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He ignored the sound of the striking of adamantite weapons, the roar of orders, the screams of death, and focused on one voice that would lead him to his goal: panic, the prayer of many voices.

He found an empty hallway, carved with spider symbols, leading to the very center of the pillar.

"The main quest has been changed, assist Zaknafan in killing the master mother of the Deaver family, she has been polluted by an alien force, and that power is more terrifying than the spider goddess!"

Wu Mo, who was watching the war there, suddenly heard a prompt from the system.

Assist Zaknavan?

Wu Mo sighed.

In fact, if he could, he tried not to fight, but now it seems that perhaps because the Spider Goddess abandoned the Deaver family, some external evil forces were able to take advantage of the situation and become the power of the Deaver family.

As you can see, certain changes have taken place on the battlefield.

The soldiers of House Deaver are transforming, and the original Drow Elves are burning with black flames, but they themselves are not burned, these flames are like some kind of energy that can protect them, making them more ferocious.

And this amplification effect can be stronger than the blessing effect given by the spider goddess.

The Duden family is in trouble, and their offensive begins to encounter a terrible counterattack.

However, these have little to do with Wu Mo, who is looking for the location of Zaknafan through the animal chat group.

There are still a lot of animals in the underworld, and compared to the animals on the earth, the animals here seem to have some kind of special ability.

"I can help you find Zaknavan, but you must save me and take me to the surface!"

It was a bear goblin's request.

Wu Mo didn't know if the bear goblins were animals, but it was obvious that these animals could be searched in his animal chat group.

"It's easy!"

For Wu Mo, he could leave the underground world at any time.

The rules of this world can't stop him.

It can be said that in the single-player script, he is a god and invincible.

It's not because the single-player script is too difficult, but because his combat power is too strong.

"Alright, come here."

The bear goblin gave Wu Mo a coordinate location.

Wu Mo accelerated and flew there.

A bear goblin was waiting there.

Wu Mo simply put him into his territory first, and then walked in.

There were several corpses along the way, which were undoubtedly the work of Zakhnavan Van.

Like the Duden family, the hallway leads to an ornate brass door decorated with almost all sorts of spider variants.

"It must be here."

Wu Mo thought for a while.

A huge spider emerged from where he was hiding.

Wu Mo was short, burrowed under the spider's belly, and gave it a kick like lightning.

Then there was a roll, plunging the Ice Crystal Sword deep into its spherical body.

The viscous liquid sprayed all over the walls, but Wu Mo easily avoided it, and the spider immediately trembled a few times and died.

Zaknavan didn't know how he got through here, but he didn't kill the spider.

I guess it has something to do with the spell Brissa casts.

He didn't bother to analyze these either, the key now was to catch up with Zaknavan.

If you want to help Zaknavan, you have to keep Zaknavan alive, otherwise there is no help.

He shoved the dead monster back into the lair and slipped over to it, hoping that no one would notice the brief struggle.

Judging from the sound of the weapons colliding, Wu Mo knew that the battle had almost reached this floor.

However, it seems that the Deaver family has finally stabilized their position and has begun to properly prepare for the invading enemy.

With the help of a mysterious force from the outside, the Deaver family has reined in its decline, and they have begun to fight back.

Just when Wu Mo was chasing Zaknavan, Zaknavan was also nervously contacting Brissa at this time.

Hearts and minds had fused with each other, so all they needed to do was whisper, and Brissa was still in the Duden family to hear it.

"For now, Mareth." Zach whispered, hoping that Brisha, who was in tune with his mind, could sense his current tension.

"Don't be too late!"

At this time, in the temple of the Duden family, Marlies and her subordinates continued to unrelentingly inflict spiritual onslaughts on the Deaver family.

Their prayers were more audible to the goddess Rose than the prayers of their opponents, and thus gave them a stronger spell in this silent battle.

They have easily pushed each other to the point where there is no way back.

A low-ranking priest of the Deaver family had been crushed by Brissa Psychic Shock and died on the floor, no more than the size of Mistress Gina Fey.

But the whole situation seemed to be suddenly reversed, and the battle began to become evenly matched.

Mistress Mareth was wrestling with the intense labor pains of her imminent birth, and she couldn't concentrate at all.

Without her voice, the power of the Evil Eight Demon Array began to wane.

Brissa stood beside her mother, holding her hand with all her might, squeezing almost all the blood out of that hand, turning it into a cold white, the only place in the eyes of others that was cold on the woman who was about to give birth.

Brissa looked at the cycle of the newborn baby's gray hair and labor contractions, and calculated the time the baby fell to the ground.

They were planning to turn the pain of the present into the power of attacking spells, a bold idea that no one had ever tried except for legends.

Brissa knew that timing would be key.

She whispered a few words into her mother's ear and recited a deadly incantation.

Mistress Mareth recited the beginning of the incantation, holding back her breath and transforming pain and anger into the power of the attack.

"Enemy power! Dewar! Horse... Bree... Shen Tor," Brissa prompted. "Enemy power! Dewar... Horse... Bree... Shen Tor! Mareth glared angrily, biting her thin lower lip with too much force.

The baby's head poked out, this time more thoroughly than the last time, and the moment to see the baby croaking to the ground was approaching.

Brissa shuddered, and she had almost forgotten the spell.

She whispered the last part of the rune into her mother's ear, and she couldn't help but feel fear at the effect of the magic.

Marlies took a deep breath and summoned up the last remaining courage.

She could feel the power of the spell tremble like labor pains.

For her daughters, who stood by the icon, she had almost turned into a red rage.

The shimmering beads of juice on his forehead were almost as shiny as hot water.

"Arbuckle," said the Mother of Marles, sensing that the pressure had reached its peak. "Arbuckle."

She felt the sharp pain of her muscles tearing, the smoothness of the baby slipping out of the birth canal, and the thrill of childbirth.

"Arbuckle... Diner... Breg... Davour! Mareth screamed, squeezing all the pain into an extremely concentrated magical energy that shook even the priest of her own family away.

Accompanied by the powerful power of the Mother of Mareth, this incantation blasted into the temple of the Devo family with a thunderous force, shattering the jewel icon of the goddess Rose.

Twisted the two heavy gates beyond recognition, and knocked most of the Deaver priests to the ground.

But the Mistress of the Deaver family still stood there, and in her shadow was a huge face of evil and triumph.

(To be continued.) )