Hearing the noise behind him, Charles sped up even more, for whatever 1002 was commanding, it was surely trouble for him now.
The scenery around him changed rapidly as Charles quickly retraced his original route.
Just as he entered the vast hall again,
various dense objects surged from the hallway ahead, with disgusting organs continuously writhing with blood vessels, and various animated bodies swaying, blocking Charles's path.
Charles had just readied himself to retreat when he realized that those things were also swarming from behind.
"Bro, how about it, let's go all out, I'll control the left hand with 487."
At this moment, Charles's face was unsightly. It was all too late to say anything now. With his right hand, he pulled out the Black Blade and held it in reverse grip, while the rats on the floor also bared their sharp teeth.