Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 22: Moon Realm Worship

Translator: CKtalon

“You…”

Sigmonds pointed at the person in front of him with a trembling finger and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

“Don’t worry. He won’t die,” William-who had drawn his sword-said calmly.

As if to verify his words, the youth named Colt coughed.

“How did he…”

The remaining half of Sigmonds’s sentence was blocked by the straight sword that had stabbed into his throat. The person who called himself the Presiding Judge looked down at him, and a faint silver light seeped out of his eyes.

A magic chanter…

This person is a magic chanter.

It was a strange feeling to have an iron sword deep inside his throat. Sigmonds found it difficult to breathe, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

What happened?

Chi…

The sword was pulled out of his throat. He subconsciously touched his throat, but he realized that there was no blood on his hand.

A strange feeling of something crawling deep in his throat surged. Intense nausea made him kneel on the ground and vomit with both hands on the ground.

Mixed with saliva, gastric juices, and blood, a palm-sized spider spat out from his mouth. The moment it fell to the ground, it curled up into a ball and trembled slightly. Soon, it stopped struggling.

Colt-who had fallen to the ground beside him-was also coughing violently. Sigmonds turned to look at him. Amidst the youth’s panting cough, a curled-up spider was also coughed out.

“What’s that?”

“Look at where you are now,” William said.

Sigmonds looked up and saw everything not far away.

In his memory, this should be the narrow passageway in Mine Path #9.

But now, he was at the door of a hall.

A small mountain of skulls stood in the middle of the hall, and more than ten glowing spirits floated in the air. The tapping of the shovels had stopped at some point, and dozens of miners stopped what they were doing and looked at the three of them.
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And in front of the mountain of skulls were three goddess statues that emitted an indescribably foul aura.

One was a statue of a voluptuous girl with a beautiful face, but her skin was festering; one was a statue of an empress wrapped in a tattered black robe with eight spider legs on her back and a silver crown on her head, and the last was a statue of a dancer covered in a layer of alluring gauze. Half of her face was that of a wrinkled elder, and the other half was that of a young and beautiful girl.

“Mine Path #7? That ruin? How is this possible? I remember I was clearly in #9…”

Sigmonds muttered to himself before his gaze landed on the spider he had spat out.

“Because of this?”

“The Soul-Ingesting Spider Demon will occupy a place filled with conspiracies. Once it parasitizes a person’s body, it can distort their understanding,” William replied.

“In addition, you should be glad that you haven’t been parasitized for too long. They haven’t built a nest in your body. Otherwise, even Judgment 2 wouldn’t be able to save you.”

As he spoke, he swung the straight sword in his hand, leaving a line of dark-green liquid on the ground.

Judgment 2 was probably referring to the name of the weapon in his hand.