This is... we delivered weapons to others?

Am was so upset that he wanted to vomit blood. If he knew that the undead could play like this, he would never let his tribesmen throw spears.

It's too late to regret now, I can only continue.

Ata, the tribe's first warrior, has rushed to the front of the mobile fortress. Facing the tall mobile fortress, he is not afraid. He kicks the ground with his strong thighs, jumps high, swings the sledgehammer and smashes it down with a roar, and then... nothing happens. The sledgehammer is blocked by several undead who hold on to the sledgehammer and don't let go, pulling it inside with all their might.

Ata felt the pulling force and was stunned. He thought that the enemy could block his hammer or knock his hammer away, but he never thought that the enemy could grab his hammer and pull him over.

If he was on the ground, Ata could still resist and wrestle with the undead, but he jumped up and hit them, and his body was in mid-air, with no place to leverage, so he was directly dragged over by the undead, along with his hammer.

The undead on the surface of the fortress squirmed, and dozens of pale, withered arms stretched out to pull Ata in, without giving him a chance to ask for help, and disappeared in an instant.

No more?

The person is gone?!

Am, who was rushing towards the fortress, forced himself to slow down, stopped, and looked at the fortress made of undead with some horror.

As soon as Ata launched his attack, he was swallowed. With the help of the moonlight, Am could see everything clearly. He even saw Ata's legs kicking wildly and his arms struggling as he was pulled in.

Are the undead so scary?

Can we really win this battle?