"Muse...... Don't ......."

At the entrance of the secret room, Athena stretched out her hand helplessly, she wanted to persuade the muse not to rush in so quickly, after all, now she has only broken the ban at the door of the secret room, and no one knows if there are any other traps inside.

The place was so eerie that even Athena felt uneasy.

Even just staying at the door gave Athena a creepy feeling, and she had a premonition that something very bad might happen to her if she rushed in.

It's a pity that before he could finish a sentence, the muse was already rushing in in a hurry, and Athena couldn't stop it.

I could only watch as Muse broke into this strange secret room, and after a brief hesitation, Athena chose to stand in the doorway.

She decided to follow the warning in her heart and not set foot in that doorway.

A very strange scene was unfolding in front of Athena, and the secret room where the dark purple prohibition had been unlocked took on a dark green color, and if you looked closely, you would see that these colors were spewing out of the mouths of those black insects in the clay pot.

Just after the muse broke in, these dark green breaths seemed to have suddenly found a target, and began to gather on the surface of the muse's body, and for a while, the muse's head and body all became green.

Athena's throat was squirming slightly, and the strange image made her scalp almost explode, and she even saw that those dark green air currents seemed to be penetrating the muse's skin little by little, pouring into the muse's body.

Soon the muse's body immediately began to change dramatically, and the muse, who had begun to improve a little after receiving two healing spells before, began to deteriorate again at this moment, and large blisters quickly began to appear on his skin, and he began to festering on his own without even scratching the muse himself.

The coughing sound in the muse's throat also became more and more intense.

What's even more weird is that it's very cold here, but Muse's skin is getting redder and redder, as if he has a fever.

Some green aura even began to permeate towards Athena along the entrance of the secret room.

Just after coming into contact with Athena, the magic shield on the surface of her body was activated as if it had been stimulated by something, and clusters of flames were raised, directly incinerating the green breath.

Athena's eyes flickered slightly, and her chestnut eyes swept towards the secret room, and even a strange statue could be seen in front of the black stone slab.

The shape of the statue resembled a grinning toad crouching on the ground, and its back was covered with dense bulges, and the whole image looked corrupt and puffy.

Athena's throat squirmed, and she felt the hairs on her arms stand on end, could this statue be the evil god that the bones of the long dead had worshipped?

What kind of god is this, Athena also knows something about the occult, but she never knew that there was a belief with such a strange image in this world.

At first glance, it is not a serious god.

There was even a black cloud around the statue, and if you looked closely, the black cloud seemed to be full of dense and filthy insects, and there was even a pot in front of the statue that seemed to be used to make soup......

At the sight of this statue, the fear in Athena's chest reached an unprecedented peak, and her body subconsciously took a step back, unable to control her crying, "Muse, come out quickly!"

The voice was so sharp that Athena herself couldn't believe it.

The muse in the chamber didn't feel the change in his body at all, and at this moment he was just immersed in the excitement of seeing Geralt's soul fragments, ignoring everything else around him.

There was a flicker of madness in his eyes, and a rapid gasp kept coming from his throat.

Whoosh...... Whoosh......

He didn't even notice that his lips had become chapped.

His face had turned red from the high fever.

The brain fainted, but the muse just shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to stay awake, and then tremblingly stretched his hands towards Geralt's soul fragment.

That's a fragment of Geralt's soul.

It is the hope of resurrecting Geralt.

He didn't notice the herpes on the back of his hand that looked like a bunch of grapes.

His eyes were round, and the pain and torment in his body seemed to be gone at this time, and the whole person showed a strange excitement.

Muse doesn't have a morbid affection for Geralt like Ronald.

His orientation is still very normal.

However, in the muse's heart, Geralt is the most important bosom friend, which is not even comparable to Karthhas and Benson, who are the only ones who can understand themselves.

Only Geralt doesn't reject himself because of his thirst for killing, Geralt even encourages himself to kill as an art, and the two of them can always work together to find a unique, more elegant, and more brutal way to kill.

Geralt has a place in the heart of the muse that no one can replace.

He rudely snapped his finger bones, then carefully removed Geralt's soul fragment, staring at the jewel-like presence in his palm, his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

This fragment of the soul is so beautiful.

