The First Dragon God-Chapter 78: The Apocalypse Only Cares About Survival

The sheer speed of the spiders’ movement was terrifying, its massive body skittering across the ground with shocking agility.

The sound of its legs striking the pavement was deafening, a rapid-fire barrage that echoed through the street.

Leo barely had time to react as one of the smaller spiders lunged toward him, its fangs aiming straight for his chest. He sidestepped at the last moment, bringing Nightshade down in a swift arc.

The blade sliced through one of its legs, black blood spraying across the ground as the creature let out a shrill screech of pain.

The wolf pack sprang into action, their growls echoing as they leapt at the spiders with ferocity.

Fiona lunged at one of the smaller creatures, her teeth sinking into its abdomen.

The spider thrashed violently, its legs flailing as it tried to shake her off, but Fiona held firm, tearing through its exoskeleton with brutal efficiency.

The scruffy man and his group were frozen in fear, their weapons trembling in their hands as the spiders closed in.

"Do something!" one of them shouted, his voice tinged with desperation.

Leo didn’t bother responding. He was already moving, weaving between the spiders with fluid movement.

Another spider lunged at him, its massive fangs snapping shut inches from his face.

He ducked low, driving Nightshade upward into its underbelly. The blade pierced through its tough exoskeleton, and the spider let out a choked screech before collapsing in a heap.

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The largest spider watched from its perch on the bus, its red eyes glinting with what seems to be intelligence. It let out a series of clicks, and the remaining spiders seemed to respond, shifting their movements to surround Leo and the group.

Leo’s heart pounded, but he didn’t let the panic take over. His mind worked quickly, analyzing their behavior. These things were coordinated—dangerously so. If he didn’t act fast, they’d be overwhelmed.

"Get it together!" Leo barked at the group, his voice cutting through the chaos. "If you stand there frozen, you’re as good as dead!"

One of the men snapped out of his daze, raising his crowbar with trembling hands. He swung wildly at a spider that lunged toward him, managing to hit one of its legs. The spider hissed, retreating briefly before circling back.

Leo gritted his teeth. These people were useless.

Just as he expected. The following moment, chaos erupted in full force. The street was alive with the skittering of spindly legs, the shrill screeches of monstrous spiders, and the desperate screams of those caught in the web of their own fear.

The acrid stench of venom and blood mingled with the metallic tang of blood, creating an oppressive cloud that hung heavy in the air.

Leo didn’t have the luxury to think. His muscles burned as he dodged another lunging spider, its dagger-like fangs narrowly missing his shoulder.

He retaliated with a swift swing of Nightshade, the dark blade cleaving through one of its legs.

Black blood sprayed onto the pavement, hissing as it corroded the surface. The spider shrieked and staggered back, but it wasn’t out of the fight.

To his left, Fiona let out a feral growl as she tore into another spider, her teeth shredding its abdomen. Her fur was matted with dark blood, but she moved with precision, her instincts guiding her through the chaos.

The wolf pack darted around her, their movements fluid as they worked together to bring down their prey. Yet even they were struggling; the spiders were faster and far more coordinated than them.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

Leo glanced over his shoulder to see one of the group; the man with the crowbar caught in the grip of a spider’s legs.

The creature’s glowing red eyes gleamed with malice as it raised the man into the air, his screams turning into a gurgling choke as its fangs plunged into his chest.

The man’s body convulsed violently before going limp, the spider dropping him like a broken toy.

Leo clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on Nightshade. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t.

Another spider lunged at him, forcing him to roll to the side and slash upward, carving through its underside. The creature screeched and collapsed, twitching as black blood pooled beneath it.

The group was crumbling. The scruffy man who had mocked Leo earlier swung his baseball bat wildly, his face pale with terror.

"Get away! Get away from me!" he screamed, his voice cracking.

But his swings were erratic, uncoordinated. A smaller spider darted in, its fangs sinking into his leg.

He howled in pain, dropping his weapon and falling to the ground. The spider wasted no time, dragging him away as his cries faded into silence.

