"That's how I beat Kuazza. Faust stretched out his hands and ended his story with a proud smile, "The rest of the story is lackluster - nothing more than the Hama brothers, who finally arrived, to treat everyone's wounds." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Faustus!" Reinhardt struggled to his feet and bowed deeply to Faust, "what if...... If it weren't for your help, I would ...... We'll ......."

"That's what I'm supposed to do. With a smile on his face, Faust continued, "Our encounter is the choice of the god Legba, and if I don't help you, who else will?"

"Uh......" Reinhardt was actually quite unimpressed by Faust's words, but he was not the kind of idiot to refute the lifesaver to his face, "Thank you for reaching out to us, and if you need any help, leave it to me!"

"Hmm, I said I wanted to help...... Actually, it's nothing, so I'd like to talk to you again. Faust does not refuse the kindness of others—unless there is a greater good.

Unlike Reinhardt, Annabella showed great enthusiasm, pestering the old toad Hama and asking about the treatment, "Uncle Hama, this ...... of yours Is it some kind of witchcraft?"

Old Hama's head shook like a rattle, "No, no, no...... This is a divine power bestowed by the god Legba, which is different from the witchcraft of the mortal world. You see, it's called channeling positive energy, and it's a power that every pastor has. A milky white light swam between old Hama's webbed fingers like a fish, and from time to time it sank into his palm.

"Pastor, guide positive energy?" Annabella suddenly heard two words that she didn't understand, and she seemed a little confused.

Old Hama struck while the iron was hot, and preached, "Yes. Priests are divine-believing spellcasters whose power comes from God's gifts and strong faith......"

Faust didn't bother with the zealous old Hama and the ignorant Annabella, and it was gratifying to be able to develop a human believer, but it didn't matter.

He pulled Professor Pacian over and said to him, "Do you remember the gold plates I said, Professor Pacian?"

"Of course I remember, what's wrong?" Professor Pacien looked confused.

"I'll have to tell you more about the story above. Faust's intention was to obtain as much information as he could, and if he was to be true, the "Professor Pacion" would know more and more detailed things.

"I'm afraid not anymore......" Professor Pacien was sitting on the ground resting, but as soon as he was about to answer Faust's words, as if sensing something, he suddenly stood up and looked solemnly at the dark tunnel.

Faust was taken aback by Professor Pacian's performance, and he waved his hand to signal the chattering crowd behind him to silence as he listened intently to the sounds coming from deep in the tunnel.

"Is it ......" Faust's face changed, he heard the last thing he wanted to hear, it was very familiar, he had heard this strange movement several times today—it was the sound of zombies in action.

Faust hurriedly stood up and said to everyone with a solemn face, "We are in trouble. Then he turned to Professor Pacian and said, "Professor Pacian, please lead the way, we have to get out of here as soon as possible." ”

Professor Pacien didn't speak, he nodded, unfolded his map, and ran towards a tunnel.

Old Hama had met zombies before, and now when he heard the voice, he immediately knew what he was up against, and ran away, and when Gaunt wasn't fighting, he was a man of few words and ran away with Professor Pacion without much thought.

Reinhardt and Annabella were confused, and Reinhardt asked, "What's going on, what are we hiding?" Annabella also looked at Faust with a puzzled expression.

Faust stamped his foot and shouted, "There's no time to explain, run!"

Annabella and Reinhardt were not rookies who had come out on adventures for the first time, and they had encountered this situation before, so they looked at each other, nodded, and quickly followed Faust.

Reinhardt easily caught up with Faust, running as he tried to ask the situation: "What the hell is chasing us?"

Faust does not hide either: "Zombies!"

Faust's answer made Reinhardt laugh: "Zombies, aren't these low-level undead easy to kill?"

"These zombies are different, they ......" Faust was about to explain to Reinhardt in detail, when he suddenly heard the voice of old Hama in front of him: "Run back, the zombies have gone around to the front!"

Faust stopped and listened, and he did hear the voices of zombies approaching behind him.

His face changed, and he warned everyone in a loud voice: "There are zombies in the back! No need to run! We are surrounded by zombies, ready to fight!"

Reinhardt was not afraid, he drew his long sword and put on an attacking stance, "It's just a zombie, what's so scary?"

Faust smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mr. Reinhardt, be careful...... By the way, pay attention to their claws. ”

Faust no longer paid attention to Reinhardt, he took a deep breath, and the first venture was still a little too exciting for him to encounter two high-intensity battles in quick succession.

The old toad Hama paced back and forth nervously, muttering to himself, "What to do, what to do?" but this time, Faust did not rebuke him.

Professor Pacien showed just the right amount of panic - he was short of breath, two trembling strands, one huddled in a corner shivering.

The remaining three-person adventuring party looked quite relaxed - they had seen all kinds of zombies - Annabella's mana had recovered quite a bit, and she was waiting with her wand in hand, Reinhardt and Gaunt standing at opposite ends of the line, facing both directions of the tunnel, clearly intending to confront the zombies directly.

"There's something really wrong with the zombies here, you need to be careful. Seeing their overconfident expressions, Faust couldn't help but remind again: "They look much more powerful than ordinary zombies, and those claws can easily cut half an inch deep on the wall......"

"Mr. Faust," Reinhardt interrupted Faust's warning, "now we have no choice but to do what we can do regardless of whether our opponent is strong or weak...... Only fighting!"

“...... You're right, Mr. Reinhardt. Faust ate a soft nail, he scratched his chin and stopped reinminding Reinhardt.

The zombie's roar was getting closer and closer, and after a while, the zombie appeared in front of Faust and his party. The first to appear were the zombies on Reinhardt's side, that is, the direction Faust they ran from.

The first zombie was the corpse of a toad man, but it was clearly much older than our old Hama - although his clothes had been rotted into rags, it was still clear that he was once a decent outfit, and most of the current toad people wore only an apron, or even no at all.

Reinhardt let out a low roar and rushed forward, slashing the toad zombie's head with a sword, nearly splitting its head in half.

But that didn't make the toad zombie fight back, and its claws were wrapped in pitch black, making Reinhardt's sword sizzle as soon as it touched it.

The corners of Faust's eyes twitched, this close contact had already made him see a little bit of the doorway - the claws of zombies have strong negative energy and acidic energy, and they have a strong corrosive ability to both dead and living things.

In short, each of their normal attacks was similar to the one Faust used to take out Kuazza.

Faust didn't dare to slack off, and quickly turned into a star form, and he flew into the air, clinging to the ceiling, spreading his body as much as possible and thinning his thickness.

"Be careful, don't let their claws touch. Faust issued another warning.