"Buzz buzz...... "The old chief struggled to his feet with a violent ringing in his ears, his vision blurred and shaking. But the strongest shock had passed, and now he could barely see a blurred vision.

"It's ...... What's the matter?" thought to the chief—he had never felt that thinking was such a difficult and painful thing. Every thought was accompanied by a pain that had never been imagined before, and it was as if someone had stirred it vigorously with a red-hot steel needle stuck in their brain.

"Who won?" fortunately, the pain went down quickly, and he could barely form some brief thoughts after just a few breaths.

Now the old chieftain was most concerned about the outcome of this ambush - if his side was lucky enough to win, then there was still hope of saving the tribe, but if he lost......

The chief didn't dare to think what that would be, anyway, every detail of that future was not something he was willing to face.

He shook his head, trying to get a clearer view. Then, he looked around, searching for any piece of information in his favor.

As his senses returned to normal, the world finally changed back to what he was familiar with—only the state of everyone seemed to change.

The forest, where the battle had been raging, was calm, and there was not even a trace of birds and insects, let alone the sound of fighting. The trees are still those trees, and the flowers and plants are still those flowers, but all the life that leaps in them falls to the ground.

Including the mutant canoped wolf and all of his men, the stone skin on their bodies had fallen off, and some of them had been exposed to acid in a coma, and their bodies were burned with blisters, but even so, they did not wake up.

Almost everyone fell to the ground, except for one person. The mayor hesitated for a moment to determine that the man was Faustus - he was covered in a thick layer of earth, four thick dirt tentacles stretched out from his back, two propped up on the ground, and the other two deftly swept past the mutated canopy wolves, the tips instantly smashing half of the crested wolves.

It was only then that the chief came to his senses, "Those monsters are not dead, get up, and it turns out that you are a bunch of bastards!" he cried out, trying to wake up his men who were lying on the ground.

But there was no response. A hand reached out from behind him and patted him lightly on the shoulder, startling the chieftain. Just as he was about to raise his knife and slash at it, a slightly familiar voice came from behind him.

"It didn't take much effort, they all fell into a deep coma. "The voice was low and hoarse, very distinctive. The old chief hesitated for a moment before remembering that it was Reinhardt's voice.

"What the hell is going on?" finally saw something that was not so subversive of the worldview, and the old chief's chatterbox opened at once, "Lord Faust, he...... How did we win?"

Reinhardt regained his words, shook his head, pointed at Faust, signaled that he didn't know, and let the old chief ask Faust himself.

The old chief shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Faust, who had tentacles on his back, and shrugged his shoulders to save the question for later.

Faust had now turned off his ability to read people's emotions for the time being, but he could still see the old chieftain's envy. However, he would rather not have this kind of majesty.

He had planned to use the power of the Brain Crystal Ring to shock these damn monsters, so he grabbed a dozen of them with his tentacles to relieve the pressure on Reinhardt and the old chieftain.

However, the power of the ring was far greater than he had anticipated—he cursed the unknown Professor Pacion countless times in his mind, but it still didn't help.

At first glance, it was a remarkable achievement to knock everyone down in an instant, not only solving the problem, but also demonstrating the strength of the incredible. But that's not the whole story.

The real situation is that Faust has brought down all his teammates, not only limiting his position to one location so that the opponent can gather larger reinforcements, but also minimizing his own combat effectiveness so that the opponent can harvest heads.

In other words, Faust just ran up to the tiger, stripped naked and lay on the ground, waiting to be disemboweled—even more stupid than the so-called "spinning sushi" of Faust's previous life. At least the sushi has to be served by the tiger himself.

All Faust could do was quickly destroy the downed canopy wolves, lest they wake up and make their situation worse.

However, Faust was not for nothing, and he was inspired by the body structure of these canopyed wolves - their cranial cavity was not a brain, but an acid organ, and the real brain was hidden in the chest cavity, protected by fully enclosed ribs and thick muscles.

Such a body is clearly not derived from natural evolution, but may only be a biological weapon concocted by someone or something for some unknown purpose. And, by no means the only one.

Faust noticed that the mutated crested wolves had little to no fat and a weak digestive system, and they could not even rely on high frequency and large quantities of food to maintain their strength for combat. The only plausible explanation is that they can absorb nutrients in ways other than eating.

The more he thought about it, the more Faust's heart sank. Things were out of his grasp, and the strength of the enemy clearly exceeded the memories of the mayor of Marula and the description of the old chief.

What now? Faust didn't know that no matter how clever he was, he was just a mortal after all, and he couldn't conjure up a well-trained army to help him fight. At this point, he can only take one step at a time.

While Faust slaughtered the unconscious canopy wolf, the others were not idle. The old chief noticed that in addition to himself and Reinhardt, the witch named Annabella was also awake, and she now seemed to be treating the unconscious warriors.

In fact, Annabella was the first to wake up, even before Reinhardt. This is also a matter of course, physical strength can only be ranked second when fighting mental shock, and mental strength is more important.

A milky aura condensed from her wooden staff, and even from several yards away, the chief could smell the pungent smell on it—similar to the mixed smell of mint and garlic, but several times more irritating. When she placed the tip of the cane on the tip of a person's nose, it wouldn't be long before the person woke up sneezing.

Not everyone reacted to the move, though, and in fact, less than one in five eventually woke up. The old chief saw it in his eyes and knew in his heart that those who were stronger were the first to wake up, while those who had been wounded or weaker were still unconscious.

After Faust slaughtered the Tree-Canoped Wolf, Annabella woke up almost everyone who could.

"Be careful, everyone, don't get the acid on it. Faust did not sit idle after dealing with the dead wolf, but quickly dispersed the dirt tentacles and ran towards everyone, "Everyone, pay attention, a large wave of enemies is coming, gather and crush them!"

The old chief was about to say something, but he heard a wolf howl in the distance, as if to make a footnote to Faust's words. His face changed, and he hurriedly ordered the rest of his subordinates to form a defensive circle to protect the people who were still unconscious.