"Ying!"
The Little Spider stood on Gary Smith's shoulder, looking down at the despairing Priest of the Netherland below, its slim white finger gave a slight hook.
Hiss!
From beneath the priest, the earth cracked open and an immense amount of spider silk shot out, binding and rapidly entangling him.
First his limbs, then the rest of his body, quickly transforming into a large cocoon. Just as the priest regained his senses and started yelling at Gary:
"You will regret this..."
Before he could finish, he was entirely encased in the silk, suspended in the air, immediately contracted, and a mist of blood sprayed everywhere.
Spider Silk Funeral!
The brutal method both frightened and relieved the villagers.
"Finally... it's over!"
"So, this is the genius-level Beastmaster? Didn't he only match the Primary Commander a few days ago? How can he now crush even the high-ranking priests?"
"Thank God the Alliance sent a Beastmaster, or we all would've been killed by these villains!"
