The people of the village of "Cavehorn" have only spent less than a hundred years here, but in their hearts, this can be said to be their second home, and in the eyes of children, the village surrounded by trees and streams is regarded as their only home, so although bloodthirsty bats continue to invade, at first, they are reluctant to leave, until more and more people are attacked, and there are serious injuries and deaths, and some people want to leave temporarily. Ilmot's followers stopped them, he couldn't tell these mortals that the "Horns" had been regarded as a sacrifice ground by some evil being, he was mediocre, but he had seen many scenes worthy of the bard's writing, and he knew that under the crush of fear and despair, even mortals would do unbelievable evil - when they realized that they could not escape the shadow cast by death, the darkness in their hearts would be released to the fullest.

He knelt in prayer at the statue of Ilmot, his eyes almost blind, and his ears were occupied by rumbling noises, and he couldn't even feel the cold stone floor.

A villager burst into the church, "Pastor!" and he shouted, "Pastor, look outside...... Gods above, benevolent Ilmot!What's wrong with you?!"

The priest had been strong after the adventurers had gone, though he was no longer young, but still had black hair and bulging muscles, and now the villagers saw a frail old man, his body as thin and fragile as the leaves of autumn, his oversized priest's robes hanging from his bulging shoulders, his eyes cloudy as if they had been mixed with white earth, and his outstretched fingers like dead branches.

"Berry?" said the priest, remembering a loud, high-pitched voice from a boy in the village, "I can't see anymore, tell me what's going on outside?"

"What's wrong with you?" Berry carefully cupped his arm, he felt like he could lift the priest up, he was so light. Could it be some curse or poison that caused his flesh to evaporate in an instant—"Who cursed it, or did you eat and drink something poisonous?"

"Tell me about the outside. ”

"I think ......," Berry hesitated for a moment—he felt that the priest needed more rest now, or pray to Ilmut, and he looked like he was dying, and he insisted that the priest sit on a wooden stump, "Well, priest, the woods outside have suddenly collapsed, it's terrible, I was just outside, and I watched it collapse, like a leavening cake made by my mother." In the blink of an eye, the trees, three of my heights, nay, four or five of them, all sank, like mud towers made of children, and they sank down, for a few breaths, and I couldn't even see their treetops. ”

"And then?"

"Do as you command. I didn't get out of the bush, but a few disobedient boys went, and their mothers couldn't catch them," he felt the priest grasp his hand in turn. "How are they?" asked the priest, "have they been harmed, have they been miscreted, and have they been bats, and have they been swamps?"

"No fog and no bats. Berry said, "There is a swamp, and they sink at once, but it is strange." They disappeared suddenly, as they had been when they appeared, and the boys were crawling with leeches and ticks, and they were burning their branches one by one when I came, and I could still hear them calling when I ran far away. ”

A brief burst of joy appeared on the priest's face, "Take me to your father." He said that Berry's father had learned to read and write with the priest, and that he was one of the few people in the village who could talk to outsiders, and that he was a carpenter and blacksmith, and that he had a great reputation in the village—and that the followers of Ilmut did not know if the adventurers had removed the unknown red or gray robe, but as it stands, the restrictions imposed by the evil spellcaster on the sacrificial grounds had been broken, and he had to urge the villagers to get out of here as soon as possible. In the past, he would have managed to convince them, but now he prayed to the benevolent Ilmot, asking him to give shelter and help to the brave men, to cast out evil spirits, to crush evil laws, and to restore peace and tranquility to the land, for which he was willing to give everything he had—his health, his life, his hope, and Ilmort granted his prayer.

He may die the next moment, and he must consult with Berry's father before returning to Ilmot's feet, asking him to leave with the villagers, go to the nearest city, and inform Ilmut or the temple of the other good gods about what happened here.

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The swamp poured down.

Driven by the half-dragon, they pulled out of the outskirts of the village and returned to the gloomy underground palace, where the creatures contained and engulfed in them were disenchanted and restored to their original shape when they fell into the cavern, and Cremar saw the skinned melt monster, which had returned to half its original size, and was shaking its head (if the bulge was the head) and "looking" around, with more impurities in its body than when the lich had seen it.

Once again, Cremar snapped one of his wands, and the spell it cast protected them and gave them a precious respite.

The half-dragon punched the transparent barrier, the barrier shook but did not disappear, his eyes showed a bit of regret, if he knew that the caster had so many precious scrolls and wands, he should have killed the latter in the first place, and took his dimensional bag, he could also hide from his father- His father was an old and cunning red dragon, and his mother was a succubus, and when he was injured and weakened, it would not be very comfortable to choose the many lava caves in the volcano where his father lived, and it would not be very comfortable to get any benefits from him, otherwise he would not have chosen to set up a sacrifice on the spot, wanting to heal himself with the life of a mortal, but it would be even worse to choose the bottomless abyss where his mother was, where a wounded half-devil half-dragon could have a rather delicious breakfast. Lunch or dinner, even his mother would not be merciful, the half-dragon was originally the bait she deliberately lured the dragon to give birth in order to increase her strength, but she didn't expect the half-dragon's vitality to be so tenacious, he escaped between her teeth.

