The undead caused quite a stir, but their combat style remained very conservative, and they were slow.
However, when one of the undead was injured, the situation underwent a drastic change.
"Damn! No more unharmed ones left, brothers, let's go!"
It's just like a video game, where you're extremely cautious if you don't make mistakes, much like walking on a puddle-covered road with shoes on. But once your shoes get wet, you might as well break the jar and wade through the water.
More and more enemies advanced, and then they encountered the first type.
A group of Pustule Exiles.
But this bunch of 'fertilizers' didn't look as bizarre as the images circulated on the forums; they wore iron cages on their heads, but the cages were distorted by their swollen heads.
Their methods of attack varied greatly, each possessing unique skills.
The creatures of the abyss that should fear flames began to unleash fire.
