By the time Clarus put the weapon back into his body and stepped past the miserable corpse of the smuggler on the ground, the gray-robed mage was already standing in the tunnel. The Demon Spawn looked at the cursed crow in front of him, then at the hole he had punched out of the top of the cave, and after making sure that the crow inside was indeed gone, he walked up to the wizard and bowed.

"Now you're making me envy you mages even more, because sometimes I really want to be a bird and try to fly. Krus said, carefully observing the expression under the hood of the crow, and if the wizard showed the slightest hint of hostility or suspicion at his greeting, he would begin to prepare an evacuation plan. When necessary, the Demon Spawn does not rule out that he will deal with the Cursed Raven in the same way as he does with the Smugglers.

Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen, and the expression on the gray-robed wizard's face was very solemn, and it could be seen that the mage was not focusing on the demon descendant. However, it also caused Krus to notice the crow's closed eyes, which had not returned to normal as a result of the return to human form.

"We'll talk about that later. We'd better coax this big waking guy back to sleep first. The wizard said, turning his face in the direction of the hanging basket.

"What is that? some sleeping demon, or an underground giant?" asked the Demonborn, touching his chin, he had never felt such a terrifying aura, and the existence outside of these worlds was still too mysterious for even a Demonborn. But the cursed crow could recognize this aura, which was quite close to cheese, but a hundred times more powerful.

"No, what's waking up in that room is many times worse than you said. The sorcerer grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and only then could he suppress his trembling. He's not a cheesemaker, and dealing with these high-ranking beings isn't the wizard's forte.

"Then my suggestion is that we get out of here. No matter what wakes up in there, it will take him or her time to get to the ground, won't he?" Krus shrugged, he didn't want to be an enemy of such beings, in the philosophy of the Demon Descendants, the unknown and danger often go hand in hand.

"If my other fellow was here, he would have laughed at you for your words. But no matter his lame jokes, if this thing does fully awaken, we can't escape from Him. Not the whole of Molten Iron City. The Raven's voice sounded calm, and the Spellcaster gripped his wrist harder, forcing himself to compose. He kept recalling the knowledge of these beings, trying to prevent this inevitable awakening. Now the Spellcaster understands that death doesn't come from the nezumi or the snakehead, but from something in the church.

"Okay, okay, so do you have any suggestions that can make a real difference? Because it looks like we're running out of time. Clarus's words made sense, and in the two hours of speaking, something deeper than darkness was creeping out of the gap in the church, and the Demon was skeptical that what he was seeing was an illusion, or at least he hoped it was. These strange substances reminded Clarus of a bottomless cave, and of course he knew that the cave would not writhe, but it was as intimidating as a dark cave.

"Flesh, or a body that has just died, I can't be sure. But he did crave something on the corpse, and put the monsters you killed in the hanging basket first, which would attract His attention. The sorcerer commanded, not needing to look with his eyes, he also knew that the Demon Spawn must have killed quite a few snakeheads, and their cries were so unique that those who heard them once would never forget them.

"This is probably the most ferocious animal I've ever fed. Krus said, pulling up the smuggler corpses on the ground, and since the corpses could basically be measured in "blocks", he just threw the corpses one by one near the hanging basket. The tentacles sticking out of the gap seemed to be really attracted, and began to slowly spread towards the fresh corpses.

As the Demon Spawn carried the corpse, the Raven stretched out his hands and sensed the trouble in his own way. Mother of the Crypt, he knows the name of what is in front of him. The enchanter didn't realize it when he first saw the statue in the church, but as he recalled, the vague memories of the past soon became clear. According to the information mentioned in the book, the Mother of the Crypt is not powerful among high-ranking individuals, and it is not worth mentioning at all compared to the existence of Wet Soul or Flesh Tower, but when her opponent is only a group of mortals, the power of the Underground God is still enough to create scenes that can only be found in nightmares.

"Something has to be done. The wizard frowned and muttered to himself.

Soon the corpses of the snakeheads were piled up near the hanging basket, and Krus looked up at the giant's massive body, turned his head to look at the still contemplative crow, shrugged his shoulders and summoned the sword again, and began to try to make the giant's corpse more easily carried.

"Looks like you're really messing with something. Just then, a deep voice came from around the corner of the hallway. Dressed in heavy armor that looked a little tight, with an ore lamp in his right hand, a hammer in his left hand, and three scepters pinned to his waist, the Grand Duke appeared in this hallway.

"Andrey, but why are you here?" the Demon Spawn looked at his dwarven friend incredulously. The appearance of the duke completely disrupted his plans.

"Why am I here? Hmph, if I weren't here, you and this wizard would have ruined my city!" the dwarf yelled at Krus, then took three steps and two steps to push away the crow standing in the middle of the hallway, and walked straight to the metal gondola. The headband on his head glowed gently as it approached Mother Crypt, and interestingly, when the lantern in the dwarf's hand shone on the tentacles that greedily devoured the corpse, the tentacles quickly retracted towards the interior of the church.

"You know Him. You're watching over Him!" the wizard who had been pushed away suddenly became agitated, grabbed the dwarf's clothes, and shouted to him.

"And if you don't let go of your hand, wizard, I'll throw you into that damn church. "The threat of the Hammer Archduke worked. Though the Raven's curiosity about the dwarves excites him, the Enchanter let go of his hand and took two steps back. He even bowed his head slightly to apologize for offending the other party, which was rare for the arrogant spellcaster Ahri.

"Now, shut your mouths and watch as I come to clean up the aftermath for you. The dwarf muttered as he kicked away the corpses of the snakeheads that were eaten next to the hanging basket, a palpable expression of disgust on his face. The Grand Duke of Hammer pressed his hammer to the ground, held the lamp in both hands, looked up at the gap directly above the hanging basket, and sang a strange ballad.