"Speed up! The undead are about to catch up!" Francis, breathing at a constant pace, said to the two team members who were close to running out of energy. Looking at Bridget, who had not exhausted much physical strength, the old warrior grabbed one of Steve's and Regan's hands and pulled them both forward.

The two berserkers looked at Francis with some gratitude, gritted their teeth and moved desperately towards the inner floor. The few people who were running didn't notice the reason why Yang Long, who was being protected by them, was inexplicably unconscious.

Not only that, but even the memories of the undead ocean that had overwhelmed them with despair a few seconds ago seemed to have been erased from their heads. The current few people have no other decadent mood except for some exhaustion and panic.

Only Brigitte found that there were tears on her face that had not yet dried up, but she couldn't remember why she was crying. However, when she saw Yang Long's body, which was still convulsing even though she was unconscious, the girl's mind was all focused on the young man in her arms.

Whew!

With the howls one after another, behind Francis, a seemingly endless army of undead suddenly appeared. What made several people a little puzzled was that these undead were all baboon-like creatures, and none of the other undead were led by death warriors.

However, even if the composition of the army of the undead was extremely single, and the undead creatures with the appearance of baboons had no intelligence and were only fourth-order strength, in just a few minutes, at least five or six thousand undead poured in at the end of the street behind a few people, which was not at all something that the few people who were exhausted now could compete.

"Oh no! everybody, hurry up!" Francis looked grim, and his legs sped up sharply, but his speed did not increase significantly. Dragging Steve and Regan, the guardian warriors whose speed was originally weak, couldn't shake off the undead creatures behind them.

In contrast, although Brits, who was holding a person and turned into a stormtrooper soldier, was able to significantly increase her speed, and after a while, she opened a certain distance from the three Francis, and then had to consciously slow down and wait for the three top-level powerhouses behind her.

From entering the inner second floor to now, the four of them have been running for more than ten minutes, plus the time when they were forgotten by a few people, this escape team has left the inner third layer of the city wall far behind them, and can only vaguely see a rough outline.

At the same time, because they had gone deep into the inner second floor, Francis and the others gradually encountered the attack of scattered undead, and occasionally they could also see some low-level professionals, relying on buildings to fight to the death against the undead.

Obviously, the direction in which a few people are walking has been spread by the undead who have broken into the inner second floor, and the pursuers behind them are like whips, constantly driving everyone, although Bridget is faster, but with Yang Long in his arms, he can't fight at all, so he can only slowly run with Francis and a few people.

"No, if you continue like this, you will be overtaken!" said the old soldier with a worried face and some sadness.

After the army of the undead appeared, Francis dragged two berserkers and ran away with Bridget for about half an hour. Although the Guardian Warrior has at least three times more physical strength than a professional of the same level, it still can't withstand such a consumption.

Unconsciously, the distance between several people and the army of the undead has changed from more than a thousand meters apart at the beginning to less than a hundred meters now. The two berserkers running at the back could even hear the grinding of the teeth of the undead creatures.

Laugh at!

Francis slashed the undead creature in front of him with a sword, looked back at the undead creature that was less than fifty meters away from several people, the old face with some pale temples couldn't help but wrinkle, and just subconsciously wanted to hold Regan's hand and run with this old subordinate, but was dodged by this berserker.

"No, Captain, let's go!" Regan's face, pale from the loss of strength, showed a determination to let go of all baggage. He took out his two-handed greatsword and held it in his hand with some difficulty, and let out an ugly smile and said to Francis.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!Regan, I order you to go immediately!" Francis yelled at Regan in a little anger out of the corner of his eye, and was about to continue to say something, but was interrupted by Regan's unquestioning wave.

"Captain, take me, we can't escape!Young Master, what should we do?!" Regan took a deep breath, looked at the undead creatures that rushed in, and hurriedly said to Francis: "Just let me do something for the Grofe family at the end!"

Hearing Regan mention Yang Long, Francis's words that he wanted to argue suddenly choked in his throat. For this foolish and loyal old soldier, the interests of the master are greater than everything else, not to mention that now Yang Long's life is in danger, he must not let Yang Long die because of himself.

