And the muse, who was fleeing at full speed, felt that the Elite Berserker did not catch up with him at the first time, but let out a crazy roar on the spot but stopped abruptly in a strange situation, and couldn't help but look back, and what he saw was the scene where the power of the Finger of Death spread on the body of the Elite Berserker!

And the profound knowledge of spells made the muse instantly judge what kind of spell it was from the faint dead silence in that gray light!

The Arcanist's powerful brain calculations allowed the Muse to calculate the result of this elite berserker being hit by the Finger of Death in an instant—a 100% chance of dying outright!

As a result, the muse's swift escape also stopped, and he watched as the massive body of the Elite Berserker fell to the ground heavily, and although the lifeless body was still huge and hideous, no one would have any fear of a mass of rotten flesh that could only be paralyzed on the ground!

"Well, it seems that it is indeed a good habit to be able to control your curiosity and not want to explore everything you see......" The muse couldn't help but secretly feel afraid, if he had chosen to go up and test it at that time, I am afraid that he would be the one who suffered this death finger.

"It's a bit of a surprise, but whatever, the result is good. I seem to remember that many parts of the Berserker's body are very good spell materials...... Although it is a bit troublesome to wash away the chaotic power in the demon materials, but no matter what, at least you can make some equipment......" As a consequentialist muse, he didn't bother to think about anything else, his eyes glowed as he looked at the corpse of the elite berserker demon on the ground, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth......

But looking at the corpse of the Elite Berserker on the ground, it seemed that there was another problem in front of the muse, and he didn't seem to have the tools to break through the body of this Elite Berserker Demon at hand......

Even if you don't mention the hard scales that cover the berserker's skin, the skin on the Berserker's body is several inches thick, but it is extremely hard, and even the defense of this layer of skin is comparable to that of fine leather armor enchanted by spells.

Not being able to break through this thick layer of skin meant that a large part of the spell materials, including the demon's most valuable part, the demon's heart, could not be obtained.

The muse was very unhappy! There were a bunch of good spell materials in front of his eyes but he couldn't get them, which made him very unhappy, really very unhappy, important things to say three times!

"When I go back, I really have to quickly get the alchemy hand and make some sharp and practical alchemy knives!" With resentment, the muse consumed the spell slot and used the spell of the mage's hand, and manipulated the mage's hand to pick up a blood-stained short sword from the ground, and struggling to cut the spell material.

He first took off the two bronze bell-like black eyeballs of the Elite Berserker, which could be turned into two good Demon Eye Gems after alchemy, and then used this relatively sharp short sword to painstakingly cut through the softer skin around the neck of the Elite Berserker, and finally knocked down the longest of the Elite Berserker's claws with percussion......

Putting away the materials and throwing away the dagger that had been mottled by demonic blood, the Muse no longer hesitated, turned around and walked quickly into the underground building he had just escaped.

In the previous sacrifice, the Muse felt that the evil circle depicted by the evil priest and the four evil cultists was just an introduction, and it was not enough to attract the attention of the false god, and the red, yellow and gray pillars of light that flew out from the depths of the passage were the things that really attracted the eyes of the false god!

The muse also faintly felt something very disgusted in it, and he couldn't help but think of something, and now it was up to him to confirm his suspicions.

The muse went inside quickly along the passage through the entrance, and soon, a three-way intersection appeared in front of him, and three passages appeared in front of the muse.

Feeling the faint unpleasant aura in the air, the muse slowly walked into the passage in the middle, and as the muse went deeper, many evil murals began to appear on the walls.

The main character of the murals is a strong man with a burly body, and these murals depict in detail a series of images such as he carries out a frenzied slaughter on the battlefield, shouts a call for the dead souls to stand up and continue fighting, and designs a conspiracy for the enemy to kill each other because of mutual suspicion......

From the vivid frescoes, you can even clearly see that his head has a curved sharp horn! At the same time, one arm is completely covered with pitch-black scales, the fingers are thick and powerful, and the nails are sharp and curved, not at all like a human!

Looking at these evil murals, the muse's expression also became serious, and he took his eyes back from the murals on the wall, and had a very bad guess in his heart......

"If this is really what I thought, then it's really not good, such a big event!" muttered the Muse.

Looking at the faint light in front of him, the muse knew that the answer was ahead, and as long as he saw something again, he could basically confirm his guess!

Muse shook his head and walked straight into the glowing space ahead!

The view was twilight, and there was a huge and gloomy altar inside, surrounded by a circle of half-extinguished candles, only a few candles were still burning tenaciously to bring a glimmer of light to the place, the ground was mottled with bloodstains, and a statue that looked quite evil was placed in the center of the altar, the appearance of this statue was the same as depicted on the frescoes of the passage, wearing armor, hideous and terrifying.

In his stance, his hideous, scaly hand was stretched straight forward, his fingers spread as if he was in control, while his other normal arm was placed on his chest, holding a large orb in his hand.

There are many souls that are being trampled under his feet, but it seems that these souls are willingly holding him up, and there is even a look of satisfaction on his face!