My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 416

Grabbing a nearby metal pipe, he swung it with precision, taking down the zombie next to him.

He didn’t care that blood splattered across his handsome face; he exuded an aura of ruthlessness and wild intensity, fully immersed in the chaos of battle.

Duke’s team shivered as a wave of goosebumps ran across their bodies, feeling the sheer menace of his aura as he cut through the horde.

They could only follow closely behind, awe-struck by his relentless power, while the snipers from the watchtower cleared the path ahead, ensuring they wouldn’t be overwhelmed by the swarming zombies.

With Duke leading the charge at the forefront, the team swiftly carved their way through the zombie horde.

They moved with relentless momentum, fighting and running without pause.

Those stationed in the middle of the formation were tasked with quickly harvesting the crystal cores from the zombies’ skulls as they advanced, ensuring they wasted no time while collecting valuable resources.

With time running short, they couldn’t afford to use daggers.

Instead, they plunged their bare hands into the zombies’ skulls, ripping out the crystal cores along with bits of brain matter.

The urgency of the situation left no room for hesitation or nausea, their focus solely on survival and completing the mission.

With their relentless pace and efficient handling of the situation, Duke and his team quickly broke free from the zombie horde and sprinted deeper into the city.

Duke didn’t slow down until he was certain they were no longer surrounded and had secured a clear escape route in case of emergencies.

Only then did he stop, allowing his team to catch their breath after the intense run.

Despite their exhaustion, no one uttered a word of complaint.

Instead, following Duke’s orders, they immediately checked on each other, ensuring no one was injured and assessing if any adjustments were needed in their formation.

They understood the importance of knowing if the group could maintain this formation over a long period, especially given the intensity of their mission.

At this moment, Duke was still evaluating which formations worked best with his warriors and which ones fell short, ensuring they could adapt quickly if things went sideways.

He was meticulously testing their endurance and responsiveness, knowing that any tactical misstep could be costly.

Fortunately, Vulture had anticipated this need and had already selected team members with the best stamina and solid defensive abilities.

Though they weren’t as powerful as Duke in terms of dealing damage with their raw strength, their resilience ensured they wouldn’t be a burden in critical moments and could defend themselves or their teammates when things went south.

By the time they finally stopped, two and a half hours had passed, and they had been sprinting as if their lives depended on it—because they did.

The warriors were panting heavily, gasping for air, their legs feeling like lead from the relentless pace.

Despite their exhaustion, none of them dared to stop until Duke gave the signal.

They knew too well that halting prematurely would mean certain death, making them easy prey for the zombies and becoming their lunch.

Pushing their weary bodies to the limit, they kept running, fully aware that slowing down before Duke’s command would turn them into the horde’s next meal.

While the team took a moment to rest, Duke stood by the entrance of the building, assessing the situation outside.

Inside, the warriors hastily dug into their military rations—biscuits and water that Kisha had carefully prepared for the mission. As Duke observed them, he noticed how quickly they were consuming their supplies.

He remembered that Kisha hadn’t been able to pack much food, as their bags were already filled with other essential items. Realizing this, Duke made a mental note of their dwindling provisions.