Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Attack!

The entire city of Los Angeles was simmering with tension, like a powder keg ready to explode. All the major factions had gathered, and the stage for an all-out war was set.

By the riverbank.

Tens of thousands of zombies, the Zombie Horde, had assembled. Their grotesque faces were twisted in excitement, and their guttural roars echoed endlessly. The sheer scale of the horde was overwhelming, a terrifying and awe-inspiring sight.

But amidst the sea of undead, a small group of humans stood on a massive boulder in the distance. These were Ethan’s reinforcements: Mia, Sean, and a few “builders” like Anna and Lillian, who were Ice Awakeners.

Chris and Brandon had also joined the group.

As they looked out at the endless swarm of zombies, their expressions betrayed a mix of awe and unease.

“Uncle Chris, there are so many zombies!” Brandon exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Chris squinted at the horde, his gaze steady. “Of course. Almost every combat-capable zombie from two districts is here.”

Across the river, another massive wave of zombies was on the move, already swarming onto the bridge that spanned the water. They were clearly preparing to cross into enemy territory.

Leading the charge was the Bone-Claw Zombie King, acting as the vanguard. His steps were deliberate, his presence commanding, as he led tens of thousands of zombies to the bridgehead.

On the far side of the bridge stood his adversaries: Bulldozer, Laura, PhD, and a host of elite zombies.

The two Zombie Hordes faced off across the bridge, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. It felt like the entire battlefield was a powder keg, ready to ignite at the slightest spark.

Bone-Claw’s eyes scanned the area, but Ethan was nowhere to be seen. The humiliation from the previous night still burned in his mind, fueling his rage. He was determined to kill Ethan at all costs.

“Attack!” Bone-Claw roared, his voice like a thunderclap. Without hesitation, he broke into a sprint, charging straight for the other side of the bridge.

“ROAR!!!”

The zombies behind him erupted into a frenzy, as if his command had flipped a switch. They surged forward, their movements wild and frenzied. Some of the elite zombies even climbed onto the steel cables of the bridge, moving with the agility of apes as they raced toward the other side.

The horde was like a tidal wave, surging forward with unstoppable momentum. Below, the river churned violently, while above, the Zombie Horde stormed the bridge.

On the other side, Bulldozer remained unfazed. He turned to PhD and asked, “What level is that Bone-Claw zombie leading the charge?”

“A-Class,” PhD replied matter-of-factly.

Bulldozer snorted, his face twisting into a smirk. “That’s it? Not even close to my level.”

“Alright then, let’s do this!” Bulldozer bellowed, his massive frame charging forward like a raging bull. Each step he took made the bridge tremble beneath him.

“Hehehehe…” Laura let out a sinister laugh, her figure flickering before vanishing into thin air.

Behind them, the elite zombies roared in unison, their bloodlust reaching a fever pitch. The two Zombie Hordes collided in a chaotic clash.

BOOM!

Bulldozer and Bone-Claw were the first to meet. Their bodies slammed into each other like two mountains colliding, the impact reverberating through the battlefield. Despite his wiry frame, Bone-Claw stood his ground like a nail driven into the earth, unmoving. Bulldozer, on the other hand, was sent skidding back nearly 30 feet.

“What the hell? This guy’s tough,” Bulldozer muttered, his thick skin absorbing most of the impact. Undeterred, he raised his massive fists and charged again.

Meanwhile, the rest of the zombies had also clashed. They tore into each other like rabid wolves, dragging their opponents to the ground, clawing and biting with reckless abandon. Limbs were ripped apart, and blackened blood sprayed into the air, painting the battlefield in gore.

In some places, seven or eight zombies piled onto a single opponent, their ferocity unmatched.

Laura, meanwhile, had turned into a one-woman slaughterhouse. Every time she reappeared, a zombie’s head would go flying, or she’d disembowel another with surgical precision. The carnage she left in her wake was nothing short of horrifying.

The bodies of fallen zombies tumbled off the bridge like raindrops, splashing into the river below. The water quickly turned dark with blood, attracting mutated fish that swarmed to feast on the corpses.

Not far from the bridge, the Crimson Titan Zombie King stood watching the chaos unfold. His massive frame loomed over the battlefield as he observed the fight with a calm, calculating gaze.

“Not bad,” he muttered to himself. “The other side isn’t as strong as I thought.”

“Yeah, we’ve got the numbers on our side,” the Pregnant Zombie King said with a sinister grin, her voice dripping with malice.

But before anyone could respond, a deafening roar tore through the battlefield—a tiger’s roar, so powerful it drowned out all the chaos around it.

