extra energy and physical strength to scold that unscrupulous old bastard.

The left shoulder was poked by a sharp claw, and it has become a blur of flesh and blood, but fortunately, although the wound is large, it is not deep, and there is not much bleeding, but the wound will hurt when the arm is raised, which is indeed a bit distressing.

In the middle of my distress, such a thought suddenly popped into my mind: How nice it would be if it was a wise humanoid monster who fought against me, and when he swung his sword, the wound hurt, and my whole face was grinning and twisting and deformed, maybe it would tremble in fright by my hideous honor, and then. If there is no then, I will take the opportunity to behead the enemy and win a great victory.

I laughed three times, and suddenly there was a tearing pain in my shoulder, and I subconsciously grinned.

Meaning [lewdness] is returned to meaning [lewdness], of course, there is no use for eggs, spiders and humans are originally two species, not to mention whether it can understand my grimace art, just by virtue of its honor of a pair of green fangs, even if my grimace is paralyzed, it may not be able to have its natural appearance terrifying.

Opportunism is no longer possible, as for running away .. If I had lost six legs, I dare say it could climb faster than it, but I had only one of them, and a seven-legged spider would be faster than my two-legged man.

It's not okay to run away, think about it, or only fight to the death.

As an adventurer, I don't like to fight very much, I just hope to find out the cause of my left arm, find a cure, and then take Phoenix, Cagalli, and Barbara to find a beautiful place to have a baby.

As for the idea of returning to the Azure Planet?

Cut, superficial.

I can only express my deep disdain for this: I grew up in an orphanage in my previous life, I was an otaku for 28 years, living in the haze and exhaust air, I can only masturbate at the screen, and I don't even have an object.

The shadow of the girl flashed in front of me in an instant, and a force poured out again: I must win, and there are girls waiting for me at home! I'm still a virgin!

Thinking of this, he gripped the hilt of the knife tightly again and rushed towards the spider.

The spider had wanted to stall for time, repair the wounds on his body with the green bodily fluid, and then fight me again.

So it kept staring at me with eight eyes, threatening to try to limit my movements.

Its intelligence is good, and its combat intentions are clear, but it is a pity that it does not take into account the problems between species.

If this method is used on spiders, it may work wonders, but when it is applied to me, it has no effect.

No matter how its eight eye bubbles are stared at, and how its two big claws are snarled, in my eyes, there is no distinction between clear eyebrows and roe head rats, spiders are spiders, and once they threaten me, they will either be crushed to death or killed.

Seeing me rushing up, it finally gave up its threats and intimidation, and its seven claws kept rising, and the sharp tips of its claws kept waving, ready to give this 'little bug' a fatal blow at any time.

Less than two steps apart, the knife was raised, blocking the first attack of the claws, and then with a sideways split, he slashed one of the spider's front paws, shaving off the tip of the front paws, it hissed in pain, and the two middle claws pierced my body, I dodged left and right, bypassed the attack of the two claws, swung the sword again, and slashed hard at its body.

In this way, a new round of grappling began.

The fight lasted for a short time, only twenty minutes, but I was injured several times as much as before.

A wound more than two inches long on my left leg, bleeding, and a small hole was also poked out on my right rib, fortunately, I retreated quickly that time, otherwise it would have pierced my heart!

Several parts of his clothes were scraped by the spider's claws, shattered into several pieces of cloth, and became an avant-garde beggar's suit.

"Damn, my clothes are torn again!"

I said indignantly: "Don't you know that beggars are not popular in the Zephyr Continent, don't you know that buying clothes is very expensive!" You spider with a broken leg, if you were on the Azure Planet, you would have been chopped up a long time ago, sprinkled with some salt, and joined the KFG package! ”

The knife in his hand kept colliding with the spider's claws.

In the process of collision, I found a very important clue, although one knife could not cut off its claws, but several consecutive slashes at the same position at the same time, the effect is very good.

Come to think of it, isn't that the same paw that I abolished before!

Although there is a way to kill the spider, the process is tortuous, and the spider's claws are extremely flexible, and it is very difficult to slash the same position in succession.

Then, I turned on the Sorrowful Urging Mode, where I hit the wound and dodged the attack with a jump.

After chopping for more than ten minutes, I finally cut off all five of the spider's long legs one by one, except for the left long leg and a pair of front paws that always protected the big crow.

I was already panting, sitting on the ground, I didn't even have the strength to lift the knife, the clothes that had already been soaked with sweat stuck to me, and my almost collapsed body didn't feel any discomfort.

I turned my head and looked at the eight compound eyes that the spider was waiting for me, my brows furrowed, and I scolded weakly: "You dare to stare at me after all this, believe it or not, if you have the strength for a while, I will chop you and chop it into a dish and eat it!" ”

However, the language barrier and the inability to communicate, the spider's eight compound eyes with hatred and fear kept staring at me all the time, and the mouth still hissed unwillingly.

However, I ignored it, and what was always in my mind was another question: the monsters on the eleventh floor were level five, and I was level six, at least one level higher than them, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be such a hard fight, but the truth is happening right in front of me, if it weren't for the strength of the weapon, maybe I would have become a spider's snack by now.

It's hard to do it. The dungeon has changed again?