The Soviet submarine commander's movement was like a starting signal. After checking their physical condition, the other Allied Forces soldiers around them made the same strange movements. They waved their twisted, swollen arms and swayed their bodies in silence. Hao Ren froze for a moment before realizing what was happening: they were cheering, celebrating that they had finally escaped the nightmare's control.
But they could not speak, because everyone's vocal cords had already stiffened completely, and they had yet to learn how to use other powers to produce sound.
"Uh... Looks like you're all very happy." Hao Ren gave an awkward, stiff smile. "So, you can understand what I'm saying, right?"
A submarine sailor began gesturing clumsily. Hao Ren immediately realized that the man understood him, and that they had completely regained their sanity. Vivian stared at the scene in disbelief, suddenly realizing that this was an enormous and unexpected gain. "Wait. Does that mean you still remember what happened while you were under the magic's control?"
The submarine commander nodded and silently made an angry gesture.
Hao Ren continued, "Then you also saw what we were doing here just now? You simply couldn't move at the time?"
The submarine commander nodded again. If Hao Ren had understood correctly, he then used his stiff posture to express his gratitude to everyone.
"Communicating like this is too troublesome." Vivian turned around. "Who knows more about necromancy? Can someone translate what's in their minds?"
Tutanin suddenly stepped forward. "I'm familiar with spirit-channeling techniques and several major human languages. These dead should be similar to ordinary undead. We can try."
"Uh, I'd almost forgotten about you since you never say anything." Hao Ren awkwardly scratched his hair. "Then give it a try. But hurry if you can. We've already made quite a commotion,