My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 598

As he neared one of the earth-type awakened ability users, he swiftly handed over the dying warrior.

"Take him up! Get him to safety!" Vulture commanded, his voice resolute as he carefully handed the limp body of the injured warrior to his comrade.

The wounded man coughed up another mouthful of blood, his grip weak but desperate as he clutched Vulture’s arm with the last of his strength.

"Captain... don’t... go... it’s dangerous..." he rasped, his voice barely audible over the chaos. Each word seemed to take everything he had.

The gaping wound in his stomach remained wide open, but the frost encasing the edges had stemmed the bleeding.

The chilling cold from the ice seemed to seep deeper into his body, his limbs trembling uncontrollably as his teeth began to chatter.

Despite his efforts to suppress it, he could feel his life slipping away with every passing moment.

Despite his fading strength, he refused to let go of Vulture’s arm.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, though it had only been a matter of seconds, barely even a minute.

His pleading gaze locked onto Vulture, silently begging him not to go.

He could sense Vulture’s intentions, the unmistakable resolve in his captain’s stance—the determination to face the evolved zombie head-on.

Seeing the worry in the warrior’s eyes, Vulture gave a small nod of reassurance.

"Don’t worry too much," he said firmly. "I won’t fight a losing battle. The moment I gauge the enemy’s strength, I’ll retreat if it’s beyond what I can handle."

"Someone has to test the waters, or that zombie will eventually breach these walls, putting everyone in danger."

His voice carried conviction, though it was clear he wasn’t acting out of recklessness or a desire for heroics.

Among them, Vulture had the best chance of holding his ground against the evolved zombie.

Even now, as they stood amidst the chaos, the warriors and soldiers on the wall were providing cover, ensuring no other zombies could approach while Vulture transferred the injured man to the other’s care.

"Captain..." the warrior began, his voice weak but filled with desperation as he tried to plead with Vulture to reconsider.

Perhaps they could call for reinforcements from the City Lord or Vice City Lord.

But deep down, he knew the harsh reality—both Kisha and Duke were stationed at the most crucial and heavily infested walls, where the sheer number of zombies was overwhelmingly large.

Neither of them could abandon their posts without risking the city’s collapse.

Even so, the fear lingered. Could Vulture truly stand against the evolved zombie?

The odds seemed stacked against him.

Their elements were in direct opposition—ice held a natural advantage over earth, its chilling force capable of overpowering and shattering even the sturdiest defenses.

Vulture would be fighting at a disadvantage from the outset.

Vulture didn’t waste time with further explanation.

His sharp gaze shifted to the man now carrying the injured warrior, silently conveying his intent.

The man caught Vulture’s unspoken message and, with a resolute nod, glanced down at the wounded comrade in his arms.

Pressing his lips into a firm line, he turned away and sprinted off as soon as Vulture gently pried the injured warrior’s grip from his arm.

The injured man barely had time to register what was happening.

His strength was fading fast, leaving him powerless to resist or protest.

Before he could muster a reaction, the distance between him and Vulture had already widened.

His fading consciousness allowed only a fleeting moment of realization before the darkness claimed him, and he passed out completely.

The warriors and soldiers atop the wall worked tirelessly to provide cover, ensuring the warrior carrying the injured man could make it up without delay.

Wind blades flew, and earth spikes rose to keep the zombies at bay as the pair ascended.

As soon as they reached the safety of the wall, the space type awakened ability user stationed in the norther wall rushed over without needing to be prompted.

His urgency was palpable as he knelt beside the injured man, quickly pulling out a small vial of blue liquid from his space.

"Hold him steady and pry his mouth open," he instructed firmly.

With the help of the others, they carefully opened the unconscious man’s mouth, allowing the STAU to slowly pour the liquid down his throat, ensuring every drop was administered.

Each movement was deliberate, their combined efforts a race against time to save their fallen comrade.

The injured man, even in his unconscious state, seemed to instinctively recognize that the liquid being poured into his mouth was his lifeline.

Driven by an innate will to survive, his body reflexively swallowed the blue elixir. Within moments, an astonishing transformation began.