An hour later, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein returned to the underground arsenal of the Strange Tales Research Society.

As soon as he entered the arsenal, a choking smell of alcohol wafted over. I saw Darov leaning against the door, holding a bottle of vodka and pouring it, and there were several wine bottles thrown on the ground next to him.

At this time, this tall Russian had already taken off the power armor on his body, and his body in black tights looked very strong, and his arms were covered with dense scars and stitch marks.

Seeing this person's drunken appearance, the girl in white stepped forward, stood in front of the strong man who was nearly half a body taller than herself with her hands behind her back, and asked in a very serious tone: "Don't drink." ”

"Huh? Cossacks do not drink...... How can you call a Cossack? The middle-aged man with stubble narrowed his scarlet eyes and stared at the petite leader in front of him.

"Your arm has been transformed?" Zhang Luo looked at the Russian's scarred arm, those wounds were arranged in a very regular manner, not like they were left on the battlefield, but more like they had undergone some kind of surgery.

"Huh? You say this...... This is my dinner buddy......" Darov said, clenching his fists and pounding his chest like an orangutan, mimicking the rough howl of Tarzan of the Apes.

Unfortunately, his screams didn't last long before Frankenstein was rudely interrupted.

"Bang!"

The girl in white kicked out without warning, so fast that Zhang Luo couldn't even see it, and by the time he reacted, the Russian who had just joined the Strange Tales Research Society had already flown five meters away, falling to the ground and clutching his stomach and convulsing.

"You need to be sober." The girl in white said seriously, with a serious expression on her delicate little face.

"Ha, that's what happened to you when you angered Lord Frankenstein." Bloody Mary, dressed in a pitch-black gothic dress, floated over, her silver hair glowing in the light of the incandescent lights on the ceiling.

Seeing that the "boss" is back, others have also begun to appear in the arsenal one after another.

The second person to arrive was Li Wenchong, an orthodox Taoist priest who had been injured a lot in the Taishan Fujun incident, at this time he was wearing a white vest and big pants, and a pair of torn slippers on his feet.

"Why did you bring this bastard into the organization? He is simply synonymous with lewdness and drunkards. When passing by Darov's side, Li Wenchong frowned slightly, obviously not used to what this great exorcist did.

In the face of the questions raised by his subordinates, Frankenstein's answer was still concise and to the point, forcibly answering everyone's questions:

"He's strong."

"Hah, that's right." Zhang Luo stepped forward and kicked Darov in the back.

――The great exorcist from the world's heretical biological processing organization "Monster Administration" has a strength far from being comparable to ordinary exorcists, and in the previous underground pyramid, Zhang Luo also saw the amazing and strange power of this person to smash the wall with one punch, which is definitely not something that can be used with just a set of power armor.

Strange powers alone are not enough to become a great exorcist, and Darov must still have some "unique skills". It is not a loss at all to bring such a powerful combat power under his command, even if it is only used as cannon fodder, it can undoubtedly delay a lot of time.

As he spoke, Federik. Karemont and Hassin, the Divine Protector from Egypt, also arrived, and the crowd stood at the huge square conference table. Waiting for the leader to announce the mission this time:

"Donroske." The girl in white spoke.

When he heard the name Frankenstein say, Zhang Luo noticed that everyone else except himself was obviously stunned.

The first to object was Bloody Mary, who made a "mission report" for the lazy Frankenstein every time:

"Donroske? Boss, are you crazy? That's a place where people die! ”

"It's too dangerous, that place ......," the Egyptian royal sister Hasher shook her head.

Even Carremont, a transformer who has always been obedient to Franken's words, is rarely on the side of the opposition:

"Lord Frankenstein, it's really a bit inappropriate to go there, you forgot that we managed to get the qualification of 'not having to go to war' with great difficulty." The strong man in the pale mask whispered.

"Has the executioner's camp asked us to go to war?" Zhang Luo asked curiously.

"Of course, Donrosk is a meat grinder, and many guys die in it every day. The executioners had asked the Strange Tales Institute to join the war, but it was Lord Frankenstein who sent us a few hand-made mechs to save our lives. Carremont sighed.

"You mean, if you go to war, you're going to die?" Zhang Luo asked step by step.

So far, all he has received is that "Donrosk is an extremely dangerous battlefield", but he doesn't know exactly why it's so dangerous, and it's even terrifying enough to make a group of monsters look horrified.

"The battle in that place...... I can't describe it, though it's not as good as the one you fought in the desert. But...... Anyway, you just have to go to know that you can't come back alive. Karemon seemed unable to describe the situation in Donroske, and only gave a vague answer.

"yes, even an A-class heretic creature can't survive that battlefield. Don't think about it like yours C-level, unless you summon the evil god again, but there are side effects of doing that, right? Bloody Mary frowned and stared at Zhang Luo, who showed a "I'm interested" signal.

"C-what? This rating is completely meaningless. I'm always 'jumping over the beaten odds'. Zhang Luo puffed out his chest proudly.

“……”

Since his recent experience was indeed very convincing, Bloody Mary couldn't think of any words to refute for a while, but continued to insist on her opinion: "Anyway, even S-class guys are in danger of going there, let alone you, you will be killed just in the past!" ”

Hearing this, the girl in white, who had been silent during the discussion, finally spoke again: "Go find the guide." ”

"Wizard?" Bloody Mary was stunned, and then immediately widened her eyes: "You can't be talking about that idiot, are you sure that guy can really come in handy......"

"I'm sure." Frankenstein nodded, his voice unquestionably determined.

"Who's that idiot?" Hearing their conversation, Zhang Luo suddenly became interested again.

The guide Frankenstein is talking about must be someone who participated in the battle of Donrosk and successfully escaped from the battlefield. But judging by Bloody Mary's tone, the man seemed to be very unreliable. So here's the problem......

How could an unreliable guy survive Donroske, a terrifying source of heretics?

Just as he was thinking about this question, Zhang Luo heard Frankenstein call his name again:

"Xiaoxue and Zhang Luo are going to find a guide, I want to study metal sand."

She hadn't been able to find time to analyze the composition of the black metal sand she had collected from the underground pyramid last time, and Frankenstein, as a pragmatist, obviously couldn't wait for the "super practical material" that could easily seal the gods.

“……”

Hearing this simple and crude command, Bloody Mary couldn't help but fall silent.

After a minute, the ancient fierce spirit slowly turned around and said to Zhang Luo, "Follow me, I'll take you to find 'that person'." ”