Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

"Servants of the Mother of Ten Thousand Limbs, devour them!"

Deep inside the tunnel, countless pairs of scarlet and eerie green eyes surged forth like a tide.

The rustling sound grew louder and louder, like thousands of withered leaves rubbing against rocks.

Shen Wen did not back down.

The curved sword was held horizontally in front of him, its blade glowing with an irregular, dark red light.

He took a step forward, and crimson sword energy exploded from the blade, transforming into a crescent-shaped red light that plowed into the sea of ​​eyes.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the sound of shells shattering was as dense as popping beans.

The green fluid exploded, splashing onto the stone walls and dome, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

The spiders in the front row were cut in half by the blade energy, their eight legs kicking wildly in the air, their corpses piled up into a low wall.

But the spiders behind them surged forward, stepping over the corpses of their companions, without slowing down in the slightest.

The second crimson blade aura followed, then the third, and the fourth.

With each swing of his sword, Shen Wen took a few steps forward. The rocks beneath his feet were slippery from the green fluid, and his boots made a sticky sound as he stepped on them.

The corpses of the spiders piled up on both sides of him, some not quite dead yet, their mouthparts still opening and closing, their sharp teeth gnawing at the air.

Deep within the tunnel, streaks of black light shot out, precisely striking Shen Wen's crimson blade energy.

Boom—Boom—Boom—

The two forces collided repeatedly in the center of the tunnel, and the shockwaves overturned the nearby cave spiders. Several were blasted into the dome and crashed down onto the other spiders, rolling into a heap.

Shen Wen frowned slightly, but did not stop walking.

One blade of energy after another was unleashed, ignoring where the black light came from, and pushing forward relentlessly.

Every strike landed on the most densely packed areas, and every slash of energy carved a bloody path through the swarm of demonic spiders.

Su Mu followed behind him, shield held in front of his chest, battle axe held horizontally on the edge of the shield.

Two spiders pounced from the side, their eight legs spread wide, and the sharp teeth in their mouthparts were clearly visible.

She turned to the side, her shield deflecting the first one, and her battle axe slashed upwards, the blade cutting into the abdomen of the second one. Green fluid spurted out, splashing onto the shield with a sizzling sound.

The Blood Bride floated beside Su Qingxuan, her dark red skull shimmering with red light.

She spotted a large spider, and in a flash appeared on its back, inserting her hands into the gaps in its carapace and tearing it apart.

The carapace was torn apart like paper, and the tissue inside was instantly drained by the Blood Bride's power. The corpse shriveled up, and its eight legs curled up into a ball.

Su Qingxuan was not idle.

Arcs of electricity crackled at the tip of the staff as lightning bolts struck one after another, landing precisely on the heads of the spiders that were trying to flank them.

The smell of burning blood mingled with the stench of blood in the tunnel, making one's throat tighten.

Jiang Youchu stood at the back of the group, the icy blue light on her staff flickering.

She didn't fire ice arrows as frequently as before, but instead swung her staff only once every ten seconds or so.

The frost impact exploded from the tip of the staff, and a fan-shaped blast of cold air swept across both sides of the tunnel. The first few spiders were frozen in place, their eight legs stiff. The spiders behind them crashed into them and rolled into a heap.

Lydia was shielded in the middle of the group, her hands tightly gripping the priest's staff, her lips constantly moving.

A holy white light spread from the tip of the staff, enveloping the five people like a thin film of water.

The white light seeped into my skin, easing my fatigue and making my breathing easier.

The five people and one spirit were like a sharp knife, cutting all the way in from the tunnel entrance.

The spider's corpse lay scattered on the ground behind them, its green fluids forming streams that flowed down the crevices of the rocks.

Deep inside the tunnel, that alluring voice rang out once more.

This time it was clearer than before, filled with barely suppressed anger, but even so, the voice was still melodious, like a song.

"You dare kill our people! All of you, attack! Avenge Nu'er!"

As soon as the words were spoken, slender figures emerged from the darkness deep within the tunnel.

Fallen elves.

Not just one or two, but more than a dozen.

Her long, silvery-white hair gleamed in the dim light, and her deep purple skin clung tightly to her body, accentuating her exaggerated curves.

They held staffs or scimitars in their hands, their eyes burning with dark red flames as they stared at Shen Wen and his group of five, like prey.

Beams of black light shot out from their palms, dense like a torrential rain, heading straight for Shen Wen and his group of five.

Su Mu immediately raised his shield.

The runes of the Shield of Steadfastness lit up, and a semi-transparent golden shield of light unfolded in front of the shield, blocking all the black light shooting towards the front of the team.

The black light collided with the light shield, like an ice cube being smashed into boiling water, sizzling and splashing up a cloud of dark red sparks.

With a wave of her staff, Jiang Youchu caused ice armor to condense on all five of them simultaneously.

A transparent, ice-blue armor covered the surface of the clothes, and a chill permeated the air. A layer of white frost formed on the rocks beneath their feet.

Lydia's prayers grew more urgent. Holy light surged from the tip of her staff, enveloping the ice armor in a pale golden shimmer.

With two layers of protection stacked on top of each other, the black light that had slipped through the shield was mostly blocked by the ice armor, and the rest was neutralized by the holy light membrane, leaving only a slight stinging sensation on the body.

Shen Wen ignored the black light.

His gaze passed over the swarm of spiders and the fallen elves, landing at the deepest part of the tunnel.

There was a person standing there.

She was half a head taller than the other fallen elves, with long, silvery-white hair that reached her waist, the ends of which curled naturally and cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

His deep purple skin gleamed like jade in the dim light, his features were so exquisite they seemed unreal, and his eyes held a haughty indifference.

