Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 878: Worry-Free, Three Lives (6)

It felt like falling into a spider's lair, but not just any spider—a mutated one.

Especially the largest of the spider monsters, which suddenly began crawling across the ceiling, saliva dripping from its massive jaws.

The saliva landed on the floor, instantly corroding the surface and emitting white smoke.

Cythacyl suddenly warned, "Be careful, this is one of Tu Shenyi's terrifying experiments! The acid it spits can easily corrode even alloys, and it can reproduce many small spiders. These spiders move fast and are highly venomous. If you're caught, it's no joke."

"It's already caught us," Luo Qiu said, shaking his head.

Cythacyl froze, then looked around in horror. The green light he'd released for illumination was limited in range but moved as they did. Not only above them, but even below... The terrifying small spiders had surrounded them without their notice. These "small" spiders were each the size of two fists.

They had formed a dense circle around Luo Qiu and Cythacyl, trapping them. Cythacyl took a nervous step back, but as he retreated closer to Luo Qiu, the spiders tightened the circle.

Suddenly, a small spider dropped right in front of Cythacyl. He quickly slashed his hand in front of him, tearing the spider apart.

Luo Qiu noticed that Cythacyl's fingers had turned sharp, like cones, with blood vessels bulging—some sort of body enhancement.

But the moment Cythacyl ripped apart the first spider, the others sprang into action. They moved with incredible speed, swarming toward Cythacyl's feet in the blink of an eye.In the next instant, a swarm of spiders had covered Cythacyl's entire body, wrapping him completely.

Cythacyl's screams echoed as he struggled in pain, collapsing to the ground. More spiders swarmed over him, forming a small "mound" on the floor.

It seemed one was already down. All the spiders, including the giant one, turned their attention to Luo Qiu.

The mass of spiders, dense like an army of desert ants, started closing in on him.

The giant spider above lowered its body, revealing a maw full of venomous fangs—large enough to swallow a grown man’s head.

Its eight eyes focused entirely on Luo Qiu.

When the first small spider touched his shoe, starting to crawl up his body, Luo Qiu said, "Don't mess around."

The giant spider’s eight eyes blinked simultaneously.

Luo Qiu continued, "Stay quiet."

All the spiders, including the giant one, blinked again. Luo Qiu pointed at several nearby water tanks and said, "Stay inside."

Immediately, the spider on his shoe crawled back down, and the rest dispersed, retreating like a black wave into the water tanks, as if returning home.

It was unclear how so many spiders fit into just a few tanks, but once they had, only the giant spider remained.

The giant spider dropped from the ceiling, blinked its eyes, and then frantically jumped into one of the tanks—who knows how many smaller spiders it crushed in the process.

Luo Qiu walked over to where Cythacyl had fallen, finding only a heavily damaged black vest. He picked it up, glanced at it, and saw no trace of Cythacyl.

"Disappeared pretty quickly," Luo Qiu muttered, throwing the vest to the ground. He glanced at one of the tanks.

The giant spider peeked its head out but quickly retreated when Luo Qiu looked in its direction.

Luo Qiu surveyed the area, found an exit, and left.

The giant spider peeked out again, seeing that Luo Qiu had vanished. It drooped its head—though not much went on inside it, the spider was still pondering a question.

How long do I have to stay here? When can I come out? I'm so frustrated! I just made my entrance! What can I do?

Maybe I should stay hidden. That guy... is terrifying!!

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Zombies are incredibly powerful. Though their movements are slow, once they detect a target to attack, it’s as if an engine inside them kicks into overdrive, and they go berserk.

Especially when encountering someone like Aamon, who is full of fresh blood and flesh—though he’s an old man, his vigorous life force is the ultimate lure for zombies!

One by one, the zombies poured in, only to fall under Aamon’s blade. This old man had extensive combat experience and knew how to deal maximum damage to each zombie.

But there were too many zombies. Soon, Aamon found himself cornered by a table—he could retreat no further, as he needed to protect Elizabeth.

Elizabeth, battling her own vampiric instincts, was delirious and unaware of the chaos outside.

"Tu Shenyi! Is this your doing?" Aamon shouted in fury as he cut down another zombie. "If you can’t give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll drive my sword through your heart!"

Though he knew the shout was in vain, his fear and rage demanded an outlet.

Aamon raised his sword, a faint glow beginning to shimmer along the blade... but suddenly, he gasped in pain, collapsing to the ground. He clutched his chest, barely holding himself up with his sword.

"Of all times... it had to be now..."

The powerful former Holy Knight of the Round Table, one of the Twelve, could no longer withstand the relentless passage of time—his body had long started to deteriorate, especially in recent years with increasingly frequent heart attacks.

A zombie took the opportunity to charge at Aamon, instantly knocking him to the ground and rolling him a few meters away.

