Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Abyssion wasn’t the least bit surprised by Bloodveil’s arrival—he’d seen it coming from a mile away.

His crew of Zombie Kings, on the other hand, were visibly impressed.

”No wonder he’s the boss—dude’s practically psychic!”

”Hmph! Doesn’t matter who shows up today.”

”Coming to Frostmere? That’s a death wish.”

”...”

Unfazed, Abyssion’s Zombie Kings led their undead hordes forward, launching another wave of relentless assault.

Abyssion’s psychic energy surged like a tidal wave, radiating outward. The very air around him began to thicken, space itself warping under the pressure.

Still, one thing didn’t sit right with him—why would Bloodveil, the Overlord of Eastreach, risk everything to help Wraithshade by stepping into enemy territory?

He figured Bloodveil must’ve been duped—probably fell for Wraithshade’s lies, thinking he could score an easy win. That kind of thinking? Pure idiocy. Clearly, this Eastreach Overlord wasn’t exactly working with a full deck.

”Trying to beat me with some low-IQ Zombie King? What a joke.”

”Huh???” Bloodveil’s brow twitched at that. Who the hell was he calling low-IQ?

But before he could respond, the undead tide surged again—feral, frenzied, and utterly fearless as they charged straight at him.

Bloodveil’s blood-forged chains snapped through the air like twin crimson ribbons, slicing and twirling with an eerie grace. There was something almost elegant about the way he moved.

Before the zombies could even get close, they were shredded—torn apart mid-charge.

But for every wave he cut down, another rose to take its place. It was like trying to empty the ocean with a spoon. Against a million-strong horde, he could fight for a day and night and still not make a dent.

”I’ll make you regret ever stepping foot in Frostmere!” Abyssion snarled, eyes gleaming with menace. He was confident—because Nyssara of Heartland was still lying in wait, ready to strike from the shadows.

As Bloodveil carved his way through the undead, Nyssara was poised to deliver a fatal blow at just the right moment.

But then—something shifted.

From the ridge behind them, a thick black fog erupted, rolling forward like a stormfront, fast and furious. It looked like smoke from a battlefield, laced with the guttural howls of the undead and a chilling aura of death.

”What the hell is that?” Abyssion narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the shapes moving within the fog.

Through the swirling darkness, he caught glimpses of agile, deadly figures—zombies, but not like the mindless horde. These ones moved with purpose. And in their hands, beams of searing light danced like blades.

It was them.

The Saber Corps.

Three thousand elite, battle-hardened zombies—Bloodveil’s personal death squad.

Shrouded in black mist, they looked like demons unleashed, charging straight into the heart of Frostmere’s undead army.

”Kill!”

Their roar shook the battlefield.

At the same time, a distorted guitar riff ripped through the air, drowning out the chaos of war. The sound was raw, electric—alive.

”Hey-ah, hey! Hey-ah, ho!” Elegy’s voice followed, haunting and ethereal, like a siren’s call from the underworld.

Her song wasn’t just music—it was a weapon. Her psychic energy pulsed outward in waves, infecting the Saber Corps with a manic bloodlust.

With the fog for cover and the war chant fueling their frenzy, the Saber Corps became unstoppable.

They tore through the enemy like a buzzsaw, leaving behind a trail of mangled limbs and shattered corpses. It was a massacre.

Abyssion’s eyes went wide. This wasn’t part of the plan.

More reinforcements?

Under the Saber Corps’ onslaught, his zombie horde was being decimated. They weren’t even slowing the enemy down anymore.

And suddenly, it clicked.

That’s what happened to Razorclaw and his hundred thousand troops…

”I’ve gotta stop them—now!”

But the regular horde was useless against this kind of force. Only the S+ tier Zombie Kings had a shot at slowing them down.

Luckily, Frostmere had no shortage of heavy hitters.

Abyssion barked out orders, rallying his elite.

”Get in there! Stop them—whatever it takes!”

”Got it!” his lieutenants roared back.

