Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 120

Chapter 120: From now on, I’m in charge!

The elite warriors charged forward like unleashed tigers, ferocious and unstoppable. In no time, they crossed the river, cutting through the opposing Zombie Horde like a razor-sharp blade.

These warriors were practically indestructible—rapid regeneration, unbreakable bones—they were walking weapons, each capable of taking on ten enemies at once.

“They’re this strong?” Crimson Titan’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected zombies with such advanced evolution. Watching his underlings get torn apart or devoured without even a chance to fight back made his stomach churn.

And behind the 500 elite warriors, an endless wave of the Zombie Horde surged across the river, pouring into his territory.

On a large boulder nearby, Mia leapt down with a sharp clang as she unsheathed her tachi, resting it casually on her shoulder.

“Guess I’ll join the fun.”

“Wait up, I’m coming too,” Sean said, jogging after her. On the slick, icy surface of the river, he kept slipping every few steps, turning his crossing into an awkward but oddly playful slide to the other side.

By now, the two Zombie Hordes had clashed in full force, and the battle had reached a fever pitch. The battlefield was utter chaos—screams, roars, and the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart filled the air in a relentless cacophony.

The scene before them was like something straight out of hell.

At the heart of the carnage, the Cat-Faced Old Woman stood drenched in blood, her grotesque half-human, half-cat face twisted in fury. Even as the Zombie Queen, she was struggling to hold her ground, surrounded by the elite warriors. Their relentless assault was pushing her to her limits.

Then, with a piercing screech that shook the battlefield, she unleashed her possession ability to its fullest extent.

The elite warriors around her froze in place, their pupils contracting and shifting into eerie, feline slits.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Crimson Titan exclaimed, genuinely impressed. These elite zombies had been a massive headache for him—nearly impossible to deal with unless you were a Zombie King yourself. But the Cat-Faced Old Woman’s ability? It was the perfect counter.

And now, those elite warriors were hers to command.

Lucky for him… his subordinates had some pretty freaky powers.

But what no one noticed was the shadow creeping behind the Cat-Faced Old Woman. It writhed and twisted like a living void, slowly rising and taking on a humanoid form.

“Kehehehehe… surprise!” With a sickening crack, Little Shadow’s shadow-formed claw plunged straight into the Cat-Faced Old Woman’s back. The sound of tearing flesh was followed by a spray of foul black blood.

Her eyes widened in shock, the cold grip of death closing in on her.

The elite warriors she had just possessed blinked, their cat-like pupils fading. Their original savage expressions returned as they all turned their gaze toward her.

“ROAR!” With a collective, guttural snarl, six of the elite warriors pounced on her, dragging her to the ground. Claws and teeth tore into her flesh as they ripped her apart.

“AARRRGHHHH!” The Cat-Faced Old Woman’s screams echoed across the battlefield, but they were soon drowned out as the Zombie Horde swarmed over her, burying her completely.

“She’s done for!” Crimson Titan’s brow furrowed deeply. He had just praised her, and now she was gone, taken out by a sneak attack. Things weren’t looking good.

The elite warriors had barely crossed the river and already taken out one of his key players.

And now, Ethan had appeared on the far side of the bridge. Wherever his Domain of the Dead extended, zombies exploded into pieces, unable to withstand his overwhelming power.

With every step he took, more zombies fell, as if Death itself was advancing across the battlefield.

Around him, Laura, Bulldozer, PhD, and the other Zombie Kings were in a frenzy, tearing through the enemy ranks. Black blood sprayed in all directions, and severed limbs littered the ground.

Amid this apocalyptic clash of the undead, there was something unusual—human presence.

Crimson Titan turned his head and spotted Mia. She was cutting through his forces with her tachi, the blade crackling with lightning. Wherever it struck, black blood and chunks of flesh flew, as if she had turned into a one-woman zombie blender.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! A human? Here?” Crimson Titan’s fury boiled over. This was supposed to be a battle between Zombie Kings, and now humans were interfering? And worse, if it weren’t for them, the enemy wouldn’t have even made it across the river.

“You! Go kill her! I don’t care what it takes!” Crimson Titan barked at the Pregnant Zombie King, his voice dripping with rage.

“Yes!” The Pregnant Zombie King’s figure blurred as it darted toward Mia.

Meanwhile, Crimson Titan’s gaze locked onto Ethan. The enemy had invaded his territory—there was no turning back now.

With a roar, he charged at Ethan, his massive frame barreling forward like a runaway freight train. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he closed the distance, his momentum unstoppable.