Athena's voice came from behind him, disrupting the muse's appreciation of the soul fragments, which made him feel a little irritable in his heart, this stinky woman, what are you shouting?

Athena's kindness to treat herself just now has long been thrown out of the sky by the muse.

However, the muse could also faintly sense that something was not quite right in his surroundings, and spat at the remains on the stone slab, cursed, and then turned and walked out of the secret room.

With a wave of her hand, a wave of magic appeared on her wand.

A gust of wind blew the bones off the stone slab to the ground, and Athena opened her hands, her magic condensing between her four fingers, taking a magical image of the secret room, especially the words on the stone slab.

This place made Athena feel creepy, and she didn't want to stay here for a quarter of an hour.

Just as the muse left the chamber, Athena grabbed the magic wand in her hand and slammed it on the stone beneath her feet.

Earth's fire!

Buzz.

Scalding flames instantly rose on the ground, filling the entire chamber and burning violently.

The sound of clattering and clattering continued, and the green mist gradually dissolved into ashes in the burning of the flames.

The metal vessel with the strange picture melted in the flames, and the glass bottle filled with the blood of unknown life broke in the flames, and even the skeleton was completely turned into powder......

In the clay pot, the dense and small black insects seemed to sense the threat of death, and one by one they wriggled violently like leeches, and even extremely sharp hiss could be heard in the faint appearance.

And the statue of the god.

Under the light of the violently beating flames, the idol became clearer and clearer.

In the midst of the flames, Athena seemed to see that the idol suddenly grinned strangely, revealing a smile that could even be called kind?

At that moment, Athena only felt a buzz in her mind, and her consciousness showed a strong confusion, and her soul fluctuated violently.

This strange situation disappeared quickly, perhaps not even a second before Athena had returned to normal, and when she looked again, the smile of the idol had disappeared, and the fire had swallowed everything in the secret room.

Her throat squirmed, and Athena didn't dare to stay here at all, so she turned her head and left......

Later, the muse, who wanted to celebrate with Athena, could only reluctantly follow behind Athena.

While running wildly outside, Athena kept throwing flames behind her.

She couldn't describe the feeling, she always felt as if there were countless invisible threads that had wrapped around her.

It wasn't until she left the gloomy cavern and came into the ice and snow that Athena's strange and twisted sense of oppression finally disappeared.

For a master of Athena's level, this is a short period of physical strength

The consumption was not serious, but Athena felt extremely tired, supporting her knees with her hands and gasping for breath.

It took a long time for his mood to calm down a little, and he straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Thinking back to the feeling just now, Athena still felt a little afraid.

She didn't understand what was going on, for the secret room, everything in the secret room, especially the idol, Athena had an indescribable fear that came from the deepest part of her instincts.

She just wanted to stay away, as far away as possible.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

There was a series of violent coughs behind him.

Athena turned to see that Muse's condition was getting worse and worse, even worse than when she first met Muse.

The cough was hoarse and chapped, and it felt like my throat was going to be torn open.

The saliva that erupted from his mouth even began to mix with flakes of blood, staining the snow beneath his feet with a hint of scarlet.

He had been coughing violently for a long, long time, and the muse seemed to have improved a little, and he felt a little itchy in his head, and scratched it, and tufts of dirty hair fell out of his scalp.

The muse's illness has become more and more serious.

"Muse, you must immediately go to the Holy See or the Mother Earth Cult for healing, your situation is not good." Athena said in a deep voice.

The muse nodded.

Rao is his arrogant personality, but at this time he has to admit that he is indeed a little wrong.

"By the way, give me Geralt's soul fragment." Athena suddenly thought of this question and held out her hand to the muse.

The muse's face changed, and his eyes were full of wariness.

Subconsciously covered his pockets, his eyelids narrowed into slits, "What do you want Geralt's soul fragment for?" It's the same with me, right?"

"I just wanted to check if this thing was a fragment of Geralt's soul and if it had been damaged." Athena said quietly, "You don't have to be so wary of me."

"If I really want to plot against you, I don't need to treat you at all just now, or take advantage of your illness to kill you, and you know very well that you are not my opponent now." Athena scoffed at the muse's vigilance and suspicion, and said indifferently.