The fire quickly spread. The rows of corpses behind them still rushed forward desperately, allowing the flames to burn their bodies. And the zombies that were already on fire continued to stagger elsewhere, burning the rest of their companions as well.

"This is what I used to deal with the undead scourge." The archon said coldly, with a hint of smugness in his tone, "Come on! We-"

A burning zombie suddenly rushes forward and crashes into the beast beneath Brooks, setting it on fire and running off into the distance. Rason shouted at him from behind him, but Brooks couldn't do anything about his mount. The beast was on fire and ran through the streets in a frenzy.

Brooks also wanted to put out the fire, but things got worse and worse. Suddenly, his mount slowed down and fell to the side of the fire. The beast weighed an astonishing weight, and the Berserker's leg was in danger of being crushed, but he had no time to adjust his position.

In order to extinguish the fire, the beast rolled on the ground vigorously, but it did not seem satisfied, and at once it sprang again, and Brocks had no time to hold it. The berserker spun around and waited for the terrifying zombies to attack from all sides. He gasped for breath and swung his tomahawk again and again, only to realize that he was not in danger at the moment.

Of course, he was now alone, and neither the mount nor the consul were missing.

Brooks watched cautiously, following the path he remembered the beast had run on. However, as he walked through the ruins, the sturdy warrior didn't find anything familiar, so he didn't know if he was on the right path. The wounded beast was running too fast, and it had taken its master for a distance that was apparently longer than had been estimated.

The Berserker sniffed the surroundings and found no human or astral scents. To make matters worse, his usually reliable sense of direction doesn't work anymore either. All of his senses had to be used to gain this sense of direction, and in the fog, they all failed.

Brooks grew more and more confused, wondering where he was. He turned a corner. Walk along a street that looks familiar. The stumps and leaves were all over the ground, the scorched earth around him, and the crumbling houses were all revealed in the mist, and he was still not sure where he had been.

At this moment, the berserker suddenly smelled something in his nose. He hesitated, sniffed the news again, and then locked the two thick eyebrows together, his teeth constantly polishing.

Brooks resettled. Go to the right and smell it with every step. He didn't want to delay any longer, there was a new road in front of him, a large oak tree had been uprooted, and he had to climb over the tangled roots, and then over the wreckage of a Star Spirit treehouse.

He climbed carefully, trying not to make a sound - but it was difficult to do, and he didn't want to throw away the tomahawk, so he had to free up one hand to hold it.

He climbed onto the roof of the collapsed tree. Suddenly smelling a fishy smell, he wrinkled his nostrils in disgust and continued on his way.

He looked ahead and saw a group of demons at work.

There are four demon guards and one doom guard there. But Brooks thinks. The two in front can pose a greater threat to themselves. The Berserker let out a low roar, and he finally recognized them, the terrifying winged creatures in dark blue armor he had seen on a future plane. I saw them gesturing while they were busy. The nails were like blades, terrifying, and there was a grim green aura around the hands.

They are Nasrem. Also called Doctor Fear, it is slightly weaker than Doctor Horror.

They were taller than the other demons, and their faces were more ugly: two large black curved horns protruding diagonally from the top of their heads, dead gray skin without a trace of blood, like a corpse, a horrific head with no hair on it, and two canine teeth hanging from their mouths.

The two demon kings have goat-like lower limbs and split hooves. They're cunning and adept at using forbidden powers—mana is stronger than Doctor Terror's in the midst of rage—and they're warriors who kill without blinking. For now, though, what Berserkers and their companions fear most is their evil prohibition.

Bloxes also found some Dr. Horror of the Undead.

The two Dreads have done their disgusting work, successfully turning the people they killed with brutal means into zombies.

Brooks remembered the legendary horrific ban of the dead, and for his companions, what they were doing now was more terrible than the Demon Guards and Doom Guards killing people with weapons.

How would Brooks feel when he imagined the bloody corpses of his companions standing up again and attacking the berserker with the enemy?

This is a blasphemy and betrayal of the gods! His heart was pounding, and his heart was filled with irrepressible anger.

He suddenly thought of Luo Sheng and the Star Spirit Clan. They may have fled, but since Naszm controlled so many of the dead, it is also likely that they would be in a bitter battle to escape for their lives...... If they hadn't been killed.

And if they die in battle...... is likely to join the zombies summoned by Doctor Dread.

Brooks couldn't hold back any longer. He got up from his hiding place, roared, as he had done with his companions, and rushed at the demons.

His shouts echoed in the silence. The demons didn't expect such a roar in such a place, and they were shocked. Brooks was satisfied, he had the upper hand, and the enemy was panicking, and that was exactly what he wanted to see.

The axe that Zeratul and the demigods had specially made for him easily slashed through the armored chest of a demon guard, revealing the disgusting entrails. After the first enemy fell, Brooks raised his tomahawk and chopped off the forearm of the other demon.

Instead of stopping what they were doing, the two Dreads let their companions deal with the attacker. They had never fought a Berserker—never—and that was an advantage for Brooks, because the enemy didn't know him. He struck at the nearest demon guard, knocking the giant demon to the ground with his massive body, and then rolled to the side, dodging the Doom Guard's blow.

Broxs and the Doomward Guard battled each other and then flashed to the side just in time to send another enemy into the air. Then he slashed the second foe in half, then slashed at the crippled demon guard with another blow, the back of the axe struck the skull in the skull.

That's when he caught the attention of a certain Doctor of Fear. The latter told his companion to continue the disgusting work, and turned to point at the Berserker.

Brooks struggled to get between the Demon King and the Doom Guard, but as soon as he got there, the winged creature screamed and writhed his torso.

Brooks felt as if something was about to emerge from his body, and he bent over in pain—his chest like it was going to explode.

Brooks was hit in the back, and he fell to the ground, already somewhat delirious. One of the last demon guards walked up to him, and Nasrezm came with him. The Demon King looked down at the Berserker, his terrifying eyes full of pride.

"You're going to be a good warrior for our side......" he whispered, "go kill your friends......"

Blox felt sick at the thought that he would sway like a zombie towards Zeling and the rest of his companions. He is not afraid of death, but it is a great irony to die in this way.

"No!" Brooks struggled to get to his feet. However, he also knew that the demon guards were armed with sharp blades, and the Doctor of Fear was skilled in evil spells, and it was impossible to defeat them.

At this moment, another Doctor of Fear suddenly let out a wail, and he was already buried in the blue fire before he could stop screaming.

When the two demons turned to look, Brooks saw an opportunity and rushed to the remaining demon king, raising his axe and swinging it. The sharp blade of the axe sliced through the throat, and Naszm was suddenly in a different place.

He himself was stabbed, and a cut was made in his body, and he snorted in pain, turning around and continuing to fight the demon guards. He struck out an axe, and the demon raised his knife to meet him, but before he could hold the sharp axe, it shattered into a ball, and the demon could not escape, and was chopped to the ground by him. (To be continued......)