She wore a deep purple robe with the neckline open, revealing her delicate collarbone and deep cleavage.

The robe was cinched tightly at the waist, perfectly outlining her slender waist and hips.

The hem was slit up to the upper thigh, and with each step, her long, fair legs with a hint of pale purple were faintly visible.

She stood at the very back of the fallen elf procession, holding a bone-white scepter with a fist-sized dark red gem at its top.

It was a whole size larger than the gems on the previous fallen elf scepters, and the red light sealed inside seemed to be alive and flowing.

The Fallen High Priest.

Shen Wen withdrew his gaze and could only say that he truly lived up to his reputation as the High Priest.

It's really big.

Only Jiang Youchu could crush one of them, no, several of them.

"I'm going to kill that guy," he said.

Su Qingxuan glanced at him and nodded.

Su Mu moved half a body to the side, tilting his shield to block the incoming black light.

Jiang Youchu waved her staff, and a frost impact swept across the front, freezing a group of charging demonic spiders.

Shen Wen made a move.

With three swift swings of the scimitar, three crimson blade energies exploded in a fan shape, tearing open three gashes in the swarm of demonic spiders blocking his path.

He didn't wait for the openings to close, but stepped into the middle crack, his boots landing on the spider's corpse, green fluid splashing all over his trousers.

The fallen high priest saw Shen Wen charging towards him alone and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

She raised her scepter, and the dark red gem at the top of the scepter flashed brightly.

"Surround and kill this human."

The sound wasn't loud, but every fallen elf in the tunnel heard it.

The fallen elves who were attacking Su Qingxuan and the others turned around at the same time, pointing their staffs and scimitars at Shen Wen.

Black light shot in from all directions, as dense as a net.

Shen Wen did not dodge.

Activate the sheet metal.

The skin surface gleamed with a dull metallic sheen, like it was covered with an invisible armor.

The black lights crashed in, making a dull thud, like a stone hitting an iron plate.

Several blows hit his shoulders, burning holes in his clothes, but leaving only a few faint red marks on his skin.

He kept walking, passing through the net of black light, and was less than twenty meters away from the fallen high priest.

The high priest's cold smile froze for a moment.

She clearly hadn't expected this human to withstand a volley of fire from over a dozen fallen elves and charge right up to her.

But she quickly realized what was happening and slammed her scepter on the ground.

The dark red gem at the tip of the staff exploded into a burst of blood-red light. The light fell to the ground, like ink dripping into clear water, and quickly spread in all directions.

The rocky ground was eroded with black lines, which twisted and intertwined as if they were alive, forming a large net in the blink of an eye.

Black tentacles emerged from the mesh.

It didn't emerge from the ground, but grew directly from those black lines.

The tentacles were about the thickness of an arm, with smooth surfaces and a wet, eerie sheen, like the skin of some deep-sea creature.

They twisted and tangled in the air, surging towards Shen Wen.

The targets were his ankles, wrists, waist, and anus.

Shen Wen felt a chill run up his spine. It wasn't fear, it was pure nausea.

"Nausea."

This thing must be some kind of elf from the world of eroge!

The dark red light on the scimitar surged, and the Fiery Blade was unleashed at its maximum power. He sidestepped the first tentacle, and with a horizontal slash, the second tentacle was severed cleanly at the root. Black liquid spurted from the cut, splashing onto the rocks and hissing.

But there are too many tentacles.

Seven or eight tendrils simultaneously coiled up from different directions, some piercing his chest from the front, some wrapping around his wrists from the side, and some crawling along the ground and rocks towards his ankles.

Shen Wen mentally marked the fallen high priest with a mark of execution.

An invisible force spread from the blade, like an unseen net covering the high priest.

Her body stiffened slightly, and her movements paused slightly.

The killing intent was unleashed at the same moment.

It wasn't a test; it was an crushing defeat.

Shen Wen's mental power was like an invisible hammer, smashing down on the High Priest's consciousness head-on.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and the cold composure on her face finally shattered, revealing the horror beneath.

The tentacles' offensive slowed down at that moment.

Shen Wen seized the opportunity and unleashed a flurry of slashes with his curved blade.

The blade flashed, drawing a circle around him. All six tentacles were severed at the root, and black liquid exploded, splattering all over him.

His clothes were corroded with countless tiny holes, and his skin felt like it was being pricked with needles, but the double protection of the iron plate and ice armor prevented the liquid from really hurting him.

He took a step forward, passing through the remnants of the tentacles, and appeared before the fallen high priest.

The curved blade slashed down.

The high priest raised his scepter to parry. The bone-white scepter clashed with the dark red blade, sparks flying.

She was not as strong as Shen Wen, and she was shaken so badly that she slid back half a step, her boots leaving two white marks on the rocks.

But she didn't fall.

With a turn of the scepter, the dark red gem at the head of the scepter lit up once more.

This time it wasn't tentacles, but a beam of black light thicker than ever before, shooting out of the gemstone and heading straight for Shen Wen's face.

Shen Wen turned his head, and the black light grazed past his ear, striking the stone wall behind him and blasting a crater the size of a washbasin.

Gravel flew everywhere, and several pieces hit his back, only to be deflected by the sheet metal.

His second cut had already been made.

The curved blade slashed horizontally, its target the high priest's slender waist.

The high priest's scepter pressed down, then opened again.

The sound of metal clashing exploded in the tunnel, causing the nearby fallen elves to cover their ears.

The high priest took three steps back before finally regaining his balance.

She stared at Shen Wen, her beautiful eyes no longer filled with surprise, but with an almost frenzied fighting spirit.

"court death!"

Her voice was forced out of her throat, no longer as melodious as before, but a wild, hoarse sound.