Apocalypse: King of Zombies

As soon as the aircraft vanished, a few nearby workers immediately noticed something was off.

”Huh? Where’d the aircraft go?”

”Am I seeing things?”

One of them rubbed his eyes in disbelief. But when he looked again, he saw a tall figure approaching.

The man’s face was cold and expressionless, his gaze indifferent.

There was something about him—an aura that sent chills down their spines, a primal fear buried deep in their souls, like prey facing its natural predator.

”Run! Now!”

Someone shouted, and panic erupted. The workers didn’t even bother with the cargo—they dropped the alloy crates and bolted.

The sudden impact shook the metal cages, causing the creatures inside to screech.

Ethan’s eyes swept over them and immediately recognized what they were—human-faced spiders.

Genesis Biotech had captured quite a few of these creatures for research. There were both males and females. The males were smaller, about two feet in length, while the females were much larger, reaching up to four feet.

But they all shared one eerie trait—the blue markings on their backs formed a grotesque human face.

Ethan couldn’t help but wonder—what would happen if one of these things bit a person?

Might as well run an experiment.

With a flick of his wrist, a Tachi materialized in his hand. Without hesitation, he slashed at the alloy cages.

Zzzzt—!

The sound of metal screeching filled the air as sparks flew. The cages were sliced clean through.

The spiders immediately became agitated, scuttling out of their broken enclosures. They had no interest in zombies—they preferred fresh human flesh.

Their abdomens vibrated, unfolding delicate, cicada-like wings. With a few rapid flutters, they launched themselves toward the fleeing workers.

The workers were Awakeners who had developed Neurocores, but even with their enhanced abilities, they weren’t fast enough.

They didn’t stand a chance against these mutated insects.

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A gust of wind rushed past them—before they could even turn around, they were tackled to the ground.

The spiders let out an excited screech, their grotesque mandibles snapping open.

Then—CHOMP.

Fangs sank into human necks, injecting a thick, dark green venom.

The victims convulsed violently, foaming at the mouth.

Within seconds… they stopped moving.

Once the humans stopped struggling, the spiders began feasting on their prey.

”Damn… that venom works fast.” Ethan smirked, satisfied with the results of his little experiment.

He didn’t see this as a waste of food—his undead followers weren’t picky. Whether it was spiders or humans, they could eat both.

Consider this a little pre-meal snack for them.

The spiders were nearly as big as humans, especially the females. Not only were they larger, but they were also far more aggressive.

One of the female spiders suddenly shot out a silken thread from its abdomen—sharp as an arrow—and wrapped it around a worker’s ankle.

Then, with a powerful yank—

”AHHHH!”

The man screamed as he was dragged backward, slamming into the ground.

The spider wasted no time. It spewed more silk, wrapping its prey into a tight cocoon. No matter how much the man struggled, it was useless.

Then, the spider turned around.

From its abdomen, a long, needle-like appendage extended—

And plunged straight into the man’s mouth.

”Mmmph! Mmmphhh—!”

The man’s muffled screams were barely audible.

Then—

A sickening sound.

The spider’s abdomen contracted, as if it was sucking something out.

The man’s face twisted in agony, his expression contorted beyond recognition.

He twitched a few times—

Then went completely still.

A moment later—

The spider’s abdomen expelled something…

”Is it… laying eggs?” Ethan muttered to himself, finding the scene rather interesting.

It was clear that these human-faced spiders required human flesh and blood to reproduce. And judging by the sheer number of eggs being laid, it wouldn’t take long before an entire colony emerged.

Ethan didn’t mind. If humans were going to dump mosquitoes into his territory, then he’d just release spiders into theirs.

The chaos quickly drew the attention of nearby security forces.

Two squads were already rushing toward the scene.

”The spiders got out!”

”This is insane…”

”We can’t let them reproduce—stop them now!”

Panic was evident in their voices. If these creatures were allowed to spread, they’d become a major threat to all of San Bernardino.

One of the soldiers stepped forward, his body radiating intense heat. Flames erupted around him, turning the night sky a deep crimson.

With a flick of his wrist, he launched a massive fireball straight at the human-faced spiders.

The scorching heat surged forward, ready to incinerate the creatures.

The young man was confident—this would be a one-hit kill.

Victory was within reach.

But just as the fireball was about to strike—

Something unseen deflected it.

The flames veered off course, crashing into the ground far from the spiders.

”What the hell?” The young man’s eyes widened in shock. He had no idea what had just happened.

Then, a voice rang out from nearby—calm, almost amused.

”You people really don’t know how to take care of animals…”

”Huh?”

The young man turned his head—

And saw a white-clad figure standing right beside him.

Ethan.

Before he could react, Ethan’s Tachi flashed through the air—faster than lightning.

A second later—

The young man’s expression froze.

A thin red line appeared across his neck.

Then—his head slid clean off.

His teammates barely had time to process what had happened before sheer terror took over.

They turned to run—

But it was already too late.

Ethan’s Domain of the Dead spread outward, engulfing them. One by one, they fell.

Not far away, another squad had been rushing toward the scene.

But the moment they sensed the overwhelming presence, they froze in place.

This wasn’t just some escaped monsters.

This was a Zombie King.

They immediately stopped, too afraid to move forward.

But they also didn’t dare run outright—they knew that drawing attention to themselves could be a death sentence.

”Captain Oliver… what do we do?” one of the soldiers whispered.

Oliver’s face was grim. ”We can’t fight him. We need to get out of here—fast.”

”But…” One of the team members swallowed hard. ”Can we even escape from a Zombie King?”

”Hold on.” Oliver’s eyes darted around, thinking fast. Then, his gaze landed on a nearby aircraft.

That was it.

That thing was fast—faster than the Zombie King could chase.

More importantly, it could fly.

”We’ll take the aircraft.”

”Brilliant idea, Captain!”

Oliver raised a hand. ”Keep quiet. No sudden movements.”

The three soldiers nodded, their faces tense.

Moving as silently as possible, they crept toward the aircraft.

But—

Ethan had already noticed them.

He had sensed their presence from the start.

And once the aircraft powered up, the energy surge would make them even easier to detect.

Ethan turned and began walking toward them.

The four soldiers immediately panicked.

”Shit! He saw us!”

”Get inside—NOW!”

They were only twenty feet from the aircraft.

No time to hesitate.

They leaped forward, scrambling into the cockpit.

No delays. No second thoughts.

They rushed to the controls and activated the engine.

As long as they could get airborne, they’d be safe.

Oliver risked a glance back—

Through the half-open hatch, he saw Ethan still outside, walking toward them.

He wasn’t inside yet.

”Close the hatch! NOW!”

”On it!” One of the soldiers fumbled with the controls, slamming the hatch-close button.

Clunk!

The doors sealed shut.

A second later—

The aircraft’s thrusters ignited, roaring to life.

A powerful force lifted them off the ground, propelling them into the night sky.

”Holy—”

The four of them collapsed onto the floor, their legs giving out beneath them.

Their bodies were drenched in cold sweat, their breaths ragged.

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