"It’s neither blending nor alchemy?" Frode’s curiosity intensified. He wanted to continue questioning, but at this moment, Angel raised an eyebrow and looked towards the distant Star Lake Castle: "Little Sam has begun to counterattack."
Little Sam had been running away, looking completely panicked, at a loss.
Frode was certain that Little Sam would absolutely not succeed in this test. Yet unexpectedly, after nearly an hour, the constantly hiding and evading Little Sam actually counterattacked?
Frode’s attention was immediately drawn to the situation at Star Lake Castle.
With Frode’s capabilities, it was extremely difficult to see what was happening inside Star Lake Castle. However, Angel used illusions to present the situation within the castle before him.
After seeing what happened inside, Frode’s eyes lit up: "Nice, nice, Little Sam timed it very well!"
The moment Little Sam counterattacked was precisely the moment when the ripples of holy light surged.
The purification of the holy light ripples was extremely thin and had little effect on Lady Cilla, but Lady Cilla was focused on hunting Little Sam and had not thought she would suddenly come under attack. The appearance of the holy light ripples made her lose focus for a moment.
Ordinary people probably would find it difficult to capture this moment.
But Little Sam’s reaction speed far exceeded that of ordinary people. The moment he felt Lady Cilla’s pressure lessen, he immediately charged toward her, launching his first and only counterattack—
Time rewinds to half an hour earlier.
In the second-floor corridor of the castle, after nearly half an hour of running, Little Sam hadn’t even achieved the basic goal of ’reaching the ground floor lobby.’
He repeatedly encountered soul blindness.
Thinking he was going down when he was actually going up. Thinking he was moving away from that terrifying undead with a human head and spider body, only to see it the next second when he looked up.
It can be said that during this half hour, Little Sam repeatedly hovered on the edge of death.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, his face pale, with blood stains and grime covering his body, making him look extremely miserable.
Under this high psychological and physiological pressure, Little Sam was on the verge of collapse. But his strong survival instincts made him pull back from the brink every time.
After running for almost half an hour and only getting to the second floor, Little Sam knew it was absolutely impossible for him to outrun Lady Cilla. The only solution now was self-preservation.
Forcing himself to calm down, Little Sam’s rationality returned. He began analyzing the current situation.
Although his contact time with Lady Cilla’s undead was very short, he could see that Lady Cilla did not intend to kill him immediately.
This does not mean Lady Cilla had any benevolence; rather, it indicated she harbored a more intense and deep malice toward Little Sam.
She didn’t kill Little Sam the moment she appeared simply because she wanted to watch his fear and screams during his escape, tormenting and brutally killing him under high pressure.
During previous chases and escapes, Little Sam frequently appeared within Lady Cilla’s attack range. The opponent didn’t kill him outright, and at the time, he faintly sensed Lady Cilla’s intention to torture him.
At that moment, Little Sam felt chills down his spine.
But recalling it now, his only chance of survival was actually to exploit Lady Cilla’s reluctance to kill him immediately, preferring to torment him!
Little Sam gritted his teeth and conducted an experiment.
While running, he deliberately stumbled, spraining his foot, and suddenly fell to the ground.
Instead of immediately getting up, Little Sam put on an extremely terrified expression, his whole body trembling, slowly turning his head... And then he saw Lady Cilla at an arm’s length.
Lady Cilla’s face remained as beautiful as the picture, she wasn’t twisted and grotesque like the other undead he had seen before.
A flawless, pretty face.
The only thing linking her to the undead was those eyes, seemingly burning with green flames in the dark.
However, below Lady Cilla’s neck wasn’t graceful; it wasn’t a human body but transformed into a giant spider with fine bristles and terrifying patterns. The spider’s abdomen even had a mouth full of fangs.
At such a close distance, Little Sam felt his heart skip a beat. Lady Cilla, however, smiled gently, slowly raising a foreleg filled with barbs, and fiercely swung it towards Little Sam.
In deep terror, Little Sam instinctively raised a hand to block. But his strength, compared to Lady Cilla’s, was like comparing a firefly to the moonlight. His hand split open, bone-deep, and he was forcefully thrown back by a powerful force, crashing into the wall several meters away.
With a loud bang, Little Sam hit the ground hard.
Muffled and pained cries came from Little Sam’s mouth, which pleased Lady Cilla in the distance.
Yet despite his fearful demeanor and exposed emotions, Little Sam’s mind was extremely calm.
This experiment once again confirmed his hypothesis; even when close enough that Lady Cilla could kill him at any time, she didn’t deliver the killing blow.
Even though his hand was bloody, he still had the strength to run.
Lady Cilla clearly intended to keep him running until he was utterly terrified, only then beginning her slaughter.
Little Sam didn’t defy Lady Cilla’s wishes; seeing her approach, he got up without hesitation and ran again.
He knew he had to keep running; that’s when Lady Cilla wouldn’t deliver a killing blow.
Moreover, he wanted to experiment on something else.
While running, Little Sam showed extreme unease and fear, occasionally looking back to check how far Lady Cilla was.
Lady Cilla was very satisfied with this reaction.
But what she didn’t know was that when Little Sam glanced back, he was observing Lady Cilla’s trajectory.
Little Sam’s left hand suffered a bone-deep injury, with blood dripping onto the floor. He watched whether Lady Cilla would walk over the bloody areas on the floor.
The experiment excited him; Lady Cilla bypassed the blood stains!
Where she couldn’t avoid stepping, she stomped hard but frowned as if stepping on the filthiest thing.
This confirmed Little Sam’s conjecture.