The blood-dripping chains slowly pulled out of the pierced body, and the crumbling armor made a chilling knocking sound, and the four berserkers fell to the ground in unison, completely losing signs of life.

The sight made Witt take a small step back unconsciously, a sign that his body felt fear before his brain. Although he didn't expect his teammates to defeat his opponent at first, he just wanted to confirm the strength of his opponent through their attacks, but he didn't expect them to lose so quickly.

It's because I don't usually practice hard to become like this, what a bunch of waste! Since the entire battle only lasted three short rounds, Witt, who had not received any useful information, cursed his dead teammates in his heart. Although the armor worn by teammates is not equipped with various abilities such as "lightweight", "defense boost", and "reflected damage" like their own, it is considered a high-level armor in the store, and can easily deflect attacks from ordinary weapons. However, such armor was easily pierced like a piece of paper, which shows how terrifying the penetrating power of the chain manipulated by the opponent is.

Without the slightest sadness at the death of his comrade, Witt scrutinized the enemy in front of him.

There is an essential difference between the undead in front of you and the undead you have encountered in the passage before, it is an absolute difference between a firefly and the sun, even if the undead in front of you are identified as the master of this mausoleum or the embodiment of death, the sense of oppression emanating from its body is so amazing.

"Hmph, it looks like I was drawn to the lottery."

Witt frowned, and began to continuously release martial arts that stacked buffs for himself.

"Oh, that's a good momentum, I hope you're different from this trash."

The undead stepped over the corpse and smiled distortedly, the green glow of his eyes burning like flames brighter.

"I'm not like them, the arrogant undead let me crush you!"

Instead of showing anger at trampling on the corpses of his teammates, only resentful of his words that underestimated him, Witt himself is a selfish man who only has his own heart at heart. He spun the hammer in his hand, and a powerful current of air formed a whirlwind on top of the hammer. He could do something like defeating four teammates at the same time, so it wasn't a big deal, he thought as he thought as he took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart that was starting to beat wildly.

It took him half an hour to knock out four of his teammates in the last practice, and the opponent didn't even use a minute, obviously the strength of the undead was definitely above him, but Witt didn't seem to think about it, or he deliberately didn't think about it. Because if you really think about this level, you may lose the courage to fight completely.

In that case, death is a matter of no doubt, after all, it is absolutely impossible to escape from the narrow road in the passage in only one direction, and there is no trace of wanting to let go of themselves from the other party's eyes, and the only hope to survive is to let go.

Judging from the fact that the enemy is an undead with low defense against striking weapons, he still has a certain advantage, so as long as he tries to dodge the attack of the chain and find a way to reach the opponent's body, and the magic armor on his body can also weaken the opponent's attack to a certain extent, so it seems that victory is not impossible.

Witt convinced himself, trying to convince himself of victory, and then quickly rushed towards the undead.

"Trying to challenge me Malothas, you should be the arrogant one, right, stupid warrior!"

In the face of Witt's rapid impact, the undead did not have the slightest intention of dodging, but raised his arm unhurriedly, which was by no means careless to underestimate the enemy but the calmness of the strong.

"Space Transfer!"

Just as Witt's warhammer was about to strike a powerful blow at the undead, the scene before him changed dramatically. The undead vanished, and the hammer struck the walls of the passage, shattering the stone walls in front of them into powder.

What's going on, and why is the name Malotas so familiar? Strange at what had happened in that moment, Witt stared blankly at the broken stone wall.

"It's a shame that you can't defeat me with physical attacks!"

The sound of his voice close to his ear froze Witt's heart for a moment, and he felt the undead's wizened fingers pierce the armor behind his back, sending a fierce pain from his heart.

Marosas, the Undead Demon King Marosas! In the moments before he died, Witt finally remembered the identity of the other party.

"Wait, wait!" I don't know if it was due to the pain in my body or the fear of death in my heart, Witt cried out hoarsely.

Sweeping away the scattered undead along the way, I and the Seven Eagles finally arrived at the junction leading to the third level. It's not easy to navigate through the maze, I keep turning left and right, it's really a very painful experience for me who was a road idiot in my previous life, I feel dizzy and almost vomit, but fortunately I don't have a stomach.

Although there are five entrances to the maze, there is only one final exit, so I hope the rest of the people can get out of the maze smoothly.

"Looks like we're the first." Ranjes said, looking around.

"Then everyone stay vigilant and rest on the spot for a while." Anjev looked at his teammates, and he could already see obvious fatigue on their faces.

"Anne, do you want water?"

"Little Annie, I brought you juice and scones, come and try them."

"Rangers, Annie doesn't need anything from you, you might as well keep it for yourself!"

"Nick, Annie didn't speak, what's your business!"

"Anne is my sister, I'm here, don't try to beat her upset, come Anne, I've got your favorite pastries here."

"Nick, do you want to fight!"

"Come on, who's going to take whom!"

"Brother, Mr. Rangers, don't you make any noise, can't I even eat?"

"No way!" X2

As soon as Anjief announced that he had entered a state of rest, he remembered such a quarrel behind him, and the relationship was really good.

"Makes you laugh, Mr. Carter." Anjef, who was standing next to me, scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Haha, no, I think your team is very warm."

"Warm words," Anjef smiled warmly from the bottom of his heart as he looked at the two of them who started to fight and the others who were coaxing, "Indeed, they are all great, and they are as important to me as my family." ”

Family? It's really nostalgic.

"Yo, I've heard your voice from afar, aren't you afraid that the undead will chase after you?"

A flirtatious voice came from inside the passage, and then out came 12 men in black armor, the Black Hounds, and the owner of the voice was none other than their captain, Locke.

"Locke, how's your side doing?"

"As you can see, we lost 3 people, but we encountered a huge monster in the shape of a beast in the tunnel, which is really powerful, but luckily we are not vegetarians."

Locke said with some excitement, it sounds like they must have encountered the same monster as us, it was my instantaneous goodness, I really don't know what he was proud of.

"Looks like a lot of people have already arrived."

The next person to emerge from the passage was General Balikaf, who looked unharmed, despite his somewhat broken armor and dusty face.

"Everyone's already here, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

The last to emerge from the passage were Witt and the four berserkers. He has always given people a sense of arrogance, and he will apologize to everyone, is it because he has changed his mind in the labyrinth, and he is really a little unaccustomed. However, the loss of eight teammates at once will indeed affect my mood a lot.

The next level leads to a square passage, which should be of considerable length, as there is no end in sight.

"Now that we're all here, let's move on."

After making some basic repairs, Ballycalf said to the crowd that the number of survivors of the expedition was twenty-six.