Dozens of S+ level Zombie Kings surged forward, their killing intent sharp as blades, charging straight into the black fog to meet the Saber Corps head-on.

”Die, all of you!”

The high-tier Zombie Kings Abyssion had unleashed were no pushovers. Each one boasted terrifying abilities—brutal, relentless, and battle-hardened.

But the black mist ahead only thickened, like the gaping maw of some monstrous beast, swallowing them whole.

Inside, shadows flickered—graceful, deadly. The sound of metal scraping against bone echoed through the fog.

Even these elite Zombie Kings began to fall, one by one. Their auras blinked out like dying stars.

”What the hell is going on?!” one of them shouted, panic creeping into his voice. He could feel it—something was very, very wrong. A suffocating sense of danger closed in.

He turned to retreat—but too late.

A girl’s face appeared inches from his own, her smile twisted, eyes gleaming with bloodlust and madness.

Laura.

Before he could react, her razor-sharp claws flashed—and his head went flying.

Another Zombie King, one specialized in speed, locked eyes on the ridge above. There, Elegy stood with her guitar cradled in her arms, her song rising in pitch and intensity.

He knew—she was the key. Take her out, and the Saber Corps would lose their edge. His side might actually stand a chance.

Assassination was his specialty.

”You’re dead!”

He darted forward, leaping from rock to rock, closing the distance in seconds. Then, with a final burst of speed, he launched himself into the air like a hawk diving for the kill, claws aimed straight at Elegy’s heart.

Thirty feet. Twenty. Ten—

Suddenly, something yanked his ankle mid-flight.

”What the—?!”

He looked down, eyes wide.

A metallic, biomechanical tendril had wrapped around his leg, locking him in place. At the other end stood a hulking figure, half-machine, half-monster.

Bulldozer.

The brute grinned, eyes gleaming with savage glee.

”Die, you worthless mutt!”

BOOM!

With a roar, Bulldozer whipped the Zombie King down like a ragdoll, slamming him into the ground hard enough to shake the earth. Dust exploded into the air.

Then came the stomp.

Bulldozer’s massive boot came crashing down, crushing the speedster’s skull like a melon.

He wasn’t about to waste his chance to shine—not when he finally got to fight alongside the boss.

With the assassin flattened, Bulldozer charged into the fray, tearing through the remaining high-tier zombies like a wrecking ball.

Abyssion’s plan to halt the Saber Corps? Shattered in an instant.

”This... this isn’t right!”

He could feel it now—something was off. Way off.

There were too many high-level enemies. And not just that—they had tech. Advanced tech. And Laura… she was a walking massacre.

Worse, she radiated the unmistakable aura of the Voidborn Undying.

”Another one of them...”

Abyssion’s gaze swept the battlefield. Not far off, Bloodveil was tearing through the horde like a demon unleashed, cutting a bloody path straight toward him.

”He called me low-IQ? The nerve!”

Bloodveil’s fury burned hot. That insult had struck a nerve, and now he was hellbent on making Abyssion eat those words—along with his own teeth.

”...”

Abyssion clenched his jaw, tension rising. If Bloodveil and Laura closed the distance—and Wraithshade joined in—he’d be cornered. Outmatched.

Where the hell was Nyssara?

He scanned the battlefield, desperate for backup.

But Nyssara’s stealth was legendary. Even their own undead couldn’t track her when she didn’t want to be found.

Unbeknownst to him, just a short distance away, the surface of a shallow puddle began to ripple.

From beneath the water, something emerged—silent, invisible.

Nyssara.

Her body shimmered like glass, perfectly blending into her surroundings. She had fused with a Chameleon-type strain, allowing her to merge with any surface she touched. Even her aura was completely masked.

She watched quietly, unmoving.

A true predator knew the value of patience.

Bloodveil was getting closer, his killing intent radiating like heat from a furnace. He was heading straight for the water.

Nyssara’s eyes narrowed, locking onto her prey.

”You’re mine...”

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