My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse - Chapter 928

Chapter 928: Chapter 928 Going After The Mutated Zombie
Sparrow, who had been scanning the battlefield with sharp eyes, was the first to notice the mutated zombie’s subtle movement. It wasn’t heading for the frontline at all—it was creeping along the side, aiming to ambush Duke and Kisha. Sparrow immediately snatched up his radio, trying to warn Kisha.

From a distance, he spotted Kisha, effortlessly dominating the battlefield. When the radio clipped to her belt crackled, she snatched it up with her left hand while her right hand remained raised in position.

Her telekinesis surged outward, latching onto a massive school bus abandoned in the middle of the road that wasn’t far from her. With practiced ease, she swung the hulking vehicle like a battering ram, smashing into the swarm of zombies charging toward them.

Her control was precise; she avoided Duke, Vulture, and Evelyn fighting on the frontline, yet the sweep of the bus left carnage in its wake. The ground before Duke was littered with mangled flesh, black zombie ichor, and splattered brain matter.

Severed limbs and minced meat were scattered everywhere, the stench of rot thick enough to choke the air.

The sight was so gruesome, far worse than watching heads burst like an overripe fruit or bodies flattened beneath the gravity like thin cans. The frontline now looked less like a battlefield and more like a colossal meat grinder, and the nearby survivors, unable to stomach the horror, doubled over and vomited uncontrollably.

The survivors couldn’t help but feel both fear and reverence for Kisha as she effortlessly crushed the zombie tide surging toward them. Yet Duke wasn’t about to be overshadowed. Watching his wife dominate the battlefield, his own fighting spirit flared.

Pressing one hand firmly against the ground, he summoned his ‘Ice Storm’. Frost immediately spread outward in a rapid crawl, racing across the terrain and swallowing the horde. One by one, zombies were encased in solid ice, their grotesque forms frozen into eerie statues.

But Duke didn’t stop; he kept pouring his spiritual energy into it until the storm reached several hundred meters in every direction, a frozen wasteland in the middle of the battlefield.

Vulture and Evelyn, recognizing the surge of power, quickly retreated to give him room.

Then, with deliberate poise, Duke rose to his feet. His body twisted to the left, spear angled like a baseball bat ready to swing. His ‘Aura’ surged, pouring into the weapon until it thrummed with power.

In one sweeping strike, he unleashed a violent gust of wind and raw energy, the impact racing across the ice field. The frozen zombies shattered instantly, collapsing into glittering shards that clattered to the ground like broken glass.

In a single move, Duke had cleared the battlefield, erasing the wall of corpses that had been shielding the mutated zombie from his and Kisha’s sight.

At that exact moment, Kisha answered Sparrow’s call through the radio. But Sparrow didn’t even need to say a word—she had already spotted the mutated zombie.

With the ice field cleared, the creature stood exposed, like prey caught in a pair of headlights. For a brief instant, it froze, wide-eyed and panicked, before stumbling back.

It clearly wanted to bolt, to vanish into the tide again and wait for another chance to ambush. Facing Kisha and Duke head-on was never part of its plan, and now it realized just how fatal that mistake would be.

But how could Kisha and Duke possibly allow it to escape?

Duke immediately gave chase, his spear flashing as he sprinted forward. Kisha clipped the radio back onto her belt, her body lifting from the ground as her telekinesis carried her into the air.

Hovering above the battlefield, she swept forward after Duke, refusing to let the mutated zombie escape.

With Kisha gone from the frontlines, Vulture was forced to take command once more, though he was still locked in the thick of battle. Thankfully, Sparrow finally descended from his vantage point atop the building.

He leapt into the open, using his ‘Whirlwind’ to control both his fall and direction, until he touched down near the shelter. The survivors, awestruck, greeted him just as they had Duke and Kisha, like a messenger of the God of War.

Without hesitation, Sparrow assumed command from the shelter, easing Vulture’s burden and allowing him to fight without restraint.

But even with Sparrow’s arrival, the situation didn’t lighten. Though Duke and Kisha had carved a bloody path through the horde, another wave surged out from the city, as if something was deliberately luring the dead into this single choke point.

The defenders had no choice but to keep fighting.

Yet without Kisha’s presence, morale wavered; even her passive stat boost, the support skill that helped others to feel more powerful and invigorated, all vanished with her departure. It felt to the survivors as though their sudden surge of power had been stripped away, leaving them exposed.

Still, Kisha’s eyes never left Duke. She couldn’t allow him to face the mutated zombie alone.

Kisha knew the mutated zombie was far too dangerous for Duke to face alone. Even though it appeared to be fleeing, she suspected it might only be a ploy to catch him off guard. She had no choice but to follow.

Leaving the people at the shelter to fend for themselves once more wasn’t ideal, but letting the creature escape would be far worse. If it managed to regroup, it could easily seek out another county, city, or town, amassing an even larger horde before returning to strike again. With its ability to command so many zombies, losing sight of it wasn’t an option.

Kisha knew she couldn’t allow that creature to escape. If it succeeded in regrouping, it might eventually evolve into a Zombie King—a disaster they couldn’t afford to face in the future. Though she understood her absence would weaken the defense of the shelter, she had no choice but to trust her people to manage without her and the boost her presence provided.

Fortunately, Sparrow had also realized the danger. With his task above building as the eye completed, he descended from the rooftop to reinforce the battlefield. His arrival gave Vulture the freedom to unleash his full strength on the front lines.

Sparrow immediately unleashed massive whirlwinds that tore through the horde, sweeping zombies into the air. Within the storm, he hurled razor-sharp ‘Wind Blades’, turning the whirlwind into a colossal blender that shredded anything caught inside.

Though Kisha and Duke’s devastating area of attacks were gone, Sparrow’s relentless assault helped fill the gap, keeping the defenders from being overwhelmed by the endless tide of the undead.

“Everyone, keep fighting! We just need to hold on until Young Madam and Master finish off the mutated zombie controlling this horde. Once it’s dead, these creatures will lose their focus on us, and the rest of the zombies in this town will stop swarming our way!” Sparrow shouted as he hurled another ‘Wind Boomerang’ into the frontline.

“Sir, yes, sir!” the warriors roared in unison. Though the surge of strength they once felt with Kisha’s presence had faded, Sparrow’s words reignited their spirits. Gritting their teeth, they pushed their bodies to the limit, determined to hold the line.

Meanwhile, Kisha and Duke pursued the mutated zombie. It had already noticed Duke closing in from behind, while Kisha hovered above, her sharp aerial view tracking its every move. Between the two of them, the creature found it nearly impossible to slip away.

The mutated zombie darted across the tops of abandoned cars, trying to lose its pursuers. Each time it attempted to hide, Kisha hurled massive objects with her telekinesis, forcing it back into the open.

She even tried to seize its body directly, but the creature seemed to sense her invisible grip, like it had an antenna tuned to her presence, and could always slip away with uncanny agility.

Unable to restrain it outright, Kisha turned to sheer force. Whenever it tried diving into the sewers or slipping into a building, she slammed cars and debris into the paths it targeted, sealing off every escape route.

From above, she tracked its every move, her ‘Perception’ skill reading the twitch of its muscles and letting her predict feints and sudden turns.

It was a grueling task that demanded razor-sharp focus and high intuition, but she had no choice—this was the only way to keep it from vanishing. Meanwhile, Duke hammered its retreat with volleys of ‘Ice Spears’ and bursts of ‘Fireballs’, never letting it catch a breath.