My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 511

"Did Captain Rose return?" one of them asked, glancing around.

Thud!

The sound echoed again—the unmistakable noise of something being forcefully driven into the ground.

Then, they saw it: numerous ice crystal spikes floating in the air, still speckled with dirt along their edges, resembling the sharp fangs of some great beast.

As their eyes followed the scene, they spotted Kisha nearby, each ice crystal spike being slammed into the ground one after another with precision.

Astonished by the sight, everyone watched in awe as their City Lord effortlessly controlled so many ice crystal spikes in the air, driving them into the ground one by one.

But the question lingered—where had she gotten them? They all glanced around, searching, but Rose was nowhere to be seen.

"Captain Rose is still out," a haggard, breathless man, still sweaty from the heat, said as he stood near one of the ice crystal spikes to cool off.

After a moment of relief, he continued, "The City Lord took these spikes from the eastern wall’s defenses and brought them here temporarily. She said she’ll return them once the heat wave passes, or when Captain Rose comes back. If not, she’ll have her create a new ice crystal barrier for the eastern wall."

When they heard the explanation, everyone gasped, their eyes turning red with emotion.

"Our City Lord is so kind, like a guardian angel, always protecting us," a woman said, clutching her young child, whose face was as red as a tomato from the heat.

The child had looked like he might pass out at any moment and was about to be taken to the medical facility for an assessment.

But as the cool breeze from the ice crystals spread around them, the child slowly started to feel better. His dazed eyes began to clear, and his condition improved noticeably.

The extreme heat left the air still, and when a breeze did come, it felt like the sun’s fiery tongue was licking their skin.

It was painful, almost burning them, and the air itself seemed to scorch the oxygen, making it difficult to breathe.

Even the plants around them were wilting and slowly dying. Watering them only seemed to hasten their decline.

To protect what they could, some tried to shield the remaining greenery from the harsh sun, covering the larger trees with tents.

This was all under Kisha’s orders. With the air already thin and difficult to breathe, the absence of trees—vital for oxygen production—made the situation worse.

The plants and trees still had a chance to survive, and Kisha couldn’t bear to let them perish so quickly.

The soil, though parched, still held enough nutrients to sustain life—unlike the future soil, which had turned barren and incapable of supporting growth.

After organizing everything around the base, Kisha ensured that ice crystal spikes were placed along the northern and eastern walls to shield the soldiers stationed there from the intense heat.

She also made sure everyone was taking cover from the sun’s relentless rays.

Due to the extreme conditions, work around the base ground to a halt.

No one could continue their tasks effectively, and Kisha even ordered a complete suspension of work, warning that anyone who ignored the order would only end up in the medical facility.

On Duke’s side, the extreme heat had taken a heavy toll on his people.

They were easily fatigued, requiring frequent breaks to cool down. After another two hours of travel, they finally reached the textile factory.

The stench hit them long before they arrived. Even from miles away, the overpowering smell of decay was unmistakable.

The zombies’ skin appeared as shriveled, dried flesh, yet they still moved—albeit sluggishly, their once rapid movements now hindered by the intense heat.

"Don’t you think this feels like a blessing in disguise?" one of Duke’s men murmured to the warrior beside him.