"The young master won't forget you!" Francis opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and finally could only come out with such a sentence, and took a deep look at Regan, who looked indifferent, and the old soldier pulled Steve and Bridget, buried his head and continued to run forward.

Hearing Francis's comforting words, Regan grinned a little self-deprecatingly, stroked the big sword in his hand a little distractedly, and after catching a glimpse of the undead creature being less than ten meters away from him, he roared angrily and turned on the berserk state.

Whew!

Roaring like a beast, Regan instantly turned blood-red, the muscles of his whole body bulged high, and the cyan blood vessels bulged violently above the surface of his body, as if he could break through the skin barrier and explode at any time.

The surging undead creatures found a living person in front of them, and instinctively jumped towards Regan. In just a few meters, the sharp claws of only half a second grabbed Regan's body.

Whew!

However, now Regan has been out of the human realm, and I saw that the berserker's right hand suddenly swung with a swing, and the two-handed greatsword weighing more than two hundred catties was like a straw, drawing a visual sword barrier in the air, and instantly chopping the undead creature into several pieces.

More undead creatures gathered around, but the difference in rank prevented them from making a move, and they were cut in two by Regan's great sword. After entering the berserk stance, Regan's physical fitness has increased by at least two times, and his reflexes are not at all beyond the reach of these low-level creatures.

Woohoo!

Constantly letting out a beastly howl, Regan was like a tiger crashing into a pack of dogs, completely ignoring the occasional damage from the undead around him, and every second caused a great attrition to the inexhaustible undead creatures.

Judging from the air directly above this battlefield, in addition to killing the undead who attacked, Reagan also took the initiative to jump and attack, and the undead creatures, like wheat fields harvested by a scythe, fell to the ground without resistance.

And most of the undead creatures without intelligence also regard Regan as their main target, desperate to pounce and attack. Only a small number of the undead ignored the berserkers who were surrounded by their companions, and instead chased after the departing Francis.

Run, run, run

"Let's go!" Francis pulled Steve, and kept shouting in distraction, trying not to pay attention to the howls of his companions behind him, enduring the pain in his heart, protecting Bridget who was holding Yang Long, and headed towards the inner layer.

For the first time in history, Francis hated his identity, and even more so than the disaster. For a moment, he had already issued thousands of curses in his heart against the planner of this disaster, but he could not make his guilt any less.

This has nothing to do with personal strength, but has to do with Francis's character, the old soldier who has been accustomed to obeying the orders of his master, suddenly became a commander, which made him very uncomfortable. If Yang Long was still awake, then Francis would have been ordered to leave Regan, and this old soldier would not have felt so guilty.

Now it was up to him to decide the life and death of his companions and brothers, even if such a result was not caused by him, but this damned disaster, but it still overwhelmed Francis, and his nose was sour and he almost burst into tears.

Some people are not suitable to be superiors, their hearts are too soft-hearted and they lack the courage to regard human life as a number. It is no problem for them to face death, but the death of others will make them unable to bear the pressure and collapse.

These people can be a warrior, but not a hero!

Under the shiny fig leaf on the surface of heroes, there are often piles of white bones, if a professional has the strength of a super-level powerhouse, but does not have the heart of a hero, then what awaits him will be the fall of the near future.

Francis is obviously one of such "strong men", especially when several people ran a few kilometers away, and an endless stream of undead appeared behind them again, the psychological pressure of the old soldier suddenly intensified unprecedentedly, making him stumble a little when he ran.

Steve, who was almost exhausted of his physical strength and caused his brain to be dizzy, looked at Francis in front of him with some regret who wanted to take him away, suddenly broke free from the old soldier's hand, stopped running, turned to face the undead who were still thousands of kilometers away, and made the same decision as Regan.

"Don't even think about it! Let's go, let's get out of here!" Francis was stunned for a moment, then immediately came back to his senses, almost roaring, glaring at Steve, and yelling at Steve, "Damn it!

Steve shook his head a little sadly, and was about to say something last, but Bridget, who had been silent, suddenly opened her mouth and said in that crisp but extremely sad voice: "Captain Francis, Mr. Steve has his own business to do, let's leave immediately!"