Although the space in the underground was not wide, when Mu stood up, everyone subconsciously took a step back. Even Atwood, who was blind to all contingencies, was startled by the man in front of him, for no other reason, the man with a large number of evil tattoos on his head and a dirty brown priest's robe, crying. Large drops of liquid rolled down his face, unable to distinguish whether they were tears or something else, and the droplets took on a faint red color because the priest's face was covered with wounds from his own fingernails. "Ahhhh

"His side. The dwarf raised his hand to stop Mlos, who was trying to rush up to subdue the cultist, and he raised his chin to signal the elf to look at Mu's feet. There were a lot of corpses lying there. The corpses of the humans, to be exact, were all wearing the same brown robes as Mu. And judging from the horrific wounds in the torn parts of their robes, they must have endured great torture before they died.

"Why... Why..."Mu walked towards everyone in a daze as if he had lost his soul, even if he stepped on the corpse on the ground, he didn't realize it. But it's such a person, every time he takes a step forward, everyone takes a step back. It wasn't until the elves in the last row touched the wall that the warriors swallowed their saliva and resisted the desire to escape. "Why... Why doesn't He answer me? Is it that I am not good enough? Is it that my heart is not pious enough? I have sacrificed all of them to you, why don't you respond to me anymore!" The evil god priest roared, his hands tearing apart his brown robe, his status symbol, his eyes and mouth growing to the maximum.

A madman, everyone who saw this scene understood that Mu in front of them was already crazy. However, even if he went crazy, the power from the evil god in the body of the brown-robed priest did not dissipate, on the contrary, putting aside the shackles of mortal reason, this cultist was closer to what he worshipped than ever. "I see! I see! It must be, sacrifice is not enough!Haha, great lord, wait a minute, I will offer you more sacrifices!" the madman turned around and hugged the terrible metal wall, shouting in a voice of joy, as if he had learned of the birth of a child. Yet no one can empathize with this joy.

"Alert!" Mlos whispered, leading the way and pulling out the weapon pinned to his waist. The elves who followed him drew their swords and daggers, and those further back drew their bows and arrows from behind to arrange their forces in the most rational way. There was only one opponent, but every elven warrior behaved as if he were a great enemy, and the frenzied aura exuded by Mu made all intelligent beings fearful, and the sheer madness and chaos would make even the calmest warrior tremble.

Fortunately, not everyone has seen this situation for the first time. "What are you yelling at? You and your men will just send arrows in the back to support us. You can't handle him. The dwarf wrinkled his nose and picked up his beloved warhammer. His eyes were as resolute as the deepest rocks in the mountains, and Andre knew the horror of the Mother of the Crypt, and even if there was only a little breath of Mother Earth on the madman in front of him, he knew that the opponent was no longer an existence that could be solved by numbers. "Goats, if you can't, stand back with them. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about? I know better than you what this guy is capable of. After all, not long ago, I killed a god son with my own hands, and that thing is better than a mad priest. The Demon Descendant grinned, his teeth turning back into a human shape as the demonic fire ran out, making his signature terrifying expression even a little handsome.

"Wow, it stinks. The dwarf spat at the palm of his hand, a habitual action he had taken seriously. And as companions who once went on adventures together, comparing the spoils of war with each other was also a common interaction between him and Larus. At this moment, only now, with no people of his own behind him, no territorial responsibilities to bear, André can finally behave like he did many years ago before he became the Grand Duke of the Hammer, swinging his war hammer wantonly, smashing all the bastards who dare to shout.

"Gentlemen, I beg your pardon for interrupting you. I must say, though Miko is a tough opponent, and I'm curious how you managed to defeat it. But the enemy in front of us now is not a fuel-efficient guy. Atwood stood up with a rare straighten, and the wooden staff in his hand stretched out with many tiny vines and branches, and even some small pale red and white flowers dotted on it. He shook his head, and many small animals came out of his hair, and they were very spiritual and ran to the rear of the elven troops.

Hearing the old elf's warning, the two old friends shrugged their shoulders together, and they were ready for battle, just waiting for the oozing madman to rush over. They didn't have to wait long.

"Sacrifice!" roared the priest of Mother Earth, and with a wave of his hands forward, a vast expanse of darkness spilled out of the corners behind him, surging into the crowd. The darkness was so dark that neither the eyes of the demons, nor the energy nor the dwarves could see through the deep mass that engulfed everything. This is not just a blind way to close the vision, and the intuition tells everyone that if they are swallowed by this darkness, they may not be able to find the bones.

"Ahh "Sakaha!" the old elf shouted in a language that no one understood, and took a step forward with difficulty as if in a hurricane. His long hair and beard were blown by the invisible air currents, but strangely the dwarves and demons around him could hardly feel the presence of the wind.

Atwood took three steps forward, and the darkness took three steps back. Just when everyone thought that the elder's spell could repel the shadow, a figure rushed out of the darkness and attacked the old elf. "Sacrifice!" Mu's eyes had turned dark, like obsidian that didn't reflect, and his hands were covered in outstretched tattoos, turning into eerie hooked claws. However, the tattoos did not completely cover the arms of the priest, and there was still some normal skin above the elbows.

"Stand down!" Grand Duke Hammer rushed in front of the elf like a cannonball, and the war hammer in his hand smashed into Mu's arm brutally. Miraculous things happened, the moment the warhammer came into contact with the evil priest, the dwarven glyphs on the hammer's head, which were thought to be only decorative, suddenly glowed with a dark red light, and the light seemed to provide some kind of power to the dwarven weapons, and a red flame rose up in the blow, and the great force of the explosion smashed the main priest back into the darkness.

"Whew...", Andrei's breathing became rapid with just one blow, and it was clear that the runes on his warhammer were not without a price. "Before the dwarves fall, no one will want to hurt anyone behind me, not anyone. ”