A surge of metallic-tasting blood rose to Aamon's throat... his internal organs were likely damaged. But just as the blood was about to spill from his mouth, Aamon forcefully held it back, swallowing the blood painfully while widening his eyes in sheer agony.

His mouth remained tightly shut, making breathing more difficult. Aamon glanced at Elizabeth, and only then did he relax a little.

These zombies were drawn to fresh blood and flesh, but at that moment, Elizabeth's vampire blood was in its most active state, overshadowing her human traits, causing the zombies to temporarily ignore her.

But if Aamon were bitten to death by the zombies, he could easily imagine what would follow—these creatures had no reason or logic!

Gritting his teeth, Aamon decisively took out the vial that Cythacyl had given him and poured its contents into his mouth without hesitation. The product from the Magician's Association indeed had mysterious effects.

In an instant, the stabbing pain in his heart eased, and strength surged through his limbs once more!

It felt as if he had returned to his youth!

Aamon sprang to his feet, sword in hand, and swiftly sliced a zombie in half. The surge of strength not only restored his stamina but even allowed him to unleash sword techniques he hadn’t been able to use in a long time.

He was no longer one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table. Ever since he had betrayed their code, he had lost the protection of the Paladin’s ancient powers—but even without them, he remained formidable.

With his regained strength, Aamon charged into the zombie horde, wielding his sword like a silver flash. His swordsmanship, once the fastest and most precise among the Paladins, earned him the title of "Silver Lightning."

The massacre was one-sided, and when the last zombie fell under Aamon’s blade, he finally let out a long breath, the power slowly fading from his body. The potion's effects couldn’t last long, but even a fraction of his peak strength was remarkable.

However, a new wave of zombies appeared.

Aamon’s face turned pale. Having fought zombies in his youth, he knew their true terror wasn’t their strength, but their sheer, endless numbers, overwhelming their enemies and draining their stamina.

Back then, countless Paladin trainees had fallen to these endless zombie armies.

"We can’t stay here."

The thought crossed Aamon’s mind as he prepared to get Elizabeth out of there—yet when he turned, he froze in place, his expression no longer just fear but utter shock!

Elizabeth had collapsed to the floor, having fallen from the table. Beside her was a small bottle, its contents spilled out—pure vampire blood, meant to satiate Elizabeth's hunger.

When had it fallen out... during the heart attack when the zombie hit him?

Aamon looked in horror as Elizabeth’s eyes suddenly shot open, her vampire instincts triggered by the exposed blood. This was the final straw that would suppress her human will!

Elizabeth flipped over and crawled toward the spilled blood.

"Elizabeth! No!!" Aamon cried out in despair.

But it was too late—when the pure blood touched her lips, Elizabeth's head jerked back as though a lion had awakened!

She bared her fangs, a low, guttural growl rising from her throat.

"Elizabeth..." Aamon coughed up blood at that moment.

The blood he had been holding back, fearing it would trigger Elizabeth’s reaction, finally came out. But it was too late.

The blood, now fully in control, granted Elizabeth terrifying strength. Aamon was powerless to stop her.

She crawled toward Aamon like a predator, and he instinctively took two steps back.

He wasn't sure if he could still restrain Elizabeth in her current state. A sense of hopelessness washed over Aamon as his face turned ashen.

The spilled blood didn’t just provoke Elizabeth—it also drove the second wave of zombies into a frenzy. They roared and lunged at Aamon, abandoning all caution.

But this seemed to infuriate Elizabeth.

She jerked her head toward the charging zombies, and suddenly, red vapor-like energy emanated from her body.

Instead of attacking Aamon, Elizabeth leaped into the zombie horde.

Elizabeth, having activated her vampire blood, wielded immense power. Each time, Aamon had to drain his years of accumulated strength to barely wake her—but never defeat her.

"Elizabeth..."

Aamon collapsed, the potion’s effects worn off, leaving him drained and barely able to control his body.

His vision blurred, but he could see her small figure tearing through the zombies with brute force.

"Elizabeth..."

At last, Aamon could no longer hear the zombies, nor could he see Elizabeth. She had not returned for him.

Perhaps, with the last shred of her humanity, she had chosen to leave, seeking another source of blood instead of Aamon.

He hoped for this... but he also despaired, knowing he was powerless to stop any of it.

Suddenly, Aamon felt a sharp pain in his body. Screaming, he realized a zombie was biting into his leg!

The zombie’s body was mostly gone, just a chest and a left arm, yet it still had the strength to move.

Elizabeth hadn’t killed the second wave of zombies; she had merely torn through them and left.

The maimed zombies—some missing limbs, others just heads and torsos—crawled toward Aamon, biting into his feet, legs, arms, and waist, sending waves of unbearable pain through his weakened body. Aamon let out scream after scream.