At the entrance to the corridor, seven Tanks charged to the front of the crowd. Most of them were covered in blood.
"What happened?"
Seeing the miserable state of the seven men, Kulon felt equal parts shock and dread.
"We couldn't break through at all. The guy in the corridor is a close-combat fighter—a monstrously strong one. It only took two slashes. Yoni was left there forever."
Scar Brother wiped the cold sweat from his face. The Yoni he mentioned had been standing beside him earlier. The enemy had shattered his shield with one slash and severed his neck with another, killing him instantly.
Scar Brother's worldview had been overturned. He had never imagined that someone at the same rank could kill a Tank with two slashes.
"Two slashes..."
Kulon's expression grew uglier. His gaze swept over the people from Apocalypse Paradise. At this moment, most of them had more or less begun to consider retreating.
"If we resist the punishment, we'll all die. With all attributes reduced by 40%, none of us will survive until the next world."
Kulon knew very well that they had no way out now.
"Then, shall we organize a second frontal assault?"
"Of course we should. Continuing to wait will only slowly..."
Before Kulon could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a slightly plump Contractor.
"Why don't we throw explosives into the corridor? Throw in as many as we have."
"How could that possibly work..."
"Good idea."
Kulon lowered his voice. Although he knew it would have almost no effect—the captain's cabin door was also made of high-strength metal—the more than one hundred Contractors present had all become frightened after the first wave of Tanks was driven back dead. This was not a good sign.
Ten Tanks had charged in, and only seven had