Apocalypse: King of Zombies

"Bring it on!"

Bulldozer's eyes turned bloodshot in an instant. His massive frame charged straight at the Zombie King, completely ignoring the pain of bone spikes piercing through his palms. He grabbed the creature's fist with a vice-like grip.

The towering Zombie King, overwhelmed by Bulldozer's brute strength, was forced backward, unable to hold its ground.

BOOM!

The two of them smashed through the last remaining outer wall and plummeted from the high-rise building.

Even mid-air, they continued to grapple, claw, and pummel each other with savage ferocity.

CRASH!

Both of them slammed into the ground with a deafening impact, causing the entire street to tremble as cracks spread across the pavement.

In terms of raw power, the towering Zombie King was no match for Bulldozer. It was pinned beneath him as Bulldozer rained down heavy punches, one after another.

But the moment didn't last long. A swarm of zombies on the street immediately lunged at Bulldozer, sinking their grotesque jaws into him.

"ROAR!"

Bulldozer let out a pained howl, grabbing one of the zombies by the neck and hurling it far into the distance. He spun around and delivered a brutal elbow strike to another, twisting its head 360 degrees as blood spurted from its mouth and eyes.

However, the Zombie King beneath him seized the opportunity. Its sharp bone spikes shot upward, stabbing Bulldozer right in the backside.

"AARGH!"

Bulldozer let out a guttural scream and leapt off in agony. But by now, his vision was filled with nothing but the grotesque faces of zombies. The horde had completely engulfed him, piling on layer after layer.

The zombies' razor-sharp teeth tore into his flesh relentlessly. Pain wracked his entire body. Even someone as tough as Bulldozer was on the verge of being ripped apart.

"Is this it? Am I really going to die here?" Bulldozer thought, despair washing over him as he found himself unable to fight back.

Suddenly, a sharp, eerie caw pierced the air.

"Caw—caw—caw—Big idiot... Big idiot..."

A pitch-black crow swooped down from the sky, its mournful cries echoing like the prelude to a massacre.

The ground began to quake violently. It sounded like an army of thousands was charging in.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A suffocating pressure filled the air. One by one, the zombies piled on Bulldozer began to explode, their bodies bursting apart in a spray of blood and gore. The stench of death filled the street.

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Bulldozer felt the crushing weight on his body lighten bit by bit. When the last zombie exploded into a bloody mist, his vision finally cleared.

Through the haze of blood and carnage, he saw a face—handsome beyond words.

Ethan stood there, dressed in a pristine white shirt, completely untouched by the blood-soaked battlefield around him. His expression was calm as he looked down at Bulldozer.

"Man, you're in rough shape..." Ethan remarked, his gaze sweeping over Bulldozer's battered body. Bulldozer was drenched in blood, his entire frame dyed red. His skin was riddled with bite marks and punctured by bone spikes, leaving him looking like a human pincushion.

"Turning my guy into a pin cushion? That's just cruel, don't you think?"

"Boss..." Bulldozer's eyes welled up with tears.

At that moment, Ethan felt like a divine savior, descending from the heavens to rescue him at his darkest hour.

Bulldozer glanced around and noticed something strange. The two groups of zombies were now fighting each other. They clawed, bit, and gouged at one another with savage brutality.

Among them, Laura moved like a phantom. Her bone claws sliced through a zombie's head, sending it flying. Her figure flickered, disappearing and reappearing in front of another zombie in the blink of an eye. With a swift motion, her claws slashed through its neck, severing its head cleanly.

Laura's face twisted into a sinister grin. She was like a grim reaper on the battlefield, leaving a trail of decapitated corpses in her wake.

On the other side, the PhD zombie led his own group of zombies into the fray. With each punch, he crushed a lesser zombie into pulp. Occasionally, he unleashed his psychic powers, launching devastating mental attacks on the opposing horde.

"The whole crew's here..."

If zombies could cry, Bulldozer would've been bawling his eyes out by now.

Meanwhile, the Bone-Spike Zombie King was utterly shaken.

Out of nowhere, a massive horde of zombies had surged in, swallowing up its own forces. Among them were elite zombies, moving like relentless killing machines, their savagery unmatched.

