Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Brutal Iguana Zombie King

Ethan had originally planned to slack off for a few more days, but with the humans now making moves in Santa Monica, it was only a matter of time before they took action.

The problem was, Ethan had no idea when exactly they’d strike. So, all he could do was wait at home. The feeling? It was like waiting for a package to arrive—equal parts anticipation and frustration.

For the next few days, everything in Ethan’s territory remained calm. No surprises, no disturbances.

That is, until one evening at sunset. The sky was painted a deep, bloody red, casting an eerie glow over the land. The river shimmered under the fading light, reflecting an unsettling crimson hue.

Then, from the direction of Mount Wilson, a piercing zombie roar shattered the stillness. Birds scattered in flocks, their cries sharp as they fled into the sky.

“What was that?” Sprout, who had been patrolling near the riverbank, stepped out from a patch of tall grass. His gaze locked onto the dense forest across the way, as if something—or someone—was about to emerge.

It was clear now: the Azure Scaled Zombie King and his crew were making their move.

The plan was simple but cunning. Azure Scaled had sent a group of zombies to stage a fake attack, hoping to lure Ethan out. Meanwhile, a human strike team would sneak in from the rear, aiming to take out Ethan’s elite zombies—or even Ethan himself. Divide and conquer. And if everything went smoothly, they’d deliver a fatal blow to the Los Angeles Zombie King.

It was a solid plan on paper. But the bait—the zombies tasked with drawing Ethan out—would be in the most danger. Naturally, Azure Scaled wasn’t about to risk his own neck. Instead, he sent one of his top lieutenants: the Brutal Iguana Zombie King, along with a few Zombie Sirens.

The Brutal Iguana Zombie King was a grotesque fusion of a zombie and a mutated marine iguana. Standing nearly ten feet tall, his body was a mass of bulging muscles, his dark green skin stretched taut over his frame. His snout jutted forward, lined with jagged, razor-sharp teeth, and his long, black-purple tongue flicked out like a lizard’s.

Known for his brute strength, the Iguana King led a squad of lizard-like creatures and Aqua Zombies. They had traveled from Santa Monica, skirting the coastline to Long Beach, and were now making their way up the river, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Worms in the soil? Sliced in half. Bird eggs? Shaken until scrambled. Nothing was spared.

“This mission to lure out their zombie king… it’s gonna be dangerous,” the Iguana King muttered, his deep voice rumbling. Despite his hulking appearance, he was surprisingly sharp.

“Dangerous? Come on, that’s why I’m here!” Griff, standing beside him, smirked confidently.

The task of baiting Ethan was so risky that neither side wanted to take it on alone. So, they’d compromised: Azure Scaled sent the Iguana King, while the humans sent Griff, their captain.

Griff’s team, meanwhile, was tasked with infiltrating Ethan’s territory from the rear.

Griff adjusted the collar of his jacket, activating his comms. “Grizzly, how’s it looking on your end?”

A gruff voice crackled through the earpiece. “Don’t worry, Captain Griff. The moment their zombie king shows up on your side, we’ll breach their territory. I’m curious to see what’s so terrifying about this so-called ‘human no-go zone.'”

“Good,” Griff replied. “Just stay sharp.”

“Will do. But Captain, you’re the one facing the Los Angeles Zombie King head-on. Be careful out there!” Grizzly’s tone carried genuine concern. He couldn’t help but admire Griff for taking on the most dangerous part of the mission himself. A real leader.

“Got it,” Griff said with a nod.

By now, they had reached the edge of Ethan’s territory. The dense forest ahead marked the boundary. Beyond it lay Los Angeles.

The Iguana King wasted no time. “Alright, start the fake attack. Don’t go too deep—stick to the outskirts. We just need to draw him out!”

“ROAR—”

Behind him, the zombies let out guttural howls, and the lizard creatures bellowed as they charged out of the forest.

The Zombie Sirens stayed back, their mouths opening to release an eerie, haunting melody. The sound rippled through the air, and some of Ethan’s zombies near the border immediately froze. Their once-feral faces went slack, their eyes clouding over as they fell under the Sirens’ spell. Moments later, the Aqua Zombies and lizard creatures pounced, tearing the entranced zombies apart in a frenzy of claws and teeth.

And just like that, the battle began.

“Those guys again? A hit-and-run, huh?” Sprout recognized the attackers immediately. He stepped to the edge of the forest, his vines growing wildly around him. They lashed out, piercing through Aqua Zombies, draining their blood and flesh, or snapping their necks before tossing their lifeless bodies aside.

The scene quickly descended into chaos. Blackened blood sprayed through the air, and severed limbs flew in every direction.

