Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Where the hell are they getting all this?
Right now, the fiercest battle on the field was still between Bulldozer and Kong—two S-Class power-type Zombie Kings, both absolute monsters in terms of raw strength.

Every time their fists collided, the ground shook violently. The shockwaves alone were enough to blast nearby zombies off their feet.

Even the elite undead didn’t dare get close.

But Kong was already in rough shape. Earlier, Laura had torn him up pretty bad—deep gashes all over his body, a puncture wound through his neck. He’d burned through a lot of stamina, and now, after fighting at full throttle for so long, he was starting to falter.

Bulldozer noticed and grinned smugly, his beady eyes narrowing. “What’s the matter, Big Lug? You’re looking a little shaky. Guess you’re not cut out to be my opponent after all.”

“Big Lug??” Kong shot him a glare, sizing him up. Seriously? I’m covered in fur and you’re calling me the freak?

He snorted. “If I hadn’t just gone toe-to-toe with another Zombie King, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Oh yeah? Sounds like a you problem,” Bulldozer shot back, not even bothering to argue. He just raised his massive fist and swung it straight at Kong.

Kong felt like a wrecking ball was coming down on him. The force behind it was insane. He quickly crossed his arms to block.

BOOM!

A dull, thunderous impact echoed out, shaking the earth again.

Kong staggered backward, unable to hold his ground. The sudden movement tore open his wounds, and foul, dark blood oozed out. The five puncture marks on his neck were now gushing.

He was clearly weakening.

“Look at you, leaking all over the place. You’re done!” Bulldozer taunted.

Gotta admit… Laura had done a number on him. Her attacks were brutal.

Kong’s face was grim, his eyes locked on Bulldozer with a cold, murderous glare. He didn’t say a word, just stayed on high alert.

But neither of them noticed the shadow creeping across the ground beneath the swirling black mist.

It slithered silently, pitch-black and oily, inching its way behind Kong. Then, as the sun cast long shadows across the battlefield, it merged seamlessly with Kong’s own.

A moment later, the shadow rose up, taking on a humanoid form. Razor-sharp bone claws extended from its hands as it lunged straight for Kong’s back.

“Shadow Ambush!”

Shlunk!

Kong had all his focus on Bulldozer and didn’t sense the danger behind him. He felt a sudden chill on his back, followed by a searing pain.

“RAAAHHH—!”

He let out a furious roar and whipped around, only to see a pitch-black Zombie King standing behind him—when the hell had he gotten there?

Little Shadow’s bone claws had already pierced deep into Kong’s abdomen. A thick spray of black blood burst out like a geyser.

Blinded by rage, Kong swung his elbow at the attacker’s head.

But Little Shadow, true to his hit-and-run style, was already ready to bail. He ducked low, dodging the blow, then melted back into shadow form and darted away at lightning speed, putting plenty of distance between them.

“That sneaky bastard!” Kong cursed internally.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on it—Bulldozer had already seized the opening and was coming in with another punch.

Kong gritted his teeth through the pain and raised his arm to block.

The blow sent him stumbling back several steps. His body swayed, his footing unsteady. Blood was still pouring from his old wounds, and now he had fresh ones to deal with.

With Bulldozer and Little Shadow working together, even Kong’s monstrous physique was starting to give out.

He was pissed. Beyond pissed.

“We were supposed to fight fair, and you bring in backup to ambush me?!”

Bulldozer just scoffed. “Dude, we’re zombies. Since when do we play fair?”

And with that, he raised his massive fist again, ready to finish the job.

Kong’s brow furrowed. If this kept up, he was going down for sure.

So that’s how it is, huh? You call in backup?

Fine. Then I will too.

“Big Dawg!!” Kong threw his head back and let out a thunderous howl, his voice echoing across the battlefield like a war horn.

From behind him came a chorus of savage barking. Charging into view was the pit bull built like a tank—the same one from earlier. This beast wasn’t just any zombie dog; it was the top dog of the San Diego hive, the fiercest undead canine around.

And it hadn’t come alone.

Trailing behind Big Dawg was an entire pack—dozens of zombie dogs, all snarling and sprinting full-speed toward the fight. In a blur of motion, they leapt through the air, launching themselves straight at Bulldozer.

“Aw, hell no!” Bulldozer’s eyes widened as he quickly threw up his arms to block.

One of the dogs sank its jagged teeth into his forearm. Luckily, his body was built like a tank—thick skin, dense muscle. It hurt, sure, but it didn’t break through.

With a grunt, he swung his arm hard, flinging the dog off like a ragdoll.

But more were coming. One after another, the zombie dogs lunged at him. Bulldozer smashed one’s skull with a single punch, then grabbed another by the jaws and tore its mouth apart with brute force.

They weren’t strong enough to take him down, but they were relentless—and they were definitely slowing him down.

Kong watched with a smug grin.

Perfect. Let them wear him out while I catch my breath. Once I’ve recovered a bit, I’ll jump back in and finish this.

It was a solid plan—let the enemy burn energy while he regrouped. The tide could still turn.

But just as Kong was getting comfortable with that idea, something happened that shattered his strategy.

A deafening roar tore through the air behind Bulldozer—a sound so powerful it shook the ground, kicked up dust and leaves, and sent ripples through the very air.

RRRRROOOAAARRR!!!

It was like the earth itself had cried out.

The zombie dogs froze mid-attack. Just hearing the roar made them whimper and tremble, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

“What the hell is that now?” Kong narrowed his eyes, a bad feeling creeping into his gut.

He turned toward the source of the sound—and saw it.

Emerging from the swirling black mist was a massive white tiger, its fur ghostly pale, its eyes glowing with cold fury. It moved with the calm, terrifying grace of a born predator surveying its domain.

The air around it seemed to crackle with raw killing intent. No creature dared approach.

It was Snowy—the zombie tiger.

Once a majestic beast, now mutated by the blood of Ethan’s Zombie King. Its power had only grown since its transformation, and now it radiated pure, primal dominance.

“Holy shit… that tiger’s a monster,” Kong muttered, his confidence faltering.

He glanced at Big Dawg and the others. Can ten pit bulls even take that thing?

The answer came fast—and it wasn’t good.

As Snowy padded forward, the zombie dogs began to shake uncontrollably. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, the white tiger lunged.

One swipe—SPLAT—a zombie dog was crushed like a bug.

One bite—CRUNCH—another was torn in half.

It was a massacre. Snowy tore through the pack like a buzzsaw through paper. The dogs didn’t stand a chance.

Bulldozer watched the carnage unfold and grinned wide.

“Heh… Snowy always has my back. Knew you’d show up, buddy.”

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Off in the distance, Nightbane stood watching the chaos unfold, his expression darkening by the second.

“A zombie tiger? Seriously?”

“Where the hell are they getting all this?”

Ethan’s L.A. hive was turning out to be a damn zoo—mutant plants, shadow assassins, and now a freaking undead tiger?

And now, two of his Four War Generals—Kong and Falseword—were already wounded. This wasn’t just a setback anymore.

This was turning into a full-blown disaster.

Nightbane clenched his jaw. Looks like it’s time to stop holding back.

He muttered under his breath, “Let’s show them what real power looks like.”

With a sharp command, he signaled to the hive behind him.

And then they came.

Thousands of zombies surged forward, emerging from the depths of the corpse nest. But these weren’t your average shamblers.

They moved with purpose. Their bodies were lean, powerful, and battle-hardened. Each one radiated a cold, disciplined fury—like soldiers forged in blood and fire.

They were Nightbane’s elite.

The Ace Killers.

Engineered for war. Built to never fall.

And now, they were marching to the frontlines.

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