My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 612

"Damn," another soldier chuckled softly, though his voice was strained. "Even when the City Lord’s out cold, she can’t rest without worrying about us. What a handful we are." The joke was weak, but it only made them cry harder.

Relief, gratitude, and fear swirled within them, overwhelming their senses. Their knees gave way, and they dropped to the ground, unable to process how Kisha was even doing all this while she was unconscious.

For a moment, they truly believed they were dying—but somehow, they had been given a second chance.

What they didn’t know was that the Scarlet Bees, led by Bell, had been on standby all along, ready to step in when things got critical.

In this case, with Kisha down and the soldiers cornered, they had little hope left.

Even though the horde of zombies no longer had a commanding force behind them, the sheer number of zombies still surrounding the walls was staggering.

Without Kisha, their primary attacker who had been cutting through zombie after zombie, their own efforts felt weak and ineffective in comparison.

After hours of exhausting battle, one by one, the soldiers and warriors were succumbing to fatigue.

That’s when Bell’s arrival on the battlefield proved to be a game-changer, providing much-needed relief.

Her presence allowed the soldiers a moment to breathe, regain their composure, and adjust their strategies, offering them a brief reprieve from the mounting pressure.

While Bell was busy managing the zombie horde outside the walls, Eric Gilberts focused his attention on assessing Kisha and Duke’s condition.

Both appeared to be in a deep, unresponsive sleep, which made him uneasy. The stillness of their state left him with a nagging sense of concern, wondering if they were truly just resting or if something more was happening to their body.

"Have the City Lord and Vice City Lord woken up yet?" Aston asked as he arrived, his face etched with concern. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

Having heard what happened, he had come to check on them, sharing the same worries as the soldiers and warriors defending the western and southern walls.

Unlike the western wall, which was struggling, the southern wall was faring much better. Clyde and Reeve had stepped in to cover Duke’s role, keeping the defenses stable.

Meanwhile, Kisha had been fighting alone in her section, relying on Bell to take over when the situation demanded it. Fortunately, Kisha had made some preparations in advance, preventing the worst from happening.

Since the battle had raged on for more than half a day, the cafeteria had already begun delivering meals to the soldiers and warriors.

Even those too preoccupied to stop and eat were forced to take a break by the food runners, who understood that proper nutrition was just as vital as stamina boosters and vials of black liquid.

No matter how fierce the fighting, their bodies still needed real sustenance. Even the frontline fighters had no choice but to shove food into their mouths between attacks—one hand gripping a meal while the other continued firing using their weapons or conjuring an elemental strike.

However, after fighting for an extended period, exhaustion was beginning to take its toll. Many were growing weary, even on Vulture and Rose’s side, despite the rotation of manpower. The news about Kisha and Duke only heightened their concerns, adding to the mounting pressure on the battlefield.