"Goo-goo...... Quack!" Kuazza let out a loud, terrifying croak.

Reinhardt looked at Kuaza, who instantly swelled like a demon god, and swallowed with difficulty—such a huge monster he had encountered in his past adventures, such as ogres, half-giants, etc.

However, this time the feeling was completely different, Kuaza may not be a match for the aforementioned monsters in terms of size, but the oppressive force was something Reinhardt had never seen before.

"Goo!" a furious Kuazza punched him, and Reinhardt quickly rolled on the spot to barely dodge the punch, and when he looked intently, he saw that the place where he had been standing had become a shallow pit, and cracks were everywhere in the corridor.

Kuaza roared wildly and continued to chase after him.

"Good...... So fast!" Reinhardt continued to roll around to dodge Kuaza's attack, only to find that Kuaza's fury did not affect his agility, and his huge body was like the wind as before, but he couldn't jump up and down like before.

"There's a chance!" Reinhardt slashed Kuazza into his thigh as he withdrew his fist.

The blade of the Zila...... sword slashed across Kuaza's skin, making a sound that sounded like cutting metal. Reinhardt felt the wind above him, and rolled forward, scurrying from under Kuazza to behind him.

"Boom!" Kuaza's fist slammed into the ground again, leaving a shallow hole.

Reinhardt took the opportunity to check his own record—it was very disappointing, the sword left only a white mark on Kuaza's leg, and the deepest part of the wound was only a few beads of blood.

"How is this going to be fought?" Reinhardt said in a lost voice.

Indeed, Kuaza's berserk effect was far beyond Reinhardt's realization—if the barbarian's fury was so strong, all the melee pros would have run away to be barbarians.

Kuaza's strength, speed, and defense have all made a qualitative leap compared to before the fury, and it can almost be said that they are two people. Reinhardt looked at the long knife that had been thrown aside, and the only good news was probably this, this exaggerated rage would greatly reduce the user's IQ, and even weapons would not be used.

"Bang!" Reinhardt leaped sideways, dodging Kuaza's straight punch and swinging his sword to leave a shallow trail of blood on his fist.

Although he dodged the frontal blow of the fist, Reinhardt was swept five or six feet away by the wind of the fist and the rubble. He smiled wryly, it seemed that the disadvantage of not being able to use weapons was not as great as he thought - now, Kuaza's fists were more lethal than swords.

Fortunately for the unfortunate situation, the ferocious Kuaza was not as cunning as before, and he had been chasing Reinhardt to fight, instead of attacking the badly wounded Gaunt and Annabella, who lacked the ability to fight head-on.

Reinhardt struggled to his feet, crossed his sword, and his eyes became firm again - once he was defeated, his companions would never be spared, and in order not to lose his companions again, he must hold on no matter what.

With a map in his hand, Professor Pacien led the way, stopping from time to time to look at it.

Faust followed him, walking honestly, and when the professor stopped, he leaned over and asked the professor questions.

Faust was now convinced of the Professor—he had just come into contact with the Toad People when he first came into contact with a primitive tribe called the Toad People, and even if he knew from the books that there was a glorious ancient civilization here, he lacked an intuitive feeling.

But through a brief time with Professor Pacion, he realized the false impression he had always accepted that the world was very backward and a civilization that had redeveloped from the wasteland.

In fact, the civilization of the New World was very developed.

In contrast to the refugees of the Old World, who rebuilt civilization almost from nothing, the survivors of the New World are no less civilized than the new world, which is guided by the gods.

Professor Pacien is a clear example of this, although he is an expert in archaeology, he has unique insights into cartography, surveying and other subjects, and is good at education.

"Professor Pacian, you are so knowledgeable that I am very interested in the school where you work, and I do not know ......" Faust has always been reluctant to express his admiration, especially when it comes to knowledge.

"Ah, that's good to say, the university where I work is in the imperial capital, if you have the heart, I can give you a letter of introduction, with your knowledge, even in the university, you are the best...... Oh, turn left ahead of this hallway, and you'll be back where we were separated. ”

Faust was about to reply, when old Hama, who had been following in silence, suddenly interjected: "Listen, Lord Apostle, is there anything ...... Strange sounds?"

Faust rolled his eyes, he was tired of criticizing the old toad Hama for his overly strong sense of distress, "Brother Hamma, this is the fourth and last ......"

"No, he's right. Professor Pacien interrupted Faust's lecture and raised his hand for him to listen, "as if there was some sound...... Hmm, kind of like a human voice?"

Faust's hearing was not bad, he was only focused on Professor Pacion's makeshift lecture, and now he listened intently and heard far more sounds than Professor Pacion—the sounds of chewing, the unconscious growl, and the chaotic murmuring.

"Professor, I forgot to tell you on the way," Faust blushed, "in this labyrinth...... Zombies are being havoc. The voice...... I'm afraid the zombies are eating Mr. Jebido's body. ”

Professor Pacion's hands trembled, barely holding the map, "What did you say?

He glanced at the map quickly, "Let's go, hurry, hurry, hurry!" He waved his hand back and forth vigorously, "Run, run, run!"

The old toad Hama naturally didn't have to say it, from the first word the professor opened his mouth to say, he raised his foot, and after the professor said this, he had already run half the corridor.

Faust was very obedient at such times, and he spread his legs and ran, and with his youth and long legs he caught up with old Hama in a few steps, "Professor, you should follow too." Faust spoke, but without stopping to wait for the professor, he disappeared around the corner in a few breaths - it was no longer unacceptable to get lost in the face of the threat of death.

Seeing the two of them running around the corner, the panic on the professor's face slowly subsided, and he snapped his fingers, and a small group of zombies slowly swayed in the corridor behind him, with blood on their mouths and hands, and the leader was still carrying half a skull in one hand, apparently licking the zombies' favorite food just now.

"Keep up with me. Professor Pacien gave the order casually, and walked slowly in the direction of Faust's escape.

This time it didn't look at the map again, but it wouldn't lose it.