"It's okay. Others will comfort them if you die..."
In the church where spiders placed dozens of spider statues, more than thirty players looked at the abyssal spidermen who wiped the altar in horror.
The oil lamp emitted a dim light.
Their upper bodies were of an elf. And their lower parts were of a spider statue. They looked particularly ferocious and terrifying in the dim environment.
It was like an evil god looked down on them as far as the eye could see.
A burly player with a full beard said in a low voice, "Don't f*ck with me anymore. Did you forget what that NPC said? As soon as the ritual begins, we'll take those things out. It will destroy the ritual at that time!"
The players suddenly quieted down and turned to look at the bearded player.
All gritted their teeth.
"Brother Long, do you believe that shameless old dog?"
The bearded player said in a deep voice.