Ethan glanced over, his expression indifferent, as if Crimson Titan wasn’t even worth his attention. His Domain of the Dead expanded outward, the crushing pressure so immense that the ground beneath them cracked and splintered, enveloping Crimson Titan entirely.

“This damn oppressive force…” Crimson Titan’s speed slowed dramatically. He had planned to rush in and land a solid punch, but before he could even react, Ethan’s figure blurred and appeared right in front of him. Ethan’s fist was already raised, ready to strike.

Crimson Titan had no choice but to switch to defense, crossing his massive arms in front of him to block.

BAM!

The impact sounded like a meteor slamming into the earth. The sheer force of Ethan’s punch was unstoppable, a raw explosion of power. Crimson Titan felt his arms go numb as his entire body was launched backward like a baseball hit out of the park. He tumbled through the air, rolling several times before crashing to the ground.

Looking down at his arms, he saw deep cracks running along them, with foul black blood oozing out in thick rivulets.

Thankfully, his regeneration ability kicked in, and the wounds began to heal. But… it was slower than usual. Much slower.

Crimson Titan clenched his jaw. He knew it—if this kept up, he wouldn’t last much longer.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield…

Mia was cutting through zombies like a whirlwind, her tachi slicing with precision and speed. But out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a terrifying figure barreling toward her.

The Pregnant Zombie King lunged, claws extended, aiming straight for her.

The sound of the air being torn apart reached her ears, a sharp whistle of danger. Mia’s cold gaze flicked toward the incoming attack, and she swiftly raised her blade to block.

CLANG!

The tachi let out a deafening metallic screech, the force of the impact so intense it felt like it could shatter eardrums.

Mia’s grip faltered slightly, the webbing between her thumb and forefinger splitting open as blood seeped out.

[Pain Level: 13%]

“A mere piece of food dares to invade our territory? You’re asking for death!” the Pregnant Zombie King screeched, its voice shrill and unhinged. The sight of blood seemed to drive it into an even greater frenzy.

Mia didn’t respond. Her expression remained calm, almost detached, as she raised her blade again. The lightning crystal core embedded in her weapon flared to life, crackling with electricity. Her movements became a blur, her strikes so fast they left afterimages in the air.

But the Pregnant Zombie King wasn’t weak either. Its reflexes were sharp, its claws slashing and parrying with precision. Sparks flew as their attacks collided, the battlefield around them lighting up with flashes of electricity and the sound of metal meeting bone.

The fight was brutal, but Mia’s humanity worked against her. The scent of her blood was like a dinner bell for the surrounding zombies. More and more of them began to converge on her position, including several elite ones.

She had to split her focus, swinging her blade to cut down the zombies closing in on her. But that momentary distraction was all the Pregnant Zombie King needed.

Its claws shot forward with terrifying speed.

SHUNK!

The sound of flesh being pierced was sickening. The Pregnant Zombie King’s elongated claws drove into Mia’s shoulder, nearly skewering her slender frame completely.

Even then, Mia’s expression didn’t waver. Without hesitation, she raised her leg and delivered a brutal kick to the Pregnant Zombie King’s bloated stomach. The force of the blow sent it flying 50 feet away, crashing into the ground with a heavy thud.

The two of them were temporarily separated.

Blood poured from Mia’s shoulder, soaking her clothes until they turned a deep, dark red. The wound bloomed like a grotesque flower, vivid and raw.

The scent of her blood was intoxicating to the surrounding zombies. Their eyes gleamed with hunger, their snarls growing louder as they closed in like a pack of starving wolves.

Within moments, Mia was surrounded. Dozens, then hundreds of zombies pressed in, their grotesque faces twisted with bloodlust. They formed a suffocating wall around her, layer upon layer of snapping jaws and clawing hands.

Mia scanned the horde, her gaze calm but calculating. She hadn’t expected this many zombies to show up. Originally, she’d thought she could just hang back and play a supporting role—this wasn’t her battlefield, after all. But now?

“Seriously? Ganging up on the quiet one? That’s just low…”

…

Mia gripped the hilt of her blade tightly as sparks of electricity began to dance along its surface, gradually enveloping the entire blade. Her aura surged, growing more intense with every passing second.

[Pain Level: 35%]

In a flash, her body moved—so fast it seemed to blur, like a streak of lightning darting across the battlefield, faster than the human eye could follow.

With a series of swift slashes from her tachi, several zombie heads were sent flying. But she didn’t stop. Her momentum carried her straight toward the Pregnant Zombie King.

