My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 759

Once all the industrial machines had been reduced to scrap metal, Kisha compressed them into large, solid balls of steel and drew them closer with a swift motion.

Swoosh!

In the blink of an eye, she launched them in multiple directions like high-caliber bullets. The makeshift projectiles tore through the advancing zombies, obliterating the horde that had nearly reached her team. One clawed hand had been just a hair's breadth from Keith's eye—but before it could land, Kisha wiped them all out in a single, devastating strike.

Keith exhaled sharply, nerves frayed, but he had no time to catch his breath—another wave of zombies was already closing in.

"Don't get distracted now!" Kisha snapped, stretching her hand toward a distant industrial machine. Within seconds, the bolts securing it ripped free and whirled around her like angry wasps.

Wasting no time, Kisha hurled the massive machine into the swarm of regular zombies while shooting the bolts around like bullets.

The sheer weight and force flattened them on impact, grinding their bodies across the ground until all that remained was a trail of blood and gore—twisted limbs, crushed skulls, and meat paste smeared across the floor.

The sickening sight was too much.

"Oh god—that's disgusting!" Melody choked, her face pale as her stomach turned. Tears welled in her eyes as she doubled over and vomited on the spot, any trace of her usual ladylike composure completely gone.

"Thank you for the compliment," Kisha said with a faint smile.

Thanks to her heightened hearing, she caught Melody's gagging complaint from across the battlefield. Her eyes flicked in Melody's direction—just in time to see the girl doubling over and emptying her lunch all over the floor.

Kisha let out a smug smirk at the sight but didn't pause for long. With a flick of her hand, she seized control of another industrial machine nearby and sent it crashing through the remaining zombies, flattening them like roadkill.

Crank!

Just when Kisha thought things were starting to get easy—slaying waves of normal zombies and even the normal evolved ones like she was farming XP—the tide suddenly shifted.

As she moved to clear out another approaching horde, the industrial machine under her control suddenly halted. She tried to manipulate it, pushing with all her power, but it wouldn't budge. Her brows furrowed. 'What the hell happened?'

Then she looked up—and met a pair of unsettling, beady eyes staring straight at her. One eye bulged grotesquely larger than the other, and massive arms gripped the machine with bone-crushing strength. It held on like a steel vice, unmoving, unyielding.

Before she could finish scanning its stats—

Boom!

The creature hurled the industrial machine at her like it weighed nothing.

A moment of distraction—Kisha wasn't ready. She reached out, trying to regain control of the industrial machine hurtling toward her, but it was too fast. With no time left, she braced herself to take the hit barehanded.

Swoosh!

Clank!

In a flash, Duke appeared in front of her, his spear gleaming.

With one powerful slash, he sliced the incoming machine into smaller chunks, his aura crackling around the blade. Then, with a graceful twist of his wrist, he sent the fragments flying back like shrapnel toward the high-level evolved zombie.

The metal shards struck with force—but the creature didn't flinch. It stood there, letting the steel rain down on its flesh. Not a scratch.

Both Duke and Kisha furrowed their brows as Kisha focused on the zombie's stats window. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"This can't be right…"

The numbers were overwhelming—this wasn't just any evolved zombie. It was in a completely different league. Without her buffs, she couldn't even dream of holding her ground against it, not even with Duke fighting beside her.

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