Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Looks like everything’s going according to plan…
“No wonder they’re both legendary names in the Zombie King archives—this level of combat is almost unheard of,” Selene said, her voice low with awe.

They stood at a distance, watching the two massive zombie hives clash in a brutal showdown. Their expressions were tense, the air thick with unease.

“Sophia, what do we do? You’re in charge—give the orders.”

“Oh, right!” Sophia nodded, a flicker of relief crossing her face. At least someone still believed in her abilities.

There was no way they could interfere in the battle between Ethan and Nightbane. The two Zombie Kings were simply too powerful.

With their terrifying Absolute Domains overlapping, the battlefield had become a no-go zone—an area of pure destruction.

“This fight is way beyond anything we can influence,” Sophia said, analyzing the situation. “Our best move is to weaken them while they’re distracted. If we spot a Zombie King under their command who’s seriously injured, we take them out.”

The others’ eyes lit up. That was a solid plan—classic Sophia.

“So, who do we go after?”

They scanned the battlefield. The fighting was intense everywhere, but overall, the Los Angeles hive clearly had the upper hand.

Then they spotted her.

One of the Zombie Kings was drenched in filthy blood, her body covered in wounds. Her collarbone had collapsed, and she looked like she was barely holding it together. After prolonged combat and relentless killing, her energy reserves had to be running dangerously low.

“She’s the perfect target,” someone muttered.

All eyes locked on Laura.

She looked like a corpse risen from a pool of blood—completely soaked in red, her body mangled, but still fighting like a demon possessed. She was deep in the madness of battle, killing without pause.

“She’s an S-class speed-type Zombie King,” Selene noted. “Fast as hell, but physically weaker. Easier to kill—if we can catch her, that is.”

Beside her, the bald-headed T-09 stood motionless, his expression blank. Ever since his programming had been altered, he’d been glitching a bit.

“I can pin her down,” he said flatly.

“Perfect. Let’s move,” Selene said without hesitation.

With the plan set, they boarded their aircraft and began a slow descent toward the battlefield.

All the major Zombie Kings were locked in combat, too focused to notice the approaching threat. Sophia, ever cautious, made sure they landed close enough for a quick getaway if things went south.

The aircraft touched down with a soft thud. The hatch hissed open with a mechanical ka-chunk, splitting to both sides.

T-09 and the rest stepped out.

“The hunt begins,” Selene said, her voice cold and steady.

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In the heart of the battlefield, the two apex predators clashed with cataclysmic force. The sky seemed to crack, the earth crumbled beneath them, and shockwaves of raw energy tore through the landscape. Mountains shattered into dust. It was like watching a natural disaster unfold in real time.

Nightbane’s psychic power surged forward, trying to counter Ethan’s Domain of the Dead. His mind manifested twisted horrors—phantoms, beasts, and even the forms of other Zombie Kings like Bulldozer—rushing Ethan in waves.

“Cheap tricks,” Ethan muttered, lifting a stone slab and slamming it down.

The illusions shattered instantly under the crushing force, bursting into glittering fragments of light—Nightbane’s psychic energy, scattered.

“That glow…” Nightbane’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the slab in Ethan’s hand. It shimmered with a radiant light, pulsing with a familiar energy.

Radiant Crystal.

No wonder Ethan was so powerful.

Nightbane had been searching for that very energy source, and now he saw not one, but three Radiant Crystals embedded in Ethan’s weapon—more than he had himself.

And that wasn’t all. Ethan’s Domain of the Dead was far more terrifying than his own. They might both be top-tier Zombie Kings, but clearly, Ethan was on another level.

“I just need to know how much energy he’s burned through…” Nightbane thought, calculating.

The stronger the ability, the more energy it drained. He’d already used up a third of his reserves just maintaining the illusion barrage.

As he analyzed the situation, a sudden explosion rocked the battlefield. A thunderous boom echoed across the chaos, and a small mushroom cloud began to rise in the distance.

“What now?” Nightbane flinched, nerves frayed. He half-expected another one of Ethan’s secret weapons.

But when he turned to look, his eyes widened in surprise.

A group of humans had entered the battlefield.

T-09, Selene, and the others had made their move.

Flames ignited in T-09’s palm, flickering to life as he activated his fire-based abilities. His glowing eyes scanned the chaos, locking onto Laura’s blood-soaked figure within the raging Zombie Horde.

With a swift motion, he hurled a blazing fireball.

BOOOOM!

The explosion tore through the battlefield, a searing blast of heat and light erupting into a miniature mushroom cloud. The surrounding zombies were instantly engulfed, their bodies incinerated in the inferno.

Laura, moving with lightning speed, dodged the blast by a hair’s breadth, her figure blurring as she darted aside.

But the explosion had stirred the hornet’s nest.

The nearby zombies, now alerted and enraged, let out guttural howls and charged toward the intruders.

Selene and the others tensed, gripping their weapons tight as they braced for the onslaught. In seconds, they were locked in brutal melee, blades flashing and blood flying.

“Huh?” Nightbane’s eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the humans. “They’re… attacking Ethan’s horde?”

He was genuinely surprised. Not only were these humans strong, but they were clearly targeting the opposing side.

And he didn’t even know who they were.

Still, he wasn’t about to complain. This unexpected interference was working in his favor.

The battlefield was shifting by the second—anything could happen now.

Ethan, on the other hand, barely spared them a glance. He’d expected human factions to get involved in a war of this scale.

But…

They weren’t the only ones.

As Cyborg T-09 entered the fray, the tide began to shift. He was a marvel of human engineering—top-tier tech wrapped in a humanoid shell. And he was a force to be reckoned with.

Adamantium alloy bones. Liquid metal skin. Immune to bites, claws, and tears. And with dual elemental abilities—ice and fire—he tore through the undead like a walking apocalypse.

With a flick of his left hand, a wave of freezing energy surged out, flash-freezing a cluster of zombies mid-charge. Then his right hand lit up, launching another fireball that exploded with a deafening roar, blasting the frozen corpses into icy shrapnel.

His heavy footsteps thudded across the battlefield as he advanced, unrelenting, straight toward his target—Laura.

“RAAAHHH!”

Laura let out a feral roar, her bloodlust boiling over. She wasn’t going down without a fight. In a blur, she lunged at him, claws slashing through the air, leaving streaks of afterimages behind.

Her razor-sharp nails raked across his chest, each strike powerful enough to gut a normal human—organs would’ve been flying.

But T-09 didn’t even flinch.

His body was riddled with gashes, but not a single drop of blood spilled. Instead, the wounds gleamed with silver—metal shining beneath torn synthetic flesh.

Then, like mercury, his skin rippled and flowed, sealing the damage in seconds.

He raised his arm. A sleek metal spike extended from his wrist with a mechanical shnk, and he drove it straight toward Laura’s skull.

She twisted away at the last second, narrowly avoiding the strike.

“Looks like everything’s going according to plan…” Sophia murmured from a distance, eyes locked on the fight. T-09 was living up to his reputation.

He’d once single-handedly repelled Daisy and Hellhound—two of the Four War Generals from San Diego.

If anyone could take down a Zombie King, it was him.

So far, so good.

But Laura wasn’t done.

Her eyes burned with fury, her mind lost to the bloodlust. She glared at the bald cyborg in front of her, rage boiling over. With a burst of speed, she vanished again, launching herself at him with renewed ferocity.

T-09 didn’t budge. His glowing eyes tracked her every move, and he muttered under his breath:

“Still this aggressive, even after all those injuries…”

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