"All assault!" shouted Faust in high spirits.

"Whew!" Gaunt was the first to respond to Faust's call, "Eat me an axe!" He stepped over the whole group in two steps, walked in front of Reinhardt, and took an axe at the head of the oncoming zombie.

The zombie was stretching out its claws to tear a piece of flesh from the living flesh to soothe its shriveled stomach, but instead of flesh, it was a huge, rough, sturdy axe that greeted him.

Of course, the corrosive energy on the zombie's claws is also good for the axe, but this axe is rough enough that the damage to it is negligible, but the zombie's arm can't stand the huge impact on the axe, and it is simply broken into three.

"Hah!" Gaunt took advantage of the situation and swung another large axe, easily smashing the entire zombie to pieces. Flying claw fragments slashed across Gaunt's face, causing his face to be corroded with a large chunk of flesh in an instant, but Gaunt didn't care, instead smirking and rushing to the next zombie.

Faust had been keeping a close eye on the battle situation on the "front line", and of course Gaunt's crazy offensive was also under his supervision, and he spoke: "Reinhardt, cover Gaunt, don't let him rush too far alone!"

Reinhardt deftly dodged the zombie's claw strike, and played a beautiful sword flower, instantly cutting off the zombie's two claws, "Got it, Mr. Faustus." ”

Even after losing his most threatening weapon, the zombie didn't flinch, roaring and lunging at Reinhardt. However, Reinhardt did not continue to attack the zombie, but nimbly avoided it and ran in the direction of Gaunt.

He soon caught up with Gaunt, and the two had an unusual tacit understanding, there was no communication between them, but the cooperation came naturally.

Reinhardt only parried some deadly attacks for Gaunt, occasionally killing one or two zombies, just like they had fought against Kuazza before, and with Reinhardt's support, Gaunt also consciously reduced his defense and did as much damage as possible to the zombies.

Faust saw that the combination of Gaunt and Reinhardt was not likely to make much mistakes in the short term, so he focused more on the other people, "Brother Hama, keep your offensive up! Annabella, will you attack the type of witchcraft? There are more zombies coming ahead!"

The current situation is different from just now, the team led by Faust is on the defensive, and the control skills can effectively weaken the zombies' offensive and bring greater help to their own side, but now their purpose is to break through, so whether they control the zombies or not, as long as they want to go this way, they must defeat the zombies, which means that direct attacks will be more effortless.

"I ...... I'll have one!" Annabella chanted the incantation, and soon, a four-colored mixed beam of energy erupted forward, knocking down the two zombies.

"Okay! just do it! soon get to the corner, do it again!" Faust was so excited by the effectiveness of this witchcraft that he even thought that if all the people below him were replaced by Annabella now, the team would have reached Toad Village safely by now.

"No...... No! this witchcraft ...... It's too much to consume......" Annabella's pale face shattered Faust's illusion - how it was all Annabella, and now the zombies were almost full.

Faust secretly scolded Annabella for being useless, but he still didn't give up struggling, "Then can you put the root whisker move again?"

Annabella didn't answer this time, just silently chanted the spell, but it wasn't until a thin layer of fragrant sweat covered her head that three or five roots were entangled in the zombie, and in an instant, they were corroded into pieces of dust by negative energy.

Faust found that Annabella was worthless, so he simply ignored her, "Let's work hard, turn the corner in front of you, and go straight to the exit!"

After Faust finished shouting, he raised another tentacle and released a crimson ray that pierced the shoulder of a zombie, and the dry zombie soon burst into flames.

Faust didn't devote all his energies to command and combat—both of which he loved and even more excited about, but he had to sacrifice his hobby for the time being.

Faust rolled his eyes, carefully searching for everything in the passage, "It's not, it's almost there......"

What Faust is looking for is Kuaza's body, which he needs to continue his plans.

"Aha! I found it!" Faust finally found what he was looking for, but ...... It is surrounded by several zombies.

Thanks to the large amount of negative energy injected by Faust, Kuaza's flesh is difficult to arouse the appetite of zombies, but there are so many zombies that some will stand in places where they shouldn't.

Faust looked at the few people below, each of whom had developed a rudimentary understanding of how to fight the zombies, and barely needed their own command - also thanks to the zombies' low intelligence and consequent tactical poverty.

Faust gritted his teeth and finally decided to take what he wanted from the zombies himself - Kuaza's corpse was important, but not more important than the purpose of "breaking out of the labyrinth".

Faust's viscous body squirmed, and in response to his movements, a cluster of astral tentacles rose up, centered on Kuaza's corpse, and swirled outward like a flower in full bloom.

Several zombies around him were just standing unconsciously, but they were thrown out in an instant, and one of the zombies had his leg broken.

"Well, now!" Faust leaped forward, regained his human form, picked up Kuaza's body, and ran away with his back on his back.

He hadn't taken two steps before Faust suddenly shrank his head, and a purple-black ball of light skipped over his head and slammed into the wall beside him. Faust shuddered as he looked at the silently missing piece on the wall—like a scoop of ice cream that someone had scooped up.

He could even see two of his hairs falling from his eyes, turning into ashes before they reached the ground.

"There's a strong enemy!" Old Hama screamed, his cry perfectly explaining what Faust had been attacked, "There's a zombie in the front right corner!"

Faust wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, came back to his senses, and looked at the so-called "zombie who could cast spells" that attacked him.

I saw that in the place pointed by old Hama, there was a zombie wearing a sacrificial costume floating in the air, half a position taller than the other zombies, and the long sacrificial robe even covered the top of the feet, at first glance it seemed like a ghost floating in the air.

The body of this spellcaster zombie is more shriveled than the other zombies, like a skinned skeleton, but the clothes on its body are much better, although it also looks old and outdated, but this clothes do not look too strange to wear on a living person.

Faust slapped his forehead and let out a groan, "Brother Hama, let me remind you, this undead is not a zombie, it's called a corpse witch!"