My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 606

The ongoing tension had everyone’s nerves stretched to the breaking point, their hearts pounding as if hanging by a fragile thread. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

It felt like a heart attack could strike at any moment with the constant, sudden appearances of zombies seemingly materializing out of nowhere.

The stress was starting to mess with their heads, filling them with the unnerving paranoia that a zombie might pop up inches from their faces at any moment, ready to catch them off guard.

Even Duke was struggling, as he was tasked with protecting the largest section of the southern wall using his area-of-effect attacks.

Unlike Kisha’s side, however, the southern wall had yet to receive the upgraded ammunition from the artisans.

Aston had deemed the western wall the most urgent priority, given its dire situation, but no one had anticipated that Duke’s side would face an entirely different type of threat.

Yet, even if they had the upgraded ammunition, it would make little difference—they couldn’t fight what they couldn’t see.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath their feet.

A massive horde of zombies emerged on one side of the wall, catching everyone by surprise.

Like the scene on Kisha’s side, the zombies began piling onto one another in an attempt to scale the wall.

Their abrupt appearance threw the soldiers and warriors off guard, causing a crucial delay in their response—just enough for the tension to reach a breaking point.

But that wasn’t the only problem.

As the zombies suddenly flooded one side of the wall, the warriors and soldiers instinctively rushed to that area, leaving the other sides vulnerable.

Moments later, another horde attacked a different section, making it clear that these assaults were coordinated.

To make matters worse, the base of the wall was shrouded in a thick mist, completely obscuring the ground below.

Panic began to spread among the defenders as they realized the zombies appeared to be operating with some level of intelligence.

However, Duke knew better.

These were no masterminds—the zombies were merely pawns under the control of an evolved zombie that was manipulating the mist.

The real challenge was identifying the type of evolved zombie they were dealing with and understanding its full range of abilities.

Aside from the mist, Duke had no concrete information to work with, making it nearly impossible to devise an effective strategy to counter the horde or the evolved zombie.

"Clyde, go take care of the other side," Duke commanded, his voice cutting through the rising chaos.

Everyone was in a state of panic, and he knew it was the gnawing anxiety and nervousness eating away at their composure.

The thick mist that blanketed their surroundings hid the lurking threats from view, amplifying their fear.

After all, what could be more terrifying than being surrounded by enemies you couldn’t see?

Duke understood what they were feeling—the sudden appearance of zombies, coupled with the unsettling intelligence they displayed, was enough to push anyone to the brink.

But despite the oppressive tension, Duke’s presence served as a stabilizing force, keeping the group from completely falling apart.

After Clyde moved to the other side, where the second horde of zombies was attempting to scale the wall, Duke turned his attention to the soldiers gathered on the opposite side.

He ordered them to take out the tank of used oil.