Almost no sound was made the entire time, only the crisp clatter of armor plates scraping against each other.
But the other soldier beside Ben, distracted for a moment, stepped on a wriggling corrupted flesh mass and let out an instinctive shout.
"Roar~"
Three corrupted corpses immediately surged out of the gray mist, lunging to attack. The soldier who made the mistake tried to shout a warning, only to have his mouth immediately covered. Ben hissed harshly, "What are you screaming for? Making a fuss over nothing!"
Without hesitation, Ben engaged the corrupted corpses. He was no longer the timid, skinny slave he once was; the daily high-intensity combat had transformed him completely.
Ben charged forward valiantly, spear thrusting. He felt the resistance as iron met flesh; the unarmored corrupted corpse was effortlessly gutted, its body almost folding in half.
