"Benito, did you encounter that kind of ghost thing over there?"
"I'm sure that ghost thing is undead! It can penetrate the demon statue and enter my control room! Oh my god! What should we do?" Ald, clearly in a great fright, stammered in the special channel.
"Stay calm, Ald, there aren't many of them. As a Third Level Crystalized Wizard, it shouldn't be too difficult for you to handle." Rebecca's crisp voice came through.
"Not many? Seven or eight souls just rushed into the control room at once, and you tell me there aren't many?" Ald screamed.
"I can't take it! I have to run!"
"Only by exiting this rain curtain can we survive!" At this moment, he no longer cared about maintaining his composure in front of the girl he fancied.
Saying this, Ald controlled the Ajax Magic Statue with a broken arm and quickly ran toward the outskirts.
But it wasn't long before he screamed again:
"How is it possible! I can't get out!"