From behind Sprout, a chorus of guttural growls rose. Reinforcements were arriving—Ethan’s elite zombies, emerging from alleyways and street corners, rushing to the front lines to defend their territory.

“They’re here! They’re coming!” Griff’s eyes lit up as he watched the chaos unfold. It was like kicking a hornet’s nest. The entire area was in turmoil now, and there was no doubt Ethan would be alerted. All they had to do was wait for him to show.

Griff raised a hand, and with a sharp motion, activated his spatial abilities.

The space ahead of him twisted and warped, creating a powerful tearing force. Sprout’s sprawling vines were shredded to pieces, leaving the battlefield wide open.

“Oh? Humans too?” Sprout narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and calculating.

“ROAR—”

Behind him, Ethan’s zombies surged forward with feral aggression, clashing head-on with the Aqua Zombies and lizard creatures emerging from the forest. The two sides tore into each other, clawing, biting, and ripping flesh apart. Blood soaked the ground, painting a gruesome scene of carnage.

But Ethan’s forces were no ordinary zombies. Their advanced evolution gave them a clear edge in the fight, dominating the battlefield with brutal efficiency.

Seeing this, the Brutal Iguana Zombie King wasted no time. He charged into the fray, his massive, nearly 10-foot-tall frame barreling down the forest slope like an unstoppable bulldozer. Zombies in his path were sent flying, their bodies crashing into the trees and landing over 70 feet away.

But then, from the direction of the city streets, another hulking figure emerged. Equally massive, with exaggerated muscles and a frame like a living mountain, the newcomer strode forward with purpose.

“You dare invade our territory? You’re dead meat!” Bulldozer roared, his voice booming as he charged up the slope. With a single, powerful swing, he threw a punch aimed straight at the Iguana King.

Brutal Iguana Zombie King didn’t flinch. Instead, he met the attack head-on, swinging his own massive fist to collide with Bulldozer’s.

This was a clash of titans—an all-out brawl between two powerhouses.

“BOOM!”

The impact of their fists colliding echoed like a thunderclap, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. The earth cracked beneath their feet, dirt and debris flying in all directions.

Bulldozer staggered back, his massive frame forced to retreat three or four steps. He nearly lost his balance, his legs trembling slightly as a numbing sensation spread through his forearm. His eyes narrowed. This green-skinned brute was stronger than he’d expected—maybe even stronger than him.

“Hmph!” Brutal Iguana Zombie King smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Not bad. You actually managed to take one of my punches.”

“Oh, you’re cocky, huh?” Bulldozer growled, his eyes locking onto the Iguana King with renewed determination.

But before he could make his next move, a deafening roar erupted from the forest. The sound was like a massive bell being struck, reverberating through the air and shaking the ground. Dry leaves were blown into the air, and the surrounding trees swayed violently.

From behind the Brutal Iguana Zombie King, a massive zombie tiger leapt out of the shadows. Its powerful paws slammed into the Iguana King’s back, pinning him to the ground in an instant. The two rolled down the slope in a chaotic tangle of claws and muscle, crashing through trees with loud, splintering cracks.

Bulldozer glanced over and immediately recognized the tiger. “Snowy,” he muttered with a grin. “Knew you’d have my back.”

Snowy, the zombie tiger, was a force of nature. Its sudden appearance shifted the tide of the battle, and the chaos only intensified as more of Ethan’s elite zombies joined the fight. The battlefield became a blood-soaked warzone, with bodies piling up and the air thick with the stench of death.

Griff, standing at a distance, kept a close eye on the unfolding chaos. His job was to monitor the situation and report back to his team. But just as he was about to activate his comms, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air—a claw, razor-sharp and deadly, appeared out of nowhere, slashing straight for his throat.

“Shit!” Griff’s instincts kicked in, and he jerked back just in time. The claw missed his neck by a hair’s breadth, grazing the skin and leaving a faint, stinging line.

He spun around, his heart pounding, and his eyes locked onto a slender figure standing a few feet away. It was a girl—or at least, what used to be one. Her movements were unnervingly quick, her expression wild with excitement. Her lips curled into a twisted, almost manic grin, revealing sharp teeth.

It was Laura, the Agile Zombie Queen.

“Damn…” Griff exhaled sharply, his breath shaky as cold sweat dripped down his back. That had been way too close. One second slower, and he’d be dead.

This place… Los Angeles really lived up to its reputation as a human no-go zone. The zombies here weren’t just strong—they were terrifying.

But something was off.

One by one, Ethan’s lieutenants were showing up. First Sprout, then Bulldozer, now Snowy and Laura. Yet their leader, the infamous Los Angeles Zombie King himself, was still nowhere to be seen.

Where the hell was he?