"Brother Hama, let me remind you, this undead is not a zombie, it's called a corpse witch. Faust corrected old Hama's mistake as he deftly shrank behind Gaunt, temporarily cutting off the sight of the witch.

Unlike living beings, the intelligence of the undead is often directly proportional to their strength, that is, the more powerful the undead are, the higher the intelligence. The exception is the Corpse Witch, all of whom possess intelligence, but their distribution of strength is more similar to that of living beings - some are strong and some are weak, and they can be strengthened by learning and exercising.

Corpse witches are often powerful mages in their lifetimes, and when they try to be reincarnated as a lich, the loser is likely to transform into a corpse witch.

Unlike the lichs who inherited their consciousness before death, the corpse witches are the "new undead" born from powerful bodies full of mana and negative energy, and all their achievements in life are lost, and only a very small part is converted into talents, which remain into the years after death. As a result, they can only further enhance their power by learning.

But this corpse witch was quite different, and Faust knew on his toes that there would never be a place in this labyrinth that would meet the harsh conditions of lich reincarnation, and no stupid mage would choose to transform into a corpse witch here.

It is highly likely the product of another cause that created the Necro - a supernatural force strong enough and evil enough to convert the newly dead spellcasters around it into a Necro Witch.

Evil supernatural powers, dead caster corpses, this labyrinth easily fulfills this condition.

"Damn, I've been getting worse and worse lately......" Faust cursed in a low voice.

Faust hated and feared such things as corpse witches - corpse witches were undead, most of the psychic energy that disturbed their minds could not work on them, and they had extraordinary intelligence, and it could almost be said that the corpse witch was complete with Faust at this stage.

However, one cannot always face the enemies that one is good at dealing with, and Faust will have to encounter a corpse witch or even a lich sooner or later, and the situation is far from the worst - at least Faust still has a decent group of teammates.

The corpse witch on the opposite side let out a hoarse roar, and a purple-black ball of energy gathered in his palm.

Seeing that the corpse witch could not be struck a blow, Faust immediately began to brew the next wave of attack, and hurriedly called for the support of the adventurer: "Gaunt, reward him with an incendiary bomb!"

The big man Gaunt moved even faster than Faust spoke, and he was closer to the witch than Faust, and at this distance, he didn't even need to use the sling, and he didn't even see him aiming, a small white ball was thrown out of Gaunt's hand, and smashed firmly into the witch's chest.

"Whew!" As soon as the incendiary bomb touched the corpse witch, it burst open, turning into a flowing flame that crawled all over the corpse witch's body, and the corpse witch let out a terrifying ...... Laughter?

Faust's face changed, and he thought of a possibility, he quietly took two steps back, and continued to command: "Brother Hama, use your positive energy!"

"Quack!" Old Hama replied in a heartfelt voice, proud of his extraordinary performance against zombies, and this time he repeated his old trick, a large plume of milky white light towards the burning upper body of the corpse witch.

"Poof~~Zizizi~~" As soon as the light touched the flames, it made the sound of sparks dripping into the water, and also caused wisps of black smoke to billow.

"Bang!" the corpse witch didn't make any special moves, and the white light and flames that enveloped its upper body were like balloons that had been blown up, and exploded into fireworks.

Faust hid early and was not affected, but the others were caught off guard by the sudden explosion of fireworks, and fled in confusion, some with holes in their clothes, and some with a few blisters. And the corpse witch, who had lost his cover in the firelight, also revealed his appearance at the moment.

Overall, the Corpse Witch was no different from before, except that the surface of its body was shrouded in a dull purple-black light curtain, which was obviously the means it used to block the flames and white light.

The corpse witch squirmed her shriveled lips and said word by word, "Stupid...... Target...... Intruder, you ...... You are no threat to me. ”

The Corpse Witch is a highly intelligent undead, unlike other undead, in that its abilities are not innate—innate with "death"—but accumulated through continuous learning after death, and the usual Corpse Witch will only spawn in a tightly guarded secret laboratory, and the intelligent Corpse Witch will only leave his birthplace after mastering enough spells to protect himself.

The other kind of corpse witch lacks such conditions. Regardless of the time or purpose, a mage would not have thought that he would transform into a corpse witch when he set out on an adventure, nor would he have any empathy for himself who had become a corpse witch - in theory, a corpse witch was no different from a mold to the original owner of the body.

All in all, now Faust and his friends have not systematically studied this corpse witch, and all its abilities can only be obtained by patting their brains - it is not easy to learn the energy ball just now.

