"Lucas, Klaus. You two walk behind and take care of Zhanas, understand?" Faust commanded, and although Zhannas's strength seemed to have skyrocketed and surpassed the two bodyguards, Faust still felt the need to take care of her out of concern for her mental condition.

"Reinhardt, you and Annabella take care to protect Mayor Marula, are you okay?" asked Faust. "The old chief and I will walk ahead of you, ready to respond. ”

Reinhardt nodded, still expressionless. Annabella peeked at him, didn't say anything, just quietly moved two steps towards Reinhardt.

Seeing that Reinhardt had no objections, Faust turned to the chief and said, "Your men have been arranged by you, and I am not familiar with them. "It's all a pretext, and you don't need to know each of their strengths to direct these people. Faust simply didn't want to be unhappy with the chieftain over the matter of command.

Sure enough, the chief smiled at Faust and said, "No problem, Lord Faustus." He patted Faust on the shoulder, then turned and shouted loudly at the hunters and elite warriors in the vernacular, gesturing with a gesture or two.

It didn't take long for the team to be organized. At the head were two Revenants, both of whom had been handpicked by the Chief to be the best at finding their way and scouting. Further back were a mix of warriors and wilderness hunters, among whom were two old acquaintances of Faust, Gurupin and Batura.

Fortunately, Batura knew that he had no hope of marrying Zhanas, and although he still ignored Faust, he did not make any unusual moves. Grupin was different, a deformed eccentric man whom Faust had seen several times staring at himself viciously and sharpening his knife. However, he seems to be afraid of the old chieftain, and does not really clash with Faust.

These two men were the best of the elite samurai and the revenants, respectively, and they were made up behind the two of them, and they were the main attackers in front of them.

Behind them are the other tribal warriors lined up in a circle, who are the backbone of the battle, and the vast majority of the kills against the fire cockroaches will be carried out by them.

In the middle of the circular protective circle are the more important characters - including Faust, the Old Chieftain, Reinhardt and others. Their formation was as Faust had previously arranged.

Faust watched as everyone had all their equipment ready, packed their bags, and didn't make any pre-war speeches, just silently activated their abilities.

A layer of black dirt crept up everyone's ankles, coating everyone with a close-fitting black film. Immediately afterward, a layer of yellowish earth slowly covered the black stone skin, a secret weapon that Faust had carefully concocted to fight acid.

Last night, he carefully studied the acid that kills fire cockroaches and readjusted the ratio of the soil. However, he didn't think it was of any use, it was just a slight delay in the time it took to be corroded.

That acid was far more corrosive than any organic acid Faust had ever seen. If one layer of stone skin and one layer of alkaline soil are counted as one layer, then even after being diluted by the body fluids of fire cockroaches, this acid can still corrode six layers of alkaline soil in a row.

Faust is not yet able to cover all of them with six layers of special soil - while Hud Meier's dentures have almost no limit, Faust's control is limited.

He can only cover everyone with a maximum of four layers of dirt, and in order to still retain some self-preservation, he will only cover everyone else with three layers of dirt.

Soon, Faust finished casting the spell. Now it looked like everyone was more than a lap bigger than before, and they looked a little bloated, but Faust had done it at the joints, and the dirt didn't affect their dexterity.

"It was more comfortable than I thought it would be. The chief moved his joints a few times, "It's breathable." He tapped on the black stone skin that covered the outermost layer, "And it's hard enough, the three layers add up to more than a set of leather armor." ”

The warriors were amazed at the stone's armor, with the exception of two—Batura, who was moving his body to get used to the added weight as quickly as possible, and Gurubon, who was moving his body and staring at Faust with a little more hatred in his eyes.

His intelligence is not very high, but when it comes to fighting, he has a far more intuitive than ordinary people. Although he couldn't make any sense, he knew that Faust's strength was definitely more than that—and now Faust's power was enough to make him overwhelmed.

Faust quietly added a fourth layer of dirt to himself—a privilege he rightfully had as a spellcaster—and then, looking around at the warriors around him, he announced in a loud voice, "Go!"

The old chief nodded, and the two scouts in front of him strode forward. Batura followed, and Gurubang was a little slower—he snorted coldly at Faust before turning to leave.

The group was not moving slowly, and with the special armor, there was no need for them to remain on guard - they only needed to rush up and hack the fire cockroaches to death when they appeared.

But they had advanced for a quarter of an hour, but not a single cockroach had been seen.

"Like yesterday, it's a little weird. The old chief explained to Faust: "Yesterday I went with Mr. Reinhardt to catch fire cockroaches, but I came here and found nothing. ”

"It stands to reason that there should already be fire cockroaches here, but we advanced another hour before we managed to find one that was seriously injured and dying. The chief shook his head, "I'm afraid it's that mysterious monster......"

Faust waved his hand to stop the old chieftain from continuing, "Chief Chief, now is not the time to speak. At the same time, he used his psychic power to send the message directly into the old chief's mind.

Chief, I'm afraid that the mood of the warriors will be wrong when these things are mentioned now...... Besides, we have no choice. Faust persuaded the old chieftain in this way.

This time Faust did not confuse the people, for the old chieftain, things really had no choice, in order to save the tribe, he had to go to deal with the city of flesh.

But this was not the case in Faust's view, and he could have chosen to flee back to the kingdom of Aventus, and with his merits in the New World, he was sure that he would be able to rise to prominence in the kingdom's political arena.

However, compared to what he was planning now, this benefit was a little insignificant. Faust knew that greed would lead him down a path full of thorns.

But, at the end of this path, he will be crowned king – and even, he can become...... God.