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Chapter 21: Inopportune Timing

Craighton no longer wanted to understand how the chandelier had turned into this state and why she had attacked herself.

The vengeful mentality after being spurred by nature took over the high ground in his mind.

The heavy double bed flipped and flew up, slamming hard against the white wall and knocking off quite a few chunks.

The chandelier monster who called herself Clara quickly moved her jointed limbs before being hit. Dozens of her legs took turns pounding on the wall, scuttling sideways out of the range of the blow like a real spider.

This spine-tingling movement suddenly brought back a bit of sanity to Craighton.

He asked himself, "Do I really want to eat something that disgusting?"

But soon this bit of sanity was drowned out by his nature again.

"Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if I removed the head."

Instead of chasing after her to attack, he crouched on the ground, picked up the spider legs that had been knocked down earlier and stuffed them into his mouth to chew. The exoskeleton was as tough as a wooden stick, but the taste of the meat inside reminded him of lobster meat.

It wasn't enough. He wanted more.

The werewolf's pupils began to contract, locking onto the only prey in this area.

The spider woman looked at him warily and then threw back her head and let out a shrill shriek.

Immediately, large bursts of flames erupted from Craighton. The burning sensation drove him completely mad.

He leaped up with the flames, and when Clara raised many of her front limbs to prepare for the fight, he suddenly thrust his hand into the ceiling, used it as a leverage to spring to a higher position, changing direction so quickly that it was impossible to react.

Due to the difference in height, originally his front was facing the front of the spider woman on the wall, but now it was facing her unguarded rear.

This was the difference between three-dimensional combat and two-dimensional fighting.

Even though he had lost his sanity, Craighton would still instinctively formulate tactics.

"Clara will win!"

The human head on the spider body didn't have time to turn around to observe the rear. At this moment, any movement would result in being caught up with, and then the situation would remain the same.

Moving was pointless.

So she raised her sharp hind legs, and her numerous spider legs stood up obliquely like a phalanx of spears, trying to halt the werewolf's attack from the rear.