My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 591

"Fire!!! Kill all these motherfuckers!" Vulture roared from his position on the northern side.

He was supposed to swap shifts with Bald Eagle, allowing them both to rest and alternate command, but consumed by sorrow and anger, Vulture couldn’t wait any longer.

He wanted to lead the charge and be the first to strike back at the incoming horde. Without hesitation, he sent Bald Eagle to take a moment on the sidelines while he took control of the battle.

Kisha, her smirk still in place, shouted with commanding authority, "Fire!"

"Frag out!" The collective voice of the soldiers rang out as grenades were hurled into the heart of the battlefield, exploding upon impact and tearing through the mass of immobilized zombies.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

After the explosion, the soldier manning the Gatling gun opened fire, his aim precise as he targeted the zombies below.

The firepower of the Gatling gun, combined with the distance to the zombies, made it easy for him to take down several, focusing on their skulls with rapid, continuous shots before moving to the next target.

Fortunately, the wall was constructed high and reinforced with sharp, protective spikes.

As the zombies neared, they were impaled by Rose’s Ice Crystal spikes—each one as durable as a diamond.

The undead were helpless against them, unable to break through and only able to fall victim to the unyielding, frozen crystals.

On Duke’s side, there was no need for a shout. His actions spoke volumes.

As soon as the soldiers saw his ’Fire Meteor’ descend from the sky, a fiery storm that incinerated the zombies below like a raging wildfire, they knew the battle had begun.

Without hesitation, grenades were hurled into the fray, and the soldiers unleashed a barrage of gunfire to ensure every zombie was put down.

Meanwhile, the superhumans activated their awakened abilities, cutting through the horde with lethal precision, each one determined to claim their share of the carnage.

While Duke fought on the frontlines, Reeve and Clyde stood by, watching the battle unfold.

Duke had instructed them to rest and conserve their energy, ensuring they would be ready to take over when he grew exhausted.

In the meantime, they had organized themselves into smaller teams, each one prepared to rotate in and out of the fight.

This strategy allowed them to have a rest and recharge while maintaining a constant presence on the battlefield.

Given their limited number of awakened ability users, it was the most effective plan they could have under the circumstances.

Aston and Tristan, on the other hand, were managing logistics, ensuring the flow of supplies and communication.

Kisha refrained from using her signature move, as she had already set up a maze-like barricade around the streets, strategically placing abandoned vehicles along the streets to slow the zombies’ approach.

However, this meant she couldn’t use her usual tactic of controlling the largest vehicle in the crowd to plow through the incoming horde.

With no other choice, she drew all the daggers she could carry and sent them into the fray, each one slicing through the battlefield like a precision drone hunting its prey that has an automatic target lock-on command on each one of the zombies.

Kisha maintained a sharp connection to every dagger, her wide-ranging vision tracking their movements, ensuring she wouldn’t lose control of them.

Amid the chaos, Kisha’s daggers zipped through the battlefield, weaving between the bright flashes of fireballs, wind blades, and other awakened abilities lighting up the dark sky.

The air buzzed with energy, explosions from grenades punctuating the echoes of battle as superhumans unleashed their powers.

Kisha didn’t hold back, pushing her telekinesis to its limits. Her daggers flew like bullets, piercing the zombie’s skulls with precision and speed.