Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 527

Chapter 527: Damn woman…
“This…”

Everyone looked at each other, hesitant and unsure.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed, his voice rising with fury. “You dare defy my orders? Are you trying to rebel?”

Just then, Oliver pushed his way through the crowd.

“Don’t listen to him!” he shouted. “This so-called Mayor Lucien is actually a vampire—a monster! He’s not protecting you, he’s farming you! This whole ‘Blessed Grounds’ sanctuary is a lie. He just wants to keep you penned up like livestock, feeding off your blood forever!”

A ripple went through the crowd. A few people looked shocked, even horrified—but most just stood there, blank-faced, their expressions tinged with quiet resentment.

No one moved.

“Huh?” Oliver glanced around, confused. He’d expected an uproar, panic, maybe even a riot. But instead, the crowd just stared back at him, unmoved.

“You’re not surprised?” he asked, switching between languages, trying to reach them. “Come on! We should be standing together, fighting back!”

Still, the people didn’t budge. They just looked at each other, then back at him, like they were waiting for someone else to make the first move.

Oliver frowned. Did I mess up the grammar in one of the sixteen languages I know? Did they not get what I was saying?

At that moment, an older man—clearly a servant from the castle, his clothes dusty and worn—stepped forward.

“We’ve lived here long enough,” the old man said, voice hoarse. “You think we don’t know what they are? Of course we do. But what choice do we have? We just want to survive.”

“You… I…” Oliver was speechless.

Lucien’s lips curled into a smug smile. Watching them submit to his power always brought him a certain satisfaction.

But then—

A katana sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, and in the blink of an eye, the old man’s head was severed clean from his shoulders.

Blood sprayed. Gasps rang out.

Mia stood beside the corpse, her Stellar Fang katana dripping crimson.

“Why waste time talking?” she said coldly. “Once we beat the vampires, they’ll fall in line.”

“Wait—seriously?” Oliver scratched his head, still trying to catch up.

Without another word, Mia charged straight at Lucien, her blade gleaming like a shooting star.

Lucien’s brow furrowed.

He couldn’t even beat the Zombie King, and now a human dared to challenge him?

“You’re dead!”

He lunged, his body blurring with speed, fingers curled into iron claws aimed straight at the incoming blade.

CLANG!

The moment their weapons met, a metallic ring echoed through the air.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. Vampires—especially those ranked S-class and above—had bodies tougher than steel. Their bones were denser than most alloys. Human weapons usually snapped like twigs against them.

But this time, his claws cracked. Blood welled from his fingertips.

“What the hell is that sword?” he growled in broken English.

“Pig-sticker,” Mia replied casually—and slashed again.

Lucien didn’t dare block it head-on. He dodged, weaving back, but Mia pressed forward, faster and faster.

Then—one clean diagonal strike.

The blade tore through his shoulder, slicing down across his chest. His coat split open, blood spilling out.

But vampires healed fast.

Lucien glanced down. Within a heartbeat, the wound sealed itself completely—smooth, unscarred, like it had never been there.

“You can’t kill me,” he sneered.

“Then I’ll chop you into ground meat,” Mia said, her voice calm, almost bored. “Let’s see you come back from that.”

She vanished in a blur, her katana slicing through the air, every strike aimed at his head—fast, relentless, deadly.

If it were any ordinary weapon, Lucien wouldn’t have flinched.

But the Stellar Fang was different. Its edge was harder than his skull. He couldn’t afford to take a single hit.

So he kept retreating, dodging, step by step.

Lucien was fuming inside. He’d thought the only threat was the Zombie King—but now there was a human, and not just any human, but one who fought like a damn demon.

This… this really wasn’t a fight he could win.

“You humans,” he spat bitterly, “you’re siding with the Zombie King? How is that any different from the humans I keep under control?”

“Oh, there’s a big difference,” Mia shot back without hesitation.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “And what difference would that be?”

“He’s stronger than you,” she said matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You—” Lucien choked on his words, stunned into silence. It felt like he’d just swallowed a mouthful of glass.

Instinctively, he glanced over to where Ethan was fighting—and instantly froze.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

The ground around Ethan was littered with mangled vampire corpses, blood pooling into streams that trickled like a crimson river. Since vampires weren’t worth harvesting, Ethan hadn’t bothered holding back. He was cutting loose—completely.

Wherever the Domain of the Dead passed, vampires were shredded like wheat under a scythe, their bodies torn apart, flesh and bone flying.

Of the thousand-strong vampire force Lucien had brought, more than half were already dead.

“Too few…” Ethan muttered under his breath, almost disappointed.

To Lucien, it was a waking nightmare. In just a few minutes, his army had been decimated. And the worst part? Ethan looked like he wasn’t even done—like he was just getting warmed up.

“He’s a devil… a fucking devil…”

Then it hit him.

This guy wasn’t fighting for survival. He was enjoying it.

Maybe from the very beginning, Ethan hadn’t even seen Lucien as a threat.

Lucien’s thoughts were cut short by a sharp whoosh of air—something slicing through it fast.

He didn’t have time to think. He threw up his arm to block.

SHHK!

Metal screeched against bone. Pain exploded through his forearm.

His eyes widened in horror—his arm had been nearly severed, the bone completely cleaved through, hanging by a flap of skin.

BAM!

Mia followed up with a brutal kick to his chest.

The impact sent Lucien flying backward like a ragdoll. He crashed through a wooden chicken coop, the structure collapsing on top of him in a heap of splintered boards.

Mia didn’t chase him. Instead, she turned her katana in her hands, admiring it with a satisfied smile.

“This blade’s amazing,” she said, clearly pleased.

From beneath the rubble, Lucien twitched, his lips curling in rage.

One of them was slaughtering his people for fun. The other was using him to test her weapon.

Was there no justice left in the world?

And then—shouts erupted all around.

The humans, once docile and broken, were now rising up. They surged forward, charging at the scattered vampires with makeshift weapons and stolen blades.

The tide had turned.

With most of the vampires dead and Lucien wounded, the illusion of invincibility was shattered. The humans saw their chance—and they took it.

They fought back, hacking down the remaining vampires with raw fury.

Oliver stood among them, watching the chaos unfold. The fear was gone from their eyes, replaced by fire and vengeance.

And suddenly, Mia’s words made perfect sense.

“Whoever wins… they’ll follow.”

In the wreckage, Lucien groaned, shoving broken boards off his body as he struggled to stand.

“Damn woman…” he growled, his severed arm dangling uselessly at his side.

He staggered, barely able to stay upright—when he caught a glimpse of white out of the corner of his eye.

A figure in pale robes had appeared beside him, silent and still.

“What—?”

Lucien froze.

Then he turned his head the other way—and saw Mia approaching, her katana gleaming, her steps slow and deliberate.

They had him surrounded.

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