Faust had thought about this for a long time, so he thought that an incendiary bomb would be enough to solve it, but he didn't expect that this corpse witch was extremely talented, and in addition to the energy ball, he also mastered the spell of a shield.

Although the form continued to slide to the opposite side, Faust still did not panic - if he panicked, it would be really as the corpse witch said, and the whole team was no longer a threat.

He continued to command, "Reinhardt, Gaunt, you two stand up to the other zombies first!"

"Roger, Mr. Faustus. ”

"Understood, man!"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Faust used his spiritual energy slightly, and forcibly calmed down the old Hama, who was already trembling with fear, "Brother Hama, is the divine power enough? Use all your remaining strength to give this bone frame the greatest positive energy!"

Old Hama was a little in a trance by Faust's rough mental power, that is, his spirit has been strengthened by Legba's protection in the past few days, and a few days ago, this alone could make him unconscious for half a day.

He nodded, "I...... I'll try. With that, he got down on his knees and began to recite the scriptures silently and pray for the blessings of Lord Regba.

The corpse witch was not an idiot, he would not watch old Hama gather his strength like this, so that he could be ruthless to himself, so he waved his hands and quickly threw a string of small purple-black light bullets.

This string of light bullets was only the size of a quail egg, but it was far faster and more numerous than the fist-sized balls of light before, and it was clear that the corpse witch had made up his mind to harass him.

Faust was prepared for this, and he hurriedly applied his inert armor, and then himself stood in front of the old toad.

"Puff puff...... Smack!" A string of light bullets slammed into the inert armor, the first three only making a muffled sound, and by the fourth inert armor cracked—the inert armor was very weak in its defense against spells—opening the way for the next few balls of light.

The purple-black light bullet easily sank into Faust's chest, making a corrosive sound.

But the Witch was not happy—Faust did not die as he had imagined, or at least could not afford to be seriously injured, on the contrary, his injuries were surprisingly light.

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Faust's head. He had miscalculated the power of this negative energy bomb, so his means of defusing the offensive just now were very thrilling. The moment his inert armor broke, he displayed the astral form.

This hand can't prevent the negative energy bullet from causing damage to him, but it can avoid the subsequent damage caused by the negative energy bullet through the erosion of the body - the reason is very simple, the negative energy bullet will bring a certain amount of damage when it hits the human body, and at the same time, the human body will be corroded with some flesh and blood. The effect of one less piece of flesh is certainly not as simple as the damage caused by a single hit, but also includes the damage caused by bleeding and missing organs.

And Faust, who turns into a slime, is not afraid to open a hole, and he will not lose an organ.

With Faust personally taking the risk to escort him, old Hamma's long-stored positive energy was ready, and he cried out, "Lord Apostle, get out and write some!"

Without hesitation, Faust rolled on the spot and got out of the way of the shot.

Old Hama rubbed the positive energy into a basin-sized ball of light this time, and smashed it on the top of the corpse witch's head, limited by the narrow terrain of the passage, it was difficult to dodge this attack - besides, once he dodged, Faust and his party, who were not afraid of positive energy, could quickly run around the corner, and it could only choose to open the shield and resist this attack at will.

"Boom!" The positive energy light ball collided with the purple-black light mask that was propped up into a hemispherical shape, and the irreconcilable contradiction between the two provoked a huge explosion, and both sides were overturned to the ground at that time.

The old toad Hama's body was soaked in positive energy, and he was not hurt much by the air waves, and he got up and hid in the rear.

Not only is the corpse witch not as strong as the old toad Hama, but it is also located closer to the center of the explosion, and the form is much worse than that of the old Hama-his good-looking priest's robe has been completely torn into strips of cloth, and his whole body is full of scorched black marks, looking at the way it is spread on the ground, at least half of the bones have been broken, and the purple light in his eyes is much weaker.

Faust certainly wouldn't let go of such a great opportunity, he smirked, his eyes lit up brightly, and his strengthened psionic energy shot out with a buzzing buzz.

"Cryo Ray!" First, a pale blue beam of light struck the corpse witch's body, coating him with a layer of blue-white frost, but also blowing off half of his arm.

This is not over, as Faust waved his hand, a cluster of astral tentacles instantly stretched out from the ground below the corpse witch's body, tightly wrapping the frozen corpse witch.

"Annabella, get a few more roots!" Faust now intends to use all the power he can muster.

"Hmm!" Annabella had no strength to talk nonsense, she gritted her teeth, desperately squeezing the witchcraft power in her body, and barely spawned five or six rattans and strangled them on the corpse witch.

Faust didn't have much hope, it was already a surprise that there were so many, he called to the other team members, "Hurry up now!"