The sound was primal, commanding. It was the kind of roar that made the forest tremble and sent every creature scattering. Even the river below rippled violently, and the mutated fish feasting on corpses darted away in fear.

A massive, majestic white tiger emerged from the shadows. With a single swipe of its paw, it smashed a zombie into pieces. Its jaws clamped down on another, crushing its skull like it was nothing. This was Snowy, the zombie tiger, and it tore through the battlefield like it was at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Wherever it went, zombies were obliterated, leaving a vacuum of destruction in its wake.

“What the…?” The Crimson Titan Zombie King furrowed his brow, his massive frame stiffening. “Where the hell did this tiger come from?”

As if that wasn’t enough, vines began snaking their way up the steel cables of the bridge. They moved like living serpents, wrapping around the necks of zombies and yanking them into the air. One by one, the undead were hoisted up like grotesque marionettes, dangling lifelessly. The entire bridge had turned into a macabre hanging ground.

It was clear who was behind this: Sprout had joined the fight.

“This… this isn’t right,” Crimson Titan muttered, his frown deepening. “First animals, now plants? What’s next?” The tide of battle was turning against Bone-Claw and his forces. They were being pushed back, step by step, and it wouldn’t be long before the enemy broke through to Crimson Titan’s territory.

“Enough. Move in!” Crimson Titan barked, his voice booming. At his command, three other Zombie Kings at his side leapt into the fray, joining the battle.

The slaughter intensified. The bridge was now a blood-soaked battlefield, littered with corpses, severed limbs, and entrails. Blackened blood pooled and flowed like rivers, staining the water below a deep crimson. The air was thick with the stench of death.

But Ethan’s forces were clearly stronger. They tore through the enemy ranks like a storm, pushing forward relentlessly. By now, they had taken control of two-thirds of the bridge.

Even Big Ears, one of Ethan’s “unofficial recruits,” was in the mix. Though he didn’t have much combat ability, as a B-Class Zombie King, he was still far stronger than the average elite zombie. He strutted around the battlefield like a self-proclaimed “super soldier,” clearly enjoying himself.

“Ha! I knew it! I’ve got an eye for talent!” Big Ears laughed, watching the enemy crumble. “Bulldozer, keep it up! You’re doing great!”

But just as he was basking in his own glory, something strange happened. Bulldozer, who had been charging forward like an unstoppable force, suddenly froze in place. His massive frame stood motionless, like a mountain planted in the middle of the battlefield.

“Huh? Bulldozer? What’s wrong? Did you fall asleep or something?” Big Ears called out, walking up behind him.

“Meow~~~”

The sound that came from Bulldozer’s mouth wasn’t human—or zombie. It was a chilling, unnatural cat’s meow.

Big Ears froze, his brow furrowing in confusion. A sense of unease crept over him. “What the hell? Why are you meowing in the middle of a fight?”

Then he saw it. Bulldozer turned his head slowly, his eyes locking onto Big Ears. But his eyes weren’t normal anymore. They had transformed into slitted, feline pupils—cold, predatory, and utterly alien.

“Holy crap…” Big Ears gasped, his voice trembling. A chill ran down his spine.

Before he could react, Bulldozer raised one of his massive fists—each the size of a boulder—and swung it straight at him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell, man?!” Big Ears yelped, scrambling backward just in time to avoid the blow. “Bulldozer, stop! It’s me!”

But Bulldozer didn’t respond. His movements were erratic, his expression blank, as if he were possessed.

Nearby, PhD had been observing the situation quietly. Ethan had warned him about this possibility beforehand, so he’d been keeping an eye on Bulldozer just in case. Now, it was time to act.

PhD extended his hand, his mental energy surging outward. He cast Mind Spike, a psychic attack that pierced into Bulldozer’s mind like a steel drill.

“ROOOOAAARRR!!!” Bulldozer howled in pain, clutching his head. The sound was eerily similar to a cat’s wail, high-pitched and unsettling. His feline pupils flickered, then faded, returning to his usual dull, “intelligent” gaze.

“Huh? What just happened?” Bulldozer asked, blinking in confusion.

“Nothing. Get back to fighting,” PhD replied curtly. He didn’t see the point in explaining—it wasn’t like Bulldozer would understand anyway.

“Oh, okay,” Bulldozer said, nodding blankly. Without another word, he turned and charged back into the fray.

Big Ears, meanwhile, was still trembling, his face pale. He hadn’t fully recovered from the shock of what had just happened.

“What the hell was that?!” he muttered to himself, his voice shaking.

That scene just now was way too much for him.

“I can’t deal with this…”

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