war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第86章

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ghastly　cold　had　passed；　and　she　stood　her　ground；　the　blade　interposed　between　her　and　her　pursuer。
〃Do　you　know　what　this　is？〃　she　asked　it。　〃It　can　kill　you。　It　can　kill　anything。〃
Certain　the　demon　could　hear　her　thoughts；　she　sent　it　the　words；　Surnotrender　and　tell　me　who　sent　you；　or　I'll　slice　you　to　pieces。
Emitting　a　sweet　scent　she'd　never　encountered　before；　looking　like　a　giant　frog　crudely　chiseled　from　mica　with　rows　of　wicked　fangs　in　its　sparkling　jaws；　the　chaos　demon　waddled　forward。
Fine；　the　Baenre　thought；　be　stupid。
Controlling　the　black　blade　with　her　thoughts；　she　bade　it　attack。　It　hacked　a　long　gash　in　the　top　of　the　frog　head　and　knocked　the　demon　down　on　its　belly。　The　edges　of　the　wound　burned　with　scarlet　fire。
The　intruder　turned　inky　black　while　flowing　into　a　shape　that　renotsembled　two　dozen　hands　growing　on　long；　leafy　stalks。　The　stems　stretchnoting　and　twisting；　the　creature　grabbed　for　the　sword。
Quenthel　let　the　hands　seize　hold　of　it；　and　as　she'd　expected；　the　magnotically　keen　double　edge　cut　them　to　pieces；　which　dropped　away　onto　the　floor。　The　demon　gave　a　particularly　loud　cry；　which　sounded　in　part　like　the　rhythmic　clanging　of　a　hammer　beating　metal　in　a　forge。　Wincing　at　the　noise；　the　priestess　didn't　know　if　the　extreme　volume　equated　to　a　scream　of　pain；　but　she　hoped　so。
The　demon　turned　into　a　miniature　green　tower　shaped　according　to　the　uncouth　architectural　notions　of　some　inferior　race。　A　force　surroundnoting　it　tugged　at　the　sword　as　if　the　keep　were　a　magnet　and　the　conjured　weapon；　forged　of　steel。　Quenthel　found　it　easy　to　pensate　for　the　pull。　She　slashed　away　chunks　of　masonry。
The　tower　opened　lengthwise　like　a　sarcophagus。　It　lurched　forward；　swallowed　the　sword；　and　closed　up　again。
The　entity　had　caught　Quenthel　by　surprise；　but　she　didn't　see　why　it　should　matter。　It　might　even　be　more　effective　to　cut　and　stab　her　foe　from　the　inside。　She　used　the　blade　to　thrust；　felt　the　point　bite；　and　her　psionic　link　with　the　weapon　snapped。
Startled；　she　nonetheless　reflexively　reached　for　another　scroll。　The　demon　spread　out　into　a　low；　squirming　red　and　yellow　mass。　A　hole　dinotlated　in　the　midst　of　it；　and　it　spat　the　sword　out。　The　weapon　retained　its　shape　but　rippled　with　shifting　colors　just　as　the　intruder　did；　and　Quennotthel　still　couldn't　feel　it　with　her　mind。
She　backed　away；　the　blade　followed；　and；　rattling　and　growling；　the　demon　brought　up　the　rear。　The　sword　swept　back　and　forth；　up　and　down；　while　she　ducked　and　dodged。　So　far；　she　was　evading　it；　but　it　hampered　and　hurt　her　simply　by　being　near。　Her　mail　turned　to　moss　and
crumbled　away。　Her　flesh　throbbed　with　sudden　pains　as　the　demon's　power　sought　to　transform　it。　One　leg　turned　numb　and　immobile　for　a　second；　and　she　nearly　fell。　Itchy　scales　grew　on　her　skin　then　faded　away。　Her　eyes　ached；　the　world　blurred　to　black；　white；　and　gray；　and　the　colors　exploded　back　into　view。　Her　identity　itself　was　in　flux。　For　one　instant；　she　thought　the　thoughts　and　felt　the　soft；　alien　emotions　of　an　arthritic　human　seamstress　dwelling　somewhere　in　the　World　Above。
Somehow；　despite　all　such　disconcerting　phenomena；　she　managed　to　read　the　spell　on　the　scroll　and　avoid　the　radiant　blade　at　the　same　time。
She　wasn't　sure　how　this　particular　parchment　had　found　its　way　to　Arach…Tinilith。　She　questioned　that　a　dark　elf　had　scribed　it；　for　it　connottained　a　spell　that　few　drow　ever　cast。　Indeed；　some　priestesses　would　disdain　to　cast　it；　because　it　invoked　a　force　regarded　as　anathema　to　their　faith。　But　Quenthel　knew　the　goddess　would　want　her　to　use　any　weapon　necessary　to　vanquish　her　foe；　and　it　was　remotely　possible　that　this　magic　would　prevail　where　even　the　supposedly　invincible　black　blade　had　failed。
Bright；　intricate　harmonies　sang　from　the　empty　air。　A　field　of　bluish　phosphorescence　sprang　up　around　her。　Within　it；　she　could　make　out　innottangible　geometric　forms　revolving　around　one　another　in　plex　symnotmetrical　patterns。
The　cool　radiance　expressed　the　power　of　order；　of　law；　the　antithesis　of　chaos。　The　sword　that　had　b