And then it saw him.

Amid the chaos of the zombie melee, a tall figure stood out—dressed in spotless white, his gaze cold and indifferent, fixed directly on the Bone-Spike Zombie King.

The Zombie King couldn't sense his aura, but an inexplicable fear gripped its heart.

It was a fear that came from deep within its soul.

This feeling... it had only ever felt this way in the presence of its master.

"You... how dare you step into our territory?!" the Bone-Spike Zombie King roared, its voice trembling with both anger and fear.

Ethan didn't even bother to respond. To him, this was just a small fry, not worth his time. With a mere thought, his Domain of the Dead expanded outward, spreading dozens of feet in an instant.

The Bone-Spike Zombie King froze in place, as if submerged in a sea of blood.

"Boss, let me handle this!"

Bulldozer suddenly sprang to his feet, as if all his wounds had stopped hurting. His eyes burned with fury as he glared at the Bone-Spike Zombie King, eager to settle the score for the earlier "butt-stabbing incident."

"Alright, go ahead," Ethan said with a nod.

With two powerful strides, Bulldozer charged forward, leaping into the air. His massive fist came crashing down, slamming the Bone-Spike Zombie King to the ground.

He pinned it down with one hand, while his other fist repeatedly smashed into its face.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"BAM! BAM! BAM!"

Each punch shook the ground, sending tremors rippling outward. Within moments, the Zombie King's head was driven deep into the earth, cracks spreading like a spiderweb around it.

But Bulldozer wasn't satisfied. Grabbing the Zombie King's arm with both hands, he twisted it as if wringing out a wet towel.

CRACK!

With a sickening sound, the Zombie King's entire arm was torn apart, flesh and blood flying everywhere, leaving its white bones exposed.

"Still think you can stab me?! I'll smash your ugly head and snap every last one of your bony spikes!" Bulldozer muttered angrily as he continued his assault.

The Bone-Spike Zombie King wasn't even the absolute ruler of this region—just a mid-level enforcer. Its strength was comparable to Bulldozer's, and even without Ethan's intervention, Laura and the PhD zombie could've easily taken it down.

What's more, Ethan's forces had thousands of elite zombies under their command, completely overwhelming the enemy in both numbers and power. The battle was a one-sided massacre, a crushing victory.

It didn't take long before the opposing zombies were completely wiped out.

Corpses piled up like small mountains, and rivers of blood flowed through the streets. The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, a grotesque scene of carnage.

Amid this horrifying tableau, Ethan stood untouched, his white shirt immaculate. Around him, countless zombies gathered, drawn to his presence.

"Boss, this is all my fault..."

Bulldozer's heart was heavy with guilt. He had originally come here to hunt and redeem himself, but instead, he'd stumbled into danger and forced Ethan to personally come to his rescue. Not only had he failed to make up for his mistakes, but he'd also caused even more trouble.

Ethan, however, shook his head.

"You did well."

"Huh?"

Bulldozer was confused. He didn't know about the X-virus, so he couldn't understand why Ethan was praising him.

"I shouldn't have left the territory on my own... I caused trouble for everyone. It's all my fault," Bulldozer said, lowering his head.

"It's not your fault," Ethan replied calmly. "If anything, it's mine... for having a territory that's too small."

Bulldozer was stunned. His eyes grew misty again. Having a leader like Ethan—someone who took responsibility and never blamed his subordinates—was more than he could've ever hoped for. He didn't even know how to repay him.

Laura tilted her head, her sharp bone claws still dripping with fresh blood.

"I think you did pretty well too. Maybe I should save you more often in the future."

"No thanks..." Bulldozer shook his head furiously, like a drumbeat. One rescue was enough—his butt couldn't handle any more.

Just then, he looked up and saw a red-eyed crow flapping its wings as it landed nearby.

"Little Shadow, I owe you one too. If you hadn't called for help in time, I'd be zombie chow by now," Bulldozer said gratefully.

The crow fixed its crimson eyes on him, pausing for a moment before replying in a sharp, mocking tone:

"Big idiot. You're welcome."

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