In the blink of an eye, she was already in front of it.

“This human!” The Pregnant Zombie King’s heart filled with dread. The sound of rushing wind reached its ears as Mia’s blade swept toward it in a deadly arc, poised to strike its throat in the next instant.

Panicking, the Pregnant Zombie King scrambled backward, trying to evade the attack. But the tachi was too fast.

It was a step too late.

“Shhhk!” The razor-sharp blade sliced through its chest, tearing flesh and leaving a deep, gaping wound. Foul, black blood gushed out in a spray.

Though the injury wasn’t fatal, it enraged the Pregnant Zombie King, awakening its primal fury. Its expression twisted into something dark and malevolent.

From its swollen, round belly, the outline of a baby began to shift and writhe beneath the skin, becoming more distinct with each passing moment. The movement grew more violent.

“You’ve disturbed my baby, human,” it hissed, its voice dripping with malice.

“What?” Mia tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the grotesque sight.

And then—

“Waaaaahhhhhh!”

A piercing cry rang out, sharp and shrill, cutting through the chaos of the battlefield. Even amidst the clamor of combat, the sound was jarring, impossible to ignore.

The other Zombie Kings, locked in their own battles, turned their heads toward the source of the cry.

Ethan glanced over, his senses immediately picking up on a sinister, oppressive energy growing stronger by the second. Something dark and malevolent was about to emerge.

Even the Crimson Titan Zombie King looked startled. In its memory, the Pregnant Zombie King had always fed its child with flesh and blood, but it had never heard the baby cry before…

And then it saw why.

The Pregnant Zombie King’s entire body tensed, veins bulging grotesquely beneath its skin. Its already horrifying face contorted into something even more monstrous.

“Crackkkk—”

Its swollen belly split open, the skin tearing apart to reveal a baby’s face. The infant’s skin was ashen gray, its sharp fangs glinting under the dim light. Its eyes were pure black, devoid of whites, like twin voids staring into nothingness.

The baby’s small body was shrouded in a thick, black mist that radiated an aura of pure malice. It was a sight so horrifying it sent chills down the spine of anyone who saw it.

“Go, my little one,” the Pregnant Zombie King said in a chilling, sing-song tone.

The baby crawled out of its mother’s ruptured belly, moving on all fours in a disturbingly unnatural way. It scuttled toward Mia with terrifying speed.

The sight alone was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.

“Hehehehe…” The baby let out a sinister giggle as the black mist around it began to spread. Despite its small size, it exuded an overwhelming sense of dread. Though it had just been “born,” the baby had already awakened its powers, thanks to the Pregnant Zombie King’s long-term feeding.

The black mist enveloped Mia, and she immediately felt her body stiffen, as if paralyzed. Her limbs refused to respond, and a numbing sensation spread through her muscles.

The Zombie Fetus suddenly leapt at her, its tiny body moving with unnatural agility. It landed on her, its sharp fangs bared as it lunged for her slender neck.

“Crunch!”

Its teeth sank into her flesh, and blood sprayed out in a crimson arc.

Mia tilted her head slightly at the last second, narrowly avoiding a fatal bite. If she hadn’t moved, half her neck would have been torn apart.

The Pregnant Zombie King, seeing an opportunity, charged forward. Its sharp claws extended, aiming straight for Mia’s heart, intent on finishing her off.

But the searing pain coursing through Mia’s body only seemed to fuel her. Her cells were firing on all cylinders, her survival instincts kicking in. She raised her arm to block the attack.

“Shhhk!” The claws pierced through her forearm, leaving a deep, bone-deep wound.

[Pain Level: 53%]

From a distance, Ethan watched the scene unfold, his eyes narrowing. A thought crossed his mind: Is she seriously going to get herself killed?

Meanwhile, the Pregnant Zombie King’s glowing, blood-red eyes locked onto Mia. A sense of unease crept into its mind. “How is this human still moving? She’s under my baby’s paralysis…”

But before it could finish the thought, a steel fist came out of nowhere, slamming into its face with brutal force. The impact sent it flying nearly sixty feet through the air.

Sean appeared where the Pregnant Zombie King had stood moments before. His sharp, calculating eyes scanned Mia’s bloodied form, taking in the exposed wounds and the blood dripping from her body. A flicker of concern crossed his face.

It was the first time he’d ever seen her this badly injured.

“Are you okay?” Sean asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“Feels… just right,” Mia replied, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her bloodstained lips. With a swift motion, she flung the Zombie Fetus off her shoulder, sending it flying through the air.

