My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse - Chapter 930

Chapter 930: Chapter 930 Unmoving Zombies
ROAR!!!

The mutated zombie bellowed furiously, and in response, the horde surged like a raging tide, rushing straight toward Kisha in a frenzy. Its reaction made it clear just how enraged the mutated zombie was.

But Kisha showed no fear—if anything, her mocking gaze seemed to taunt it further, as if saying, “Just as I thought.”

Infuriated, the mutated zombie forced more of its kind under its control. Because of this, the zombies assaulting the shelter suddenly halted, as if someone had hit pause. Then, those from the rear broke away, turning sharply before stampeding in Kisha’s direction.

At the same time, Sparrow soared into the sky, riding his “Whirlwind.” He unleashed an even greater storm of Whirlwind, feeding it with countless “Windblades” until it became a massive blender, tearing through the horde. Yet, as he focused on maintaining control from above, he noticed something strange: the zombies beneath him froze mid-attack. Suspicion flickered in his chest just as he caught sight of the rear ranks breaking away.

Dust clouds billowed as thousands of feet pounded the ground in unison, the horde stampeding like wild beasts. Sparrow’s heart skipped a beat, and a chill crept into his bones. He knew that direction. It was where Kisha and Duke had vanished.

Without wasting a second, Sparrow snatched up the radio and called out urgently.

“Young Madam, can you hear me? Over.”

“Yes, what’s wrong?” Kisha’s calm voice answered almost immediately, even as she continued controlling the six vehicles that swept through the streets, mowing down clusters of zombies like weeds.

Not far from her, Duke was locked in a brutal one-on-one with the mutated zombie. His spear, cloaked in a shimmering aura, clashed against the mutated zombie’s tough hide.

Thanks to that aura, he had already managed to inflict several wounds. The creature’s defenses were monstrous, but Duke’s aura cut deeper than any ordinary weapon could. Without it, even scratching the mutated zombie would have taken unimaginable effort.

“Young Madam, the zombies in the back just turned around, they’re running straight toward your direction!” Sparrow quickly reported, his eyes locked on the shifting horde while Vulture and Evelyn pressed their assault against the ones still attacking from the front.

“I understand…” Kisha replied calmly, though her lips pressed into a thin line. That meant she and Duke had only a small window of time before thousands of zombies arrived. She deduced that the mutated zombie’s earlier shriek had summoned the ones at the rear; its call clearly carried a radius.

Fortunately, it hadn’t been able to pull in the zombies already near the shelter. Those had only paused, confused, instead of retreating.

It seemed the shriek had severed the mutated zombie’s control over the zombie horde that was farthest from it, leaving their minds in disarray. That brief lapse gave Sparrow, Vulture, and the others a rare opening to push back before the swarm fully reorganized.

And so, Vulture and Sparrow immediately ramped up the frequency of their attacks, taking full advantage of the sudden pause. The awakened ability users from the shelter noticed it too, and without hesitation, unleashed everything they had.

Even the ordinary humans manning assault rifles joined in, raining bullets down on the unmoving horde. With the zombies frozen in place, it was like shooting at helpless targets lined up in the open, easy prey in a battlefield that rarely offered such an opportunity.

“Hoohahh! Everyone, push harder!” Rakan bellowed as he pulled out the RPG supplied by the STAU. Dropping to one knee on the second floor, he steadied his aim through the scope, locking onto the cluster of zombies at the rear, the same area where the horde had begun retreating from.

If this disturbance truly came from the mutated zombie severing its control over thousands of drone zombies to better focus on commanding the reinforcements it called, then cutting off that retreat was crucial. Better to crush the rear first while the awakened ability users tore through the front lines.

Rakan wasn’t the only one who saw this. Sparrow had already begun channeling his ‘Whirlwind’, directing it toward the back ranks. Noticing this, Rakan adjusted his angle carefully, making sure his RPG’s trajectory wouldn’t intersect with Sparrow’s attack. After all, Sparrow’s whirlwind was already packed with deadly ‘Windblades’ inside; there was no need to risk wasting a shell by detonating an RPG shell inside it.

