My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 453

Exhausted and unwilling to let the scene drag on, Duke tightened his grip on his spear, channeling his remaining strength for a decisive attack.

With a swift motion, he swung his weapon, aiming to bring down the evolved zombie in a single, lethal strike.

"Ugh!"

"Ah!"

"Ack!"

A sudden commotion erupted from across the street, where Duke’s warriors were supposed to be regrouping.

When Duke turned toward the noise, his heart dropped.

"NO!" he roared, his voice thick with horror.

His eyes widened at the sight before him—his warriors lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies drenched in blood.

Ghastly claw marks slashed across their torsos, and some had their stomachs torn open, a grim testament to the brutal ambush they had just endured.

But the attacker wasn’t done.

It relentlessly tore through the remaining warriors with blinding speed, leaving them no chance to fight back or even see their assailant.

They tried desperately to raise earth walls to shield themselves, but each attempt crumbled before the attacker’s brutal force.

Whoever moved first fell first, struck down before they could complete their defenses.

Those still conscious struggled on the ground, gasping for breath, their bodies ravaged but not fatally wounded.

It was as if the attacker took pleasure in watching them cling to life, savoring each agonizing second as they writhed, straining to survive.

Despite the terror gripping them, none of Duke’s warriors fled, unwilling to abandon their companions even with their lives at stake.

One by one, they attempted to aid each other, but any chance to act was crushed as they fell to the ground like flies.

Enraged, Duke leaped forward to intervene, only to be blocked by the cunning mental-type evolved zombie—the very one who conjured the illusion of a relentless zombie horde earlier, trapping Duke and his warriors in a deadly loop, leaving them vulnerable and unable to fight back.

The mental-type evolved zombie stood menacingly in front of Duke, its vine-like arms spreading wide to block the entire street, preventing any chance for Duke to slip past.

Its dark, beady eyes remained fixed on him, while its exposed brain pulsed grotesquely, shifting with every heartbeat.

Brararara…

Gruuuhh...

The creature emitted a strange, rhythmic sound—not quite a purr but unsettling in its own way.

It continued this odd noise, as if communicating with the other evolved zombie.

Duke’s eyes scanned the carnage, watching helplessly as his warriors fell one by one.

It didn’t take long for him to realize the zombie attacking his warrior was another evolved zombie—a stealthy, high-speed type that moved so quickly he could barely catch its motion, even with his trained eyes.

The agility-type zombie and the mental-type zombie appeared to be working together in a deadly ambush, each feeding off the other’s strengths to dismantle his team.

Duke took a deep, unsteady breath, gripping his Kratos’ Spear tightly as he swung at the mental-type evolved zombie blocking his path.

To his frustration, his strike barely made a dent—the creature had an extraordinary defense. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

It became clear that the zombie wasn’t just mindlessly standing in his way; it was fully confident in its ability to withstand his attacks.

Duke realized this must be why it hadn’t flinched even when he unleashed his spiritual energy earlier, which had sent a shockwave powerful enough to blast ordinary zombies to pieces.