"What sorcery is this?!"
Arthur and the rest of the knights could only watch in mute bewilderment as the numerous corpses scattered and lying on the ground slowly got onto their feet. There were just dozens of them, but the gruesome sight was enough to send a cold shiver down these courageous knights' spine.
The corpses seemed to intuitively grab the closest weapons and swung with entrails still hanging off of it, splattering blood all around, before they came limping to charge at the nearest knight. The corpses' movements were slow, extremely so, but the knights were just not in the right state of mind to fight such abominations. Their mind was still shaken by what they were witnessing.
Out of panic, a knight immediately took the chance to attack and drove his sword heavily into one of the walking corpse's shoulders. The shambling corpse made no attempt to dodge nor defend. The knight's weapon was successfully buried deep into its chest.