“RPG incoming!!!” Rakan roared as he pulled the trigger. His warning wasn’t for show; it was to keep Vulture and Evelyn from charging too far back and getting caught in the blast. Even before the rocket struck, Rakan was already moving with practiced efficiency, sliding another round into the launcher to reload.

BOOM!

A fiery explosion tore through the zombie ranks, scattering limbs and dust into the air.

“Hooo! Nice shot!!!” Fred hollered, flashing a thumbs-up from the wall as he glanced toward Rakan on the second-floor balcony. He let his own assault rifle hang at rest; its barrel was glowing hot after his last string of explosive shots.

If he kept firing recklessly, the gun would warp and twist into a useless iron flower. Ammunition and weapons weren’t limitless, and Fred knew he had to ration his firepower carefully, so while he let his weapon rest, he too was recovering his spiritual energy.

“One more RPG incoming!!!” Rakan shouted after slamming another round into the launcher. The area he’d struck earlier was still burning, a smoking crater surrounded by shredded remains of what used to be zombies.

The creatures hadn’t regained their senses yet, and Rakan wasn’t about to waste the opening; he’d kill as many as possible while they were still unmoving.

He locked onto another cluster just beside the first impact, pulled the trigger, and sent another rocket screaming through the air.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Each explosion echoed like thunder, shaking the ground and painting the battlefield with fire and gore.

“Master, you rock!” one of Rakan’s subordinates shouted gleefully, laughing as the explosions lit up the battlefield. Even Vulture and Evelyn, clad in full armor, felt the shockwaves ripple through the air. All around them, patches of ground burned and smoked from the relentless blasts.

Not wanting to be outdone while everyone else was pushing their limits, Vulture hefted his massive hammer and dove into the fray. Each swing crushed skulls like melons, his movements brutal and unstoppable, like a rampaging Hulk.

At the same time, he conjured ‘Earth Spikes’ with every step, jagged earth spears erupting from the ground to impale zombies in his path.

With every strike, his connection to his elemental ability deepened. What once took him five full seconds to summon now snapped into being in less than one. The earth no longer felt like a tool to command; it felt like an extension of his own body.

“Holy shit! I feel amazing!” Vulture roared as a hardened earth formed over his left arm, forming a massive claw. With his hammer gripped in his right hand, he rampaged through the horde, smashing skulls with bone-crushing swings while raking the claw through anything that got too close.

The results were horrifying. Each swipe shredded zombies as if a massive beast had mauled them, leaving their faces gouged beyond recognition. Brain matter and blood sprayed with every strike, the claw tearing through their skulls as easily as paper.

“Uweh!!!” Keith gagged, stumbling back with a pale face. “I’ll pretend I didn’t see that… disgusting!” He looked ready to vomit after catching a glimpse of the mangled corpses Vulture left in his path.

“I didn’t know the City Lord had a brother with such a faint heart.” Levi sneered, standing just close enough for Keith to catch the taunt. The corner of his lips curled upward, not quite a smile, more like a deliberate provocation.

Keith’s nostrils flared. The urge to slap that smirk off Levi’s face nearly overwhelmed him, but instead, he channeled his anger into action. He yanked his bowstring back, aimed at a forty-five-degree angle, and infused his shot with spiritual energy.

In an instant, dozens of glowing arrows materialized, streaking into the sky before raining down. Zombies collapsed one after another like toppled mannequins.

“Ha! Take that, now tell me who’s weaker!” Keith barked, his earlier disgust already forgotten, his focus now locked on proving himself in a rivalry with Levi.

Levi, as if he had expected this exact reaction from Keith, only smirked wider. His taunting seemed to fuel Keith’s determination, and the young man’s area-of-effect attacks grew even more vicious and powerful as he threw himself into competing with Levi, who was steadily mowing down zombies at the frontline with his assault rifle.

Surprisingly, Levi actually has a high accuracy rate, so every shot hits the target, which fired up Keith even more.