Apocalypse: King of Zombies-Chapter 295: Boys! Get him!

"Another Zombie King with Absolute Domain? Seriously?"

The team members' faces tensed.

Ahead of them, a massive wave of vines surged forward like a swarm of writhing snakes, shooting toward them at high speed.

The melee ice-type Awakener immediately conjured two ice blades in her hands, slashing forward with rapid precision.

Wherever the blades passed, the vines were severed, leaves scattering in the air. A chilling frost spread outward, freezing everything in its vicinity.

For the moment, they were holding their ground.

The young man with the powerful right leg wasted no time activating his ability. Energy surged into his leg as he swung it in a sweeping kick—

Boom!

A massive strike sent the incoming vines snapping apart.

"Cough! Cough!" Elias coughed twice, feeling weaker by the second. But seeing his teammates managing to hold off the attack, he felt reassured.

He pulled out a crystal core, popped it into his mouth, and began absorbing its energy.

"You guys hold on—I need a minute to recover."

"Got it!"

The young man nodded. "These vines may cover a huge area, but their attack power isn't that strong."

As he spoke, he raised his leg for another kick—

Thud!

This time, his foot sank into the dense vines with a dull impact, as if he'd just kicked a solid wall.

Then—his ankle tightened.

Something had grabbed him.

"What the hell?" His eyes widened in shock. He tried to yank his foot back, but no matter how hard he struggled, it wouldn't budge.

Through the gaps in the leaves, a massive figure emerged—Bulldozer.

His thick, muscular hand was clamped around the young man's ankle like an iron vice.

Bulldozer's fierce eyes studied him, noting the strength in his legs. That last kick had actually made his palm go numb.

His expression darkened.

Then—BAM! BAM!

Two heavy punches slammed down.

"Golden Right Leg, huh? Golden Right Leg, my ass!"

...

Meanwhile, deep within the Zombie Horde—

Countless vines coiled around zombies' necks, hoisting them high into the air, turning the battlefield into a grotesque hanging exhibition.

Some vines even pierced through the zombies' bodies, draining their flesh and blood, leaving them shriveled and dry within seconds.

"Toxin! Stop those vines!" Scissorhands shouted.

"On it!" Toxin took a deep breath, his chest expanding as his stomach acid surged upward.

His awakened ability—Acid Jet—could corrode anything.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

Toxin transformed into a human acid cannon, spewing yellow-green liquid from his mouth like a high-pressure fountain. The acid sprayed into the air, spreading into a mist before raining down.

Sizzle—

The moment the acid touched the vines, a harsh sizzling sound erupted. Smoke rose as the vines withered and turned brittle, eaten away by the corrosive liquid.

But not far away, a shadow was silently closing in.

Little Shadow's sharp eyes locked onto the scene.

A Zombie King standing there... spitting everywhere?

Disgusting.

"Shadow Strike!"

Little Shadow darted forward, his body suddenly rising from the ground. His razor-sharp claws slashed straight for Toxin.

"Watch out! Move!" Scissorhands reacted instantly, already aware of the lurking threat. He shouted a warning.

Toxin didn't hesitate—he dodged to the side.

But—he was a second too slow.

SHNK!

A claw pierced through his shoulder.

Dark, foul blood sprayed into the air.

PFFT! PFFT!

Toxin spun around, opening his mouth wide—and unleashed a torrent of acid straight at Little Shadow.

"Goddamn acid-spitter..." Little Shadow cursed under his breath.

He had landed a solid hit, but he wasn't about to stick around. His body flickered backward, retreating at high speed.

Fine. Let him keep spitting.

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Let's see how much acid he's got left.

At that moment, Ethan stood in the middle of the battlefield, observing everything.

He noticed that his underlings had grown significantly stronger—enough to actually surprise him. Especially Sprout, who had already begun forming the early stages of an Absolute Domain.

With multiple Zombie Kings now in play, neither the Zombie Horde nor the humans could get anywhere near Ethan.

A vacuum had formed around him—completely safe.

So, he casually pulled out Bison's crystal core, popped it into his mouth, and swallowed it whole, letting the energy flow through him.

An S-rank strength-type crystal core—incredibly pure. It melted the moment it hit his tongue, sweet and juicy, like biting into a massive peach.

The real battle between the strongest hadn't even begun yet.

From the distant mountains and forests, Los Angeles zombies continued pouring in.

And through it all, that wild guitar riff never stopped—growing louder, more intense.

It was the sound of Elegy Zombie King.

She used her music as a medium, channeling her mental energy through sound.

Her melody was like a cursed symphony, drilling into the mind—weakening enemy morale while boosting her own forces. A perfect buff and debuff combo, making her the ultimate support.

The zombies, driven by the feverish rhythm, pounced, tore, and devoured—a dance of slaughter set to the beat of destruction.

"So many elite zombies..." Nightmare muttered, eyes narrowing.

The Los Angeles zombies felt endless, their combat prowess overwhelming.

And this was only a fraction of them—yet he was already struggling to hold the line.

The 50,000-strong Zombie Horde he had brought was already down by 15,000.

Nightmare's expression darkened. He turned his head, scanning the battlefield anxiously.

"Where the hell is Butcher?"

But if anyone was built for large-scale battles, aside from Sprout, it was the other fusion-type Zombie King—Lil' Shroom.

With a simple wave of her hand, countless fungal spores spread into the air.

Lil' Shroom had grown far stronger than before.

The spores billowed like a sandstorm, darkening half the sky before sweeping toward Nightmare's densely packed Zombie Horde.

The moment the spores latched onto the zombies, they collapsed, convulsing violently.

Red tumors burst from their bodies, grotesque and pulsating.

Their deaths were horrific.

"What the hell is that?!" Scissorhands' eyes widened in shock as he watched their zombies drop like flies.

He immediately turned to his trusted ally.

"Toxin! Stop that shit—now!"

"Oh—oh! Got it!"

Toxin responded instantly.

He had just finished melting Sprout's vines, but now he turned, inhaling deeply, preparing to spew acid at the fungal spores.

"PFFT—"

But this time, only a tiny dribble of acid came out—barely enough to hit the ground near his own foot.

The brown-red soil sizzled and smoked, but the attack was pathetically weak.

Toxin's face paled.

"Scissorhands, I... I'm out! I can't spit anymore!"

"..."

Scissorhands was speechless.

"Then what the hell are you waiting for? Fall back!"

Without hesitation, he led his nearby forces into a hasty retreat, dodging the deadly fungal spores.

Nightmare's Zombie Horde was being pushed back hard.

And just then—

Three new zombies emerged from the forest, moving at a leisurely pace.

Big Ears and his crew had arrived.

"Whoa... that's a lot of zombies," Shrimpy muttered, eyes wide.

This was even more chaotic than their last battle against the Azure Scaled Zombie King.

Big Ears scanned the battlefield, taking in the intensity of the fight.

But—just as he had expected—his side had the upper hand.

"Alright, let's get in there!"

"...Wait, we're actually jumping in?" Shrimpy turned to him, hesitant.

"Of course."

Big Ears nodded, his tone firm.

"My path to becoming a ruler is paved with battle. I'll build my throne on the bones of my enemies."

"...Oh. Uh, cool. So... where do we start?"

Big Ears scanned the battlefield, searching for a target.

Then—he spotted one.

A zombie, looking panicked as hell, was desperately fleeing the battlefield.

It darted behind a massive boulder, crouching down, trying to catch its breath.

Something about it seemed familiar.

A scarred head. A dented skull.

Big Ears' eyes lit up in recognition.

"Boys! Get him!"

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