The intense pain coursing through her body had pushed her past her limits—nothing could hold her back now. Her cells were surging with energy, and her wounds were already beginning to heal at an unnatural speed.

“Oh… well, that’s good then,” Sean muttered, nodding dumbly, still processing what he was seeing.

Meanwhile, the Pregnant Zombie King stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded. The scene before her shattered everything she thought she knew. “Is this… really a human?” she muttered in disbelief.

Mia’s gaze sharpened, and in an instant, she moved again—this time even faster. Her speed was so blinding that it seemed as though she had vanished into thin air.

Her blade, crackling with lightning, became a streak of light.

The Pregnant Zombie King barely had time to register the sudden gust of wind rushing toward her before her world spun violently. In the fleeting moment before her consciousness faded, she saw her own headless body collapsing to the ground.

As Mia passed by, her blade had already severed the Pregnant Zombie King’s head in one clean, decisive strike.

“This…” The Crimson Titan Zombie King stood in stunned silence, his expression blank. One of his most powerful allies had just been killed—by a human, no less—and in such a brutal, effortless manner.

Even he, a self-proclaimed monster, found the scene horrifying.

His brief skirmish with Ethan had left him heavily injured. His regenerative abilities were slowing, and his energy reserves were nearly depleted. Now, with two Zombie Kings already dead, the Crimson Titan felt the tide of battle turning against him.

Victory was slipping further and further away.

On the other side, both the humans and the remaining Zombie Kings were still fighting fiercely, their strength undiminished. The Crimson Titan couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of dread. For the first time, he wondered if even he could stand against Mia.

Earlier, he had managed to hold Ethan at bay only because of the sheer numbers of his Zombie Horde acting as cannon fodder. But now, his once-mighty army of 40,000 zombies had been reduced to half. Meanwhile, the enemy forces—both human and zombie—remained strong, their elite fighters cutting through his ranks like a hot knife through butter.

If this continued, defeat was inevitable.

I need to retreat… the Crimson Titan thought grimly. Forget the territory. I can always rebuild in another city. Staying here will only get me killed.

He glanced at the remaining 20,000 zombies under his command. They would be enough to buy him some time to escape. If he waited too long, he wouldn’t even have the chance to run.

With that, the Crimson Titan began to retreat, slipping toward the rear of his forces.

But his movements didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey! Where are you going?” the Bone-Claw Zombie King growled, his sharp eyes narrowing as he spotted the Crimson Titan’s retreat.

“Bone-Claw, now’s the time to run! If we don’t leave now, we’ll never get the chance!” the Crimson Titan called back.

“Run?” Bone-Claw’s bloodshot eyes widened. His body was covered in wounds, his flesh torn and mangled from the relentless battle. He had been pushed to the brink of madness, barely surviving the onslaught from Laura and Bulldozer. If not for his bone wings granting him the ability to fly, he would have already ended up like the Cat-Faced Zombie King and the Pregnant Zombie King—dead.

“Fine! I’ll go with you!” Bone-Claw snarled, flying over to join the Crimson Titan.

“Good,” the Crimson Titan said with a nod. Having an ally by his side would make it easier to rebuild his forces later.

But just as he began to strategize his escape, a sudden chill ran down his spine. He felt something cold pierce the back of his head.

“Shhhk!”

A bone claw had stabbed into the back of his skull, its sharp tips gripping his crystal core.

“Bone-Claw, you—” The Crimson Titan’s eyes widened in shock as he realized what was happening. His mind reeled with disbelief and horror.

Bone-Claw’s face twisted into a deranged grin. “You’re trying to run away in the middle of a battle? How can someone like you lead us? Why don’t you hand over your crystal core to me? I’ll finish off the enemy myself!”

Before the Crimson Titan could respond, Bone-Claw’s clawed hand yanked back, ripping the crystal core from his skull. Black blood sprayed everywhere, mixing with the red and white of his exposed brain matter.

The Crimson Titan’s massive body collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash, lifeless.

The surrounding elite zombies turned to stare, stunned by what had just happened. None of them could comprehend why their leader had been killed by one of their own.

But Bone-Claw’s crazed expression only grew more unhinged. His bloodied face twisted into a manic grin as he held up the crystal core for all to see.

“The Crimson Titan tried to flee like a coward, so I killed him!” Bone-Claw roared. “From now on, I’m in charge! Follow my orders—kill them all!”

The battlefield erupted into chaos once more.

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