"Damn it!" Leo growled, slashing through another spider that came too close. He couldn’t save them.

He couldn’t even try. Every time he turned his attention toward the group, another spider came for him, forcing him to fight for his own survival.

A woman from the group let out a shriek as she stumbled backward, her knife slipping from her grasp.

She tripped over a piece of rubble, landing hard on her back. Before she could scramble to her feet, a spider loomed over her, its fangs dripping with venom.

Her final scream was cut short as the creature plunged its fangs into her throat, the sound of her gurgling death sending chills down Leo’s spine.

The apocalypse was merciless, and it showed no leniency to the weak.

Leo knew this truth all too well, but seeing it unfold before his eyes stirred something in him.

Anger. Frustration. Helplessness.

He hated it. He hated being unable to protect them, even if they weren’t his responsibility.

"Focus," he muttered to himself, shaking off the emotions threatening to cloud his mind. He couldn’t afford distractions. Not now.

The largest spider let out a piercing screech, its massive form towering above the battlefield. It skittered toward Leo with terrifying speed, its glowing red eyes locked on him like a predator sizing up its prey.

Leo barely had time to react as it lunged, its front legs slamming into the ground where he had been standing moments before.

The force of the impact cracked the pavement, sending chunks of debris flying. Leo stumbled back, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his footing.

The spider reared up on its hind legs, its fangs gleaming as it prepared to strike. Leo gritted his teeth, bracing himself. When it lunged again, he dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.

He swung Nightshade in a wide arc, the blade slicing into one of the spider’s legs. The creature screeched in fury, black blood spraying from the wound, but it didn’t slow down.

It came at him again, relentless and unyielding. Leo ducked under another strike, driving his blade upward into its abdomen. The spider thrashed wildly, its massive body slamming into Leo and sending him sprawling across the ground.

He groaned, his ribs aching as he forced himself to his feet. The spider wasn’t done. It turned toward him, its red eyes glowing with rage. The air around it seemed to vibrate with its fury.

Fiona appeared out of nowhere, lunging at the spider’s side. Her teeth sank into its leg, and she held on tightly even as the creature tried to shake her off.

The wolf pack joined in, attacking from multiple angles. They tore at its legs, their jaws clamping down with savage ferocity.

"Good girl," Leo muttered, wiping the blood from his lip as he tightened his grip on Nightshade.

The spider screeched, its movements becoming more erratic as it tried to fend off the wolves. It lashed out with its massive legs, sending two of the wolves tumbling back. Fiona held on, refusing to let go even as the spider thrashed violently.

Leo seized the opportunity. He charged forward, his blade gleaming as he aimed for the creature’s head. The spider saw him coming and reared up, its front legs slamming down toward him.

Leo dove to the side, rolling to avoid the attack. He came up on one knee and swung Nightshade with all his strength, the blade slicing through one of its eyes. The creature let out a deafening screech, blood spraying from the wound.

But it wasn’t enough. The spider retaliated, its massive leg slamming into Leo and knocking him back. He hit the ground hard, pain radiating through his body as he struggled to breathe.

The spider loomed over him, its fangs bared as it prepared to deliver the killing blow.

"No, you don’t," Leo growled, forcing himself to his feet.

With a burst of speed, he lunged forward, dodging the spider’s strike at the last second. He drove Nightshade upward, the blade piercing through its underbelly and into its core.

The spider let out a final, earsplitting screech, its body convulsing violently before collapsing in a heap. Black blood pooled beneath it, the air filled with the stench of decay.

Leo stood over the creature, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His arms trembled from the effort, his body screaming in protest, but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t let his guard down, not yet.

The battlefield was eerily silent now, save for the labored breathing of Fiona and the remaining wolves.

The spiders were dead, their twisted forms scattered across the street. The group that had mocked Leo earlier was gone, their bodies lying broken and lifeless among the wreckage.

Leo exhaled slowly, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on him. The apocalypse didn’t care about fairness or mercy. It only cared about survival.