Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

At this moment, the light of the soul lamp inexplicably dimmed.

Especially the part that was illuminated on the statue, where the warm yellow light almost completely turned into a deep gray-black.

Under the candlelight, the sheepskin on the statue appeared somewhat transparent.

No, to be precise, the sheepskin had melted somewhat.

"Splash!"

The sheepskin peeled off, revealing the statue underneath.

Just one glance was enough to leave Mir stunned.

The statue's surface was covered with fine, fleshy tentacles, just like those tentacles extending from the black mist.

Moreover, the statue's face was very familiar to Mil.

Isn't that Cthulhu's face?!

What's wrong with this world?

How can such a thing exist?!

Mir felt a bit dizzy.

The next moment, an indescribable voice rang in Mil's mind.

The voice was indescribable; it sounded like an old man, a child, a man, and a woman.

"&……&￥……"

Mil couldn't understand it; the notes combined to form a vocabulary that was completely incomprehensible.

Mir could sense that an ordinary person's brain would be completely overwhelmed the moment it came into contact with this information.

But now, because he has become a superhuman, his brain structure is more than twice as strong as that of an ordinary person. In addition, there is a faint golden light that always surrounds his mind, which is why he has not gone mad.

Andre Bell followed behind Mil, her gaze involuntarily drawn to the statue.

In her eyes, the statue looked more like a giant octopus.

The octopus had many dull black and red scales, which shimmered in the light of the soul lamp with a color like dried lard.

The statue's shape doesn't quite resemble a human, but it roughly resembles one.

The only difference is that the proportions of the limbs have been elongated, and the head is not a human head, but an octopus head.

The entire statue was covered with layers upon layers of octopus tentacles, which looked extremely disgusting.

The moment Andrebelle looked directly at the statue, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her mind.

The next moment, Andre Bell was completely stunned.

It was a brief moment of stunned silence after countless pieces of information flooded her brain. Immediately afterward, she realized that her body was starting to slip out of her control.

Or rather, at this moment, one's own consciousness begins to no longer belong to oneself.

Her arm was trembling as she raised it high and smashed it down on the back of Mil's head.

"Bang!"

The sound of flesh hitting the wall woke Mil.

Mil subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see Andre Bell standing behind him with his arms hanging down at his sides.

Fresh blood dripped down his right arm.

In order to avoid attacking Mir, Anderbel actually slammed his arm into the wall.

The intense pain left her mind blank for a short time, temporarily escaping that hazy, confused state.

She looked at Mil and said urgently:

"Get out of here quickly! Go!"

Having said that, Anderbel didn't give Mil a chance to speak at all, and rushed straight towards the statue.

She wanted to be like the man the old priest had once described, to risk her life to stop that thing.

But Mil wouldn't allow Andrebel to do that.

Almost the instant Anderbel rushed toward the statue, Mil moved instinctively.

He suddenly took a step forward, then grabbed Andre Belle by the back of her collar with his right hand, pulling her back.

Mil used tremendous force, and Under the force of this, Anderbel was pulled so hard that he stumbled, slipped, and fell to the ground.

Even so, Andre Bell still struggled to get up.

She ignored Mir completely and continued rushing toward the statue.

Komir had pressed down hard on her shoulders, making it impossible for her to get up from the ground.

"Let me through! Haven't you realized? We can't escape! This statue is simply beyond our capabilities! Please leave!"

Andrebel pleaded with Mil in a hoarse voice, her voice trembling and choked with sobs.

"Don't go over there, we can't fight her, but she can!"

As he spoke, Mir slowly extended his hand, and the next moment, a pale golden light slowly emerged from his palm and forehead.

"How much longer are we supposed to wait?!"

Mir practically choked out those words, each one requiring almost all his strength.

Just as Mir finished speaking, a ray of light slowly appeared.

The moment the light appeared in the basement, the entire dark basement instantly became bright.

The light was soft and not dazzling, with a warm tone, but it was very bright.

Even the black mist and statues that could devour light could not obscure the radiance of that figure at this moment.

And Mir could sense that the light and shadow emanating from him had an aura almost identical to the pale golden holy power emanating from him.

However, how should I put it, that figure exuded an even older aura.

It's like starlight from millions of years ago.

Magnificent yet ancient.

The light paused slightly just as Mir was about to fall into unconsciousness, then slowly spread out, forming a blurry female silhouette.

Although the face is not very clear, the figure is very similar to the goddess statue in the main hall of the church.

She simply looked at Mir without saying a word, but a clear voice echoed in Mir's mind.

"The anchor point I planted in you has been activated. I will help you suppress this statue of the Outer God, or rather, the statue of the fallen god from the first century, but I have corresponding conditions."

Mil's mind raced through the message, and he knew that he no longer had any leverage to negotiate.

If it weren't for the goddess's figure blocking his way, Mir would already be in a state of semi-madness, just like Andrebel.

"I agree!"

The sound was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

The light and shadow shifted slightly, then the voice continued:

"You're strange. Even though you don't have a divine mark, you give me a very special feeling. The things you use are actually similar to mine."

As Mir listened to those words, he could sense that there was no malice in that consciousness, but it also didn't seem overly worried about him.

"Madam, isn't this the time for analysis? I'm dying!"

Mir stared at the light and shadow and let out his last cry for help.

Then, Mir fainted.

However, before he fainted, the light and shadow seemed to move, arriving directly in front of Mir.