Ghoul creatures, their appearance is accompanied by death, disease and endless war. People are terrified of this creature, but also angry. But the irony is that it was the humans themselves who created this creature. The people who died as a result of the war eventually turned into carrion and gave birth to them, and their existence seemed to be a warning to people, but the war never stopped.

Marcos had seen the war-torn villages spawn large numbers of corpse-eating creatures, emotionless, sane and feeding on decaying corpses. It's not a difficult task to deal with them, but the smell of decay has to soak into almost every bone in your body. Because of this, he especially hated corpse-eating creatures, and it was unbearable for Marcos to get rid of them with a single knife.

The smell of death permeated Neopera, the dark elf city that had been hit by a terrible plague overnight, and even the surrounding underground caverns were filled with the smell of decay and death. Marcos didn't like it, no one did, not even the dark elves. It is a world without light, and the dark elves who live underground have no connection to the sun for the rest of their lives. The adventurers who come here are destined to sacrifice their bodies to endless darkness.

If it weren't for Krent's plea for help and the quiz of that snarky woman, Gal Elith, Marcos wouldn't have been willing to come to this cave that smells of rot. The Dark Elves gave it a very boring name, the Land of Analysis, which made Marcos even more convinced that the Dark Elves who lived underground all year round were not talented. It's also a haven for cannibal creatures.

The bones and blood everywhere, the terrifying roars of the corpse snatchers, and the creaking skeleton monsters, everything was terrible. The biggest headache for Marcos and Carl is that the corpse snatchers are endless, and when you kill one corpse snatcher, the other will crawl out of the ground. These disgusting creatures dragged their rotting bodies, wanting to gnaw away all the creatures that came here.

"Well, I think we've stabbed a hornet's nest. Marcos whispered.

"It's okay, as long as the Fetts find Morgan's whereabouts, your Dark Elf friend has really given us a difficult task. There was a hint of sarcasm in Karl's tone, and there was no doubt that it was aimed at Krent.

"It's not hard to hold these ghouls down, but there are a lot of them. Marcos muttered, setting up the Frost Saya at his feet to keep the corpse snatchers from coming any further to him.

Karl glanced at the arch behind him, with two pillars of light like ghostly fire, and spoke. "There's no movement in there, and I guess Fitt might be in some trouble. ”

"Isn't that interesting?" said Marcos. "They're in trouble, and we're in trouble, the same fate. ”

"You're really going to comfort yourself, let's get rid of these annoying corpse thieves first. Carl charged at the corpse robber as he reloaded his two revolvers.

"Ghouls, I still like to call them that......" Marcos muttered, attaching the power of the ghost to the sword, slicing open the ground in front of him with a single sword, and the raging ghost aura struck the corpse raiders along the rift, splitting the corpse snatchers in its path in two, and then devouring their entire bodies.

The biggest weakness of the corpse robbers is their slow movement, and they are just a bunch of emotionless walking dead. Carl was perfectly capable of delivering every bullet into the head of every corpse snatcher, and perhaps the only problem was that there were too many of them, as Marcos had just said. The two are still human at the end of the day, and their physical strength and energy, as well as Carl's bullets, are limited.

Marcos had been searching for a location, a location that would affect all the body robbers in the area. He only had one chance to do this, so he immediately took a stride towards the position, slashing away the scattered corpse snatchers with his sword on the way. He didn't want to do too much entanglement, because once he reached that position, he could let his ghost formation cover the entire area.

It was located in the middle of the two coffins on the left side of the area, and it was their tradition for the Dark Elves to decorate their caves with this object that humans considered ominous. It's a pity that the coffin is still there, and the dark elves who once lived in this cave have become corpse robbers. The outbreak of the epidemic in Neupera must have left them helpless, and Marcos could not even imagine what it would be like if it broke out in a town where humans lived.

Instead of breaking the coffin, Marcos concentrated on setting up the Rakshasa ghost formation in the middle of the coffin. At first, the range of the ghost formation was not much different from usual, but when Marcos took out a bottle of alchemy potion of black liquid and poured it on the center of the formation and recited a series of incantations, the formation began to spread outward. A cursed gray aura swirled around Marcos, and an even more pungent smell of decay emanated from the center of the formation.

Karl frowned, then realized what had happened. The guy doesn't remind his companions before the action every time, that's his style, without dragging the mud in the slightest. However, it is better to endure some inexplicable unpleasant smell than to be in danger, and Karl could notice that the rakshasas had begun to emerge from the formation to eat away at the bodies of the corpse robbers.

It was a silent duel, and the end result was that the Rakshasa devoured all the body robbers present, and it also took so much of Marcos's energy that his head began to hurt again. He quickly pulled the painkiller out of his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, and at the same time leaned his body against the coffin, he didn't want to fall to his knees because he couldn't stand the headache. It's dirty, he thought.

"Is your head hurting again?" asked Carl as he walked over and asked with concern.

"Yes, every time you use the power of the ghosts and gods excessively, it will be like this. God, do you know how I'm feeling right now? My head was going to explode, and the guys were cursing in my head. Marcos looked up with difficulty.

"Take a break, you're trying too hard, it's just some corpse stealers. Karl felt a little unworthy of Marcos's approach.

"If it makes us less stressed, or even less stressed, why not?" said Marcos with a smile and shrugged.

Carl crouched down beside him, his eyes fixed on the gray dirt on the ground. "Did Krent tell you anything about that guy Morgan?"

Marcos used his hands to move his ass to the coffin board, then rested his hands loosely on his knees. "Of course, he told me that Morgan was the master alchemist of the Dark Elves, and that he had come here alone to find out the root cause of the contagion. Then, he lost the news. ”

"It's usually certain that people who come to this kind of place will disappear, isn't it?" Karl spread his hands helplessly.

"Oh, Clente is more optimistic than you, and he thinks Morgan may have found a clue about the contagion. But we all know what it means to be missing in such a place. Marcos sighed.

"It's all up to the results of the Fetts, and something is not something we can stop from happening. Once again, Karl looked at the eerie arch.

"Yes, that's not something we can stop. ”