The swamp churned beneath his feet, and the half-dragon admitted that the black-haired spellcaster with elven blood was right. He was a little careless, thinking that a lich destroyed by the white-robed could not be too powerful—he had feared that he would only find some souvenirs in the ruins, but here he encountered a staggering number of golems and wraiths, as well as maggot mages with the lich's soul fragments at their core, and he destroyed them, but his body and soul were torn apart by the curse that the lich had left in the spell book. He avoided casting powerful spells as much as possible, lest the cracked soul be hit again.

But even with the body, the body of the devil and the dragon could still kill these people, and the half-dragon smiled, waiting for the spell to fail.

The smile was kept until he was stabbed in the spirit by a clear and powerful force of thought. The pain swept through his brain and body, and he fell straight down, into the filthy and sticky mire, and in the next moment, several dazed mud monsters were burned into clay pots by the flames of the half-dragon—the half-blood monghelf scrambled out of the mire and screamed angrily, bats and poisonous moths flapping their wings in a staggered manner, and the vast cavern was filled with that ominous whirring.

The protective spell cast by the wand has failed, but Cremar has recovered, more accurately. It was the spirit of the other world that had taken over the lich, and after a dozen hours of rest, it was now energetic and clear-headed. It could have been a whole day of great fighting with the poor half-devil half-dragon, but the lich, who was not so anxious to meditate, was not prepared to waste time on him.

-- We might be able to get out of it, he cautioned, but don't forget Kerry Ben and the others.

The half-dragon jumped into the air. His wings crackled in the air, and he was in a state of extreme rage, "You can't still cast spells!" he exclaimed, "You should have exhausted your spells!"

"But I do. The soul of the other world said innocently.

Like he said. After the half-dragon disappeared in an instant, the otherworldly soul sent a brilliant beam of light at him, and the half-dragon hissed and appeared, he spat fire at the caster's friend, and as the caster cast a spell to intercept, he jumped onto a dangling stalactite, broke it, and threw it at the most vulnerable of the few, a priest.

Judging from the attire, it was difficult for the half-dragon to discern whether the human woman was worshipping the god, she had not launched any attacks and rescues since she appeared, but kept praying, and as time passed, the part that belonged to the devil made the half-dragon anxious - he always felt that he could not let her complete her prayer, the half-dragon wanted to ignore it, he was not a pure devil, and he was not so sensitive to the priest's blows.

- How are you ready?, the otherworldly soul asked, and then he cast a spell that caused the bats and moths to engage each other blindly, the moths' mouthparts chewing on the bats' membranous wings, the scales burning their noses, and the bat's teeth piercing their swollen bellies, sucking the slurry from within.

I don't know!" shouted Memi in her heart, she wasn't used to using psychic communication yet. The thieves jumped away with her, and Baldwin opened a stone that flew towards her, the size of her head.

- The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us, and the souls of the other world say that my spells, scrolls, and wands are limited.

- Can't you just kill him?!

- A half-dragon and half-devil, even if he is wounded, the soul of the other world says, unfortunately, still can't, in fact, he muttered slightly, we should start with the goblins, not jump here to fight monsters.

- Agreed, the thief interjected in his busy schedule, saying that the little meeting they had in the corridor had determined his job, and that all he had to do was to save himself and Plum Honey at great risk (although only by placing the rune disc in the place designated by the caster) - Baldwin and Kerry had fought side by side many times, and this time it was the same, they had a tacit understanding, and Baldwin still had the strength to rescue Gülen and Ummy.

- Cast your magic, the soul of the other world said gently, and here it is.

- Please, don't add to my pressure!" Memmy cried out silently, but she hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes and stretched out her hands, which the thief had placed in her hand a box that Cremar had tossed.

The box snapped open, and a little devil sprang out of it, the lowest level in the endless abyss except for the formless soul worm, it was very ugly, like an earthworm with centipede feet, with a pair of dragonfly-like wings, dotted with sarcoma wings, and a human face, it actually showed a lewd and shameless smile when it saw Priest Flo.

Priest Flo threw the prayer spell at it, and she was not very sure, because she had never prayed for it before - Flo's priest was good at healing, so that he could heal himself from the wounds left by some rough lover, or another magic spell to strengthen each other's charms, or something else...... The kind that can cheer people up so that they can come up with more gold, but no one will let Reverend Flo fight, even if it's just a little devil, that's ridiculous.

But thankfully, the spell took effect - at the same time, a spell cast by Cremar caused the half-dragon's body to lose control, he was hit by a transparent crystal blade, his wings were severed, he dodged the double-edged axe thrown by Berdwin as he fell, but he couldn't dodge Kerryben's "Silver Crown" and "Starlight", Mithril's scimitar stabbed into his shoulders and arms, but the elves were also sent flying away in his counterattack.

The Bad Demon squeaked and screamed, but nothing could stop him from being banished from the main material plane.

The invisible, unrecognizable chasm opened in the air, and the little demon was dragged towards the cold crevice, and he danced in defiance, as did the half-dragon controlled by the most powerful spells thrown by the spirits of the other worlds under the guidance of the lich.

- What is this, Mei Mi asked in surprise, she had never thought that the magic she had prayed for could restrain a half-dragon and half-devil.

-- Just send him home. The otherworldly spirit replied, having wisely failed to inform Flo's priest of the fact that the lich had said that the solution was only half successful. (To be continued......)