Chapter 167: Silk Trap (3)
Neha performed a vertical crunch and stabbed one of the spider's countless eyes. The spider let out a screech and tried to run, only for her to grab it with her free hand and keep stabbing it.
Seven stabs to the head.
That's how much strength it took for her to kill one spiderling.
As the spider's corpse fell to the ground, Blaze looked at it eagerly before shaking his head.
"Can you try not to make scrambled eggs out of their brains?" he asked, looking above.
"Why don't you come here and do it yourself?" Neha yelled back as another spiderling appeared. "These are babies either way. They can't produce enough silk to trap birds."
Fester climbed back onto Blaze's shoulder, looking above just like him.
"Skr…"
"Yeah… she talks too much."
For every spiderling Neha killed, two more appeared. It was causing trouble for her, yet the mother of these rogue children was nowhere in sight.
Blaze scratched his chin, wondering what was taking so long. Since the spiderlings were struggling against a strong prey, the mother should have appeared a while back.
"Hide," Blaze said, squatting down.
Fester immediately hid in his pockets as Blaze shot up into the air. Simultaneously, his tendrils shot towards the nearby trees, wrapping around them.
Since killing the spiderlings wasn't enough to garner their mother's attention, he decided to cause chaos by himself.
"Let's see how long will you ignore me now."
Blaze's muscles bulged as he pulled on his tendrils. The ground shook as tree roots shot out of the swampy soil. Entire trees covered in spider silk, along with the egg incubators, were pulled along with his strength.
Bodies wrapped in spider silk came loose and crashed on the ground. Some were lucky and exploded upon impact with the ground. The others just watched as trees fell over them, crushing them to death.
Neha looked downwards, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"What are you doing?!" she yelled. "Didn't you say you only wanted to catch their mother and not alert the entire hive?"
"That was then," Blaze replied. "This is now."
"You're a psychopath!"
"Took you long enough to realize that."
While chatting, he ripped another tree, sending it crashing onto another. The constant crashes were too loud to ignore. Even Cyclops felt them and instinctively sent its vines to protect its farm.
"Come on!" he yelled into the dark. "You won't even show up to protect your house?"
Out of nowhere, Neha saw smoke rising into the air. Something was burning where the trees had fallen.
"Blaze… what did you do with the torches?" she asked.
"…"
He looked down and then back at her. The silk… was on fire, and so were the trees wrapped in it.
"…why are you like this?"
Neha smacked her forehead, only to feel something wet and sticky covering her hands.
"What's this…?"
A drop of sticky fluid fell on her hand as she watched. She looked above, only to see several eyes staring back at them.
"Blaze…"
"What?"
"Blaze!"
"What?!" he yelled, looking above. The light from the fire showed a menacing beast staring at him. "Look who finally decided to show herself… wait, how many of you are there?"
"Skr."
"Seven? That's it?"
"Skrrr."
"Seventy?"
Before Fester could reply, a spider, half the size of an average human, shot towards Blaze. It was the first look he got at a fully grown spider, and it looked as bit revolting as he had imagined.
Without wasting time, Blaze grabbed it with his claws and tossed it over his shoulder straight into the fire below.
Not learning their lesson, three more of them jumped at him, shooting out webs. Blaze sliced off the threads with Necrophage before pinning the spiders to the free trees that remained and began pummeling them with his tendrils.
The spiders were turned into a gooey mess right before their mother. But instead of the mother spider, his actions triggered another female.
"Why are you killing them now?" Neha yelled, throwing a tantrum as usual. "Rules for thee, but not for me, huh?"
A tendril shot towards Neha. She moved sideways to dodge before staring back at him.
"What do you think—?"
"Skree!"
Before she could complete her words, Fester ran over to her, scaring the shit out of her.
"Argh! Take the rat back! I swear I won't say another word!"
"That should keep her quiet for a while. Now then, what will you do?"
Instead of attacking him, the spiders formed a circle around their mother. They were trying to protect her. It was the little ones who struck him from the sides. They crawled up to him, using his own tendrils.
"Swarm tactics," Blaze mumbled. "Nice idea, but it won't work on me."
He retracted the tendrils, falling towards the fire below. The spiderlings lost their foothold and tumbled down with him. They fell into the fire, making popping sounds akin to those of popcorn.
"I wonder if they taste the same?" Blaze thought and shot a tendril into another tree.
The tendril wrapped around the thick branch as Blaze swung around it before letting go. All his momentum from falling now shot him back up like an arrow.
The spiders hurried to surround their mother, but it was too late. Their defense was weak as he easily broke through them, kicking the so-called mother right in the head.
As he shot further up, a tendril coiled around Mother Spider's head as Blaze ripped her away from her overprotective children and flung her over the canopy.
If not him, then the fall from such a height would bring her down a notch. Branches snapped like twigs under the force of the throw.
Her legs flailed around as she shot out of the canopy. She even shot out webs, but there was nothing for her to hold on to. The mother let out a loud screech as gravity pulled her down.
With the trees around, she could latch onto them to break her fall. But Blaze didn't let her.
He was waiting for her to fall, and when she did, he jumped on her back, binding her legs with a tendril, while the others beat the living shit out of the spider.
Punch after punch drove into her skull. Green blood splattered across his arms and chest as he beat the creature to within an inch of its life. After all, he didn't want to kill her, just knock her unconscious.
"How else will I turn you into my personal silk producing factory?"