Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 844 - 91 He Fired His Last Bullet

"He’s definitely not human; that thing is a monster wearing human skin!"

Smith’s loyal servant, Simba, delivered the most accurate evaluation of him.

At first, following this mysterious Eastern samurai, everyone’s hearts were filled with unease and trepidation.

Because the weapons in their hands were completely useless against these monsters from the bottomless abyss. Bullets would graze their skin, causing only superficial wounds, and it was only the thunderous noise that managed to scare the monsters away.

But they quickly realized the weapon in the hands of that Eastern samurai was on an entirely different level compared to the glorified sticks in their own hands.

Not long after entering the Net Path, they once again encountered an ambush from a spider swarm.

The Spider God’s followers came in two forms: the first were giant, unintelligent beasts, capable of creating frost, earning them the nickname "Cold Spiders" among the locals.

The second were the daughters of the Spider God, capable of freely switching between human and spider forms. These beings possessed human-level intelligence, were cruel and cunning, and excelled at using schemes to torment and play with their prey.

But regardless of which type of spider they were, in front of that Eastern samurai, there was not even a sliver of resistance.

He didn’t even need to fire. He waited for the spiders to charge at him, then plunged his blade straight into their throats, turning their brains and spinal cords into a pulpy mess.

Their tough, chitin-covered exoskeletons, seemingly impenetrable, were no match for his razor-sharp blade, while their strength paled in comparison to his overwhelming power.

The spider swarm screeched, surging forward wave after wave, only to be effortlessly slaughtered like vegetables under his blade.

Apart from spitting webs from the shadows, the spider swarm had almost no way to slow his advance.

The expedition team followed in his wake, trembling, barely able to keep up, passing through corpse after corpse of gigantic spiders, with hardly any chance to lift their own weapons.

After much difficulty, Simba mustered the courage to shine his lamp into a corner, discovering a naked spider-woman sprawled in a crevice, her eyes rolled back, frothing at the mouth.

The creature had been scared insane—alive!

This scene left an indelible mark on the minds of the expedition team. Even the self-proclaimed tough-guy ex-soldier Duke had to admit that the Eastern kid was more terrifying than the monsters themselves.

Having slaughtered over a hundred giant spiders, his pace hadn’t slowed in the slightest. Meanwhile, the expedition team, burdened with mules, struggled to keep up. One of the mules was so frightened it urinated everywhere, almost delaying their progress completely.

Wang Yunxiao merely felt like he’d just begun to warm up.

To be honest, those spiders only looked terrifying; they weren’t actually much of a challenge. Their sheer size meant they couldn’t evolve heavy armor, and their brains weren’t exactly advanced either.

Creatures like that belong in horror flicks without any extraordinary powers involved.

In the future, certain fragile women consistently feared this and that, fainting at the sight of spiders or rats, completely forgetting that upright apes are the scariest creatures on this earth.

The arrogance and madness of those spider-women when they charged earlier, now replaced by hopeless despair and terror. But what could they do? Their god was spurring them on from behind. Any act of retreat or cowardice would only result in an even more horrific curse and punishment.

Their webs and venom provided Wang Yunxiao with only minor inconveniences—barely worth mentioning. The webs? He shredded them effortlessly and even had spare time to weave a rope to securely tie the Little Witch on his back.

The venom? It splattered harmlessly off the Special Service Bureau’s latest armor. Tailored to resist water, fire, and toxins, the armor had incredibly high resistance to both poisons and gases.

They even tried casting magic, but it was equally ineffective against Wang Yunxiao.

There was no need to form an array; his own cultivation resistance nullified the effects.

This kind of thing... well, let’s put it this way—back in ancient cartoons, the male lead would bleed two liters of nose blood just from seeing a girl’s panties. If you dared to write something that outdated decades later, the audience would only think you were scraping the bottom of the barrel and had run out of ideas.

Come on, ladies. Even the Blood Cup Sect is creating artificial Liliths now. Mu Yusheng has mastered the Bike Escape Skill, and the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations can deliver cross-dimensional, full-screen AOE attacks...

And here you are, still conjuring fireballs and toxin clouds?

It’s no wonder the Spider God keeps getting bullied and having their lands forcibly taken.

Fall behind, and you’ll just get beaten.

After killing enough spiders, Wang Yunxiao began to notice differences among them.

Some spider-women had web-shaped marks on their foreheads. When they transformed into spiders, they bore more hair, identifying them as ancient breeds, their minds already completely shaped into those of spiders. They blindly charged forward, screaming praises to the greatness of the Spider God.

They simply sent themselves to their deaths, one after another.

Other spider-women, without the web-shaped marks, appeared younger and more energetic, seemingly more clear-headed. They could analyze the situation and design traps.

But clarity of mind also meant they understood what fear was.

When all the older spider-women were slaughtered, the morale of the younger ones completely collapsed. Forced to charge by the Spider God, they struggled, screamed, and cried miserably as they were driven to their deaths.

Their pitiful state stirred a trace of guilt in Wang Yunxiao’s heart.

But there was no choice—they couldn’t resist the will of their god.

The tragic plights of these spider-women reminded Wang Yunxiao of the witches of the Candy Faction he had encountered previously in the fishing village outside the city.

At first, they laughed and joked, treating war like a game, only to learn a harsh lesson from mortars, lying limbless on the ground crying for their mothers.

Hunting and warfare are utterly different things.

Any beast existing within the natural food chain has an instinct for hunting. But war is an invention of advanced civilizations—an extinction plan without the need to satisfy hunger.

Anyone stepping onto the battlefield without enough experience or preparation has only one outcome: death.

The Spider God clearly still struggled to adapt to warfare or was attempting to adapt by raising these high-intelligence spider-women. But it was far from enough.

The sharp crack of breaking metal echoed—his rifle’s bayonet snapped along with the scalding barrel.

No matter how advanced the Liuyun Rifle was, it wasn’t designed for prolonged close combat. Despite Wang Yunxiao’s cautious control of his strength, after a grueling half-hour-long battle, all his spare bullets were spent, and even his weapon’s durability had reached its limit.

The spider-woman, who had already closed her eyes, resigned to death, suddenly opened them in astonishment. Staring at the broken weapon before her, she let out a gleeful scream: "You’re out of bullets! Your gun is useless now!"