THE ZOMBIE SYSTEM-Chapter 75 - 74: Shattered Resistance

"You think you’re ready to face me?"

The commander’s voice thundered as Leon launched upward to assist Chairman Ethella. His necromantic abilities carried him through the air while his undead servants manifested around him in formation.

But the sheer difference in power was immediate. Leon’s courage met dimensional force and was shattered like glass against steel. The dimensional entity’s presence made his enhanced abilities feel like a child’s toys.

Leon joined the battle, commanding his four undead to support Chairman Ethella in the aerial combat.

His General Warrior zombie charged with spectral might, armor gleaming with the mantis blade carved through dimensional barriers that would have stopped normal weapons. Commander Northwind’s form blazed with power drawn from the altar below.

The Elite Mage fired arcane barrages that crackled with purple energy. Each bolt sought gaps in the commander’s defenses.

The Assassin vanished into stealth, using shadow-walking techniques that allowed movement between dimensional layers. Its twin daggers gleamed with energy that could cut through reality itself.

Tobias lunged with refined aggression, his spectral form carrying memories of S-rank combat techniques. The former ARES leader’s consciousness had evolved beyond normal undead limitations, retaining tactical knowledge from his living years.

The coordinated assault struck the commander from four directions simultaneously. Leon felt brief hope as his servants’ attacks found their target.

The commander, unimpressed, warped dimensional space around them with casual ease. Reality bent like heated metal as the entity demonstrated power that dwarfed mortal understanding.

Attacks that should have connected instead struck distortions that exploded mid-air. The warrior’s blade passed through areas where the commander existed only partially. The mage’s spells detonated against barriers of compressed space-time.

"Pathetic," the commander said while deflecting assaults that could have leveled buildings. "Your undead serve borrowed power against infinite force."

Leon used the necromantic quirk gained from absorbing the former ARES commander. Tobias’s memories provided tactical knowledge about coordinating multiple combatants against superior opponents.

He anchored himself in mid-air using death energy while his undead reformed for coordinated strike. The technique required perfect timing between all five participants. freёwebnoѵel.com

The assault launched with surgical precision. Each undead attacked from angles calculated to overwhelm dimensional defenses through sheer complexity rather than raw power.

But the strike barely scratched the commander’s defenses. Dimensional armor absorbed impacts that should have caused significant damage. The entity’s form flickered between states of existence that rendered physical attacks meaningless.

"My turn," the commander said with satisfaction.

In retaliation, the commander manipulated compressed dimensional pressure into focused pulse that gathered energy from multiple realities. The attack concentrated force that could crack planetary crust into projectile the size of Leon’s fist.

The pulse detonated under Leon’s position with violence that rewrote local physics. Dimensional energy exploded outward in waves that made gravity reverse and electromagnetic fields collapse.

Leon screamed as cosmic force struck him like divine punishment. His necromantic abilities couldn’t protect against attack that existed partially outside normal space-time. The impact sent him tumbling through air that suddenly felt like solid concrete.

He crashed through three rooftops before hitting the ground in explosion of debris and dust. Stone cracked under force that would have vaporized normal humans. His enhanced durability was the only thing preventing immediate death.

Leon lay dazed in the crater his impact had created, barely conscious. Blood streamed from wounds where dimensional energy had burned through his defenses. His vision flickered between awareness and darkness.

His system interface fluttered from impact trauma, error messages cascading across his field of view:

[Critical Damage Detected]

[Multiple System Failures]

[Warning: Consciousness Degradation]

[Emergency Protocols: Activating]

The fall had damaged more than his body. The dimensional pulse had disrupted his connection to necromantic abilities. His undead servants flickered above him, their forms destabilizing as their anchor point weakened.

Chairman Ethella, forced to shield Leon mid-battle, redirected storm magic to create protective barriers around the fallen necromancer. Lightning formed geometric patterns that deflected follow-up attacks from the commander.

But the effort required enormous mana expenditure. Storm magic meant to assault the dimensional entity instead protected Leon from retaliation. Ethella’s offensive capabilities diminished as his power divided between combat and rescue.

"Your compassion weakens you," the commander observed while pressing its advantage. "Abandon the vessel and fight with full strength."

"I protect those who cannot protect themselves," Ethella replied while maintaining barriers that drained his reserves.

Wind currents carried Leon’s unconscious form away from the immediate battlefield. But the commander’s attention followed, recognizing opportunity to eliminate both threats simultaneously.

Dimensional energy lanced toward Leon’s position with killing intent. The attack would finish what the first assault had started, removing the necromancer from the equation permanently.

Ethella intercepted with lightning that moved faster than thought. The bolt struck dimensional energy in mid-flight, creating explosion that lit the sky like artificial dawn.

But the defensive maneuver cost him dearly. Storm magic reserves that had been carefully conserved throughout the battle suddenly dropped to dangerous levels.

Chairman Ethella realized his storm abilities were weakening as mana reserves depleted faster than they could regenerate. The sustained aerial combat was pushing his limits despite decades of experience with high-level magical warfare.

"Impressive endurance for mortal magic," the commander said while gathering power for another assault. "But finite resources cannot match infinite force."

The entity was right. Ethella’s storm magic drew from planetary energy sources, but accessing that power required time and concentration. The commander’s dimensional abilities operated by different rules that didn’t respect conservation of energy.

Lightning flickered around Ethella’s form as his connection to atmospheric forces began destabilizing. The chairman of the Hunter Association was approaching the limits of what mortal magic could achieve against cosmic threats.

Below them, Armathor burned while dimensional tears spread across the sky like infection. Reality hemorrhaged through wounds that would take centuries to heal, assuming their dimension survived the next few minutes.

The commander pressed its attack with renewed confidence. Dimensional pulses struck Ethella’s position in rapid succession, each impact forcing the Storm Caller to expend precious energy on defense rather than retaliation.

"Your student lies broken," the commander taunted while maintaining pressure. "Your magic fails. Your dimension crumbles. Surrender and I will make your death swift."

Ethella’s response was lightning that split the sky in patterns too complex for human perception. But the display of power couldn’t hide the truth, he was losing.

Storm clouds began dispersing as his control over weather patterns weakened. Wind currents became erratic while thunder grew distant. The chairman’s legendary abilities were reaching their breaking point.

Leon stirred in the rubble below, consciousness returning despite massive trauma. His system interface struggled to function while his body demanded rest it couldn’t afford. The battle above would determine everyone’s fate.

The commander gathered dimensional energy for what might be the final assault. Power that could crack reality itself concentrated around its form while space-time bent under pressure that belonged to other universes.

As the sky warped again and dimensional tears rippled outward like cracks in glass, Chairman Ethella felt his strength failing for the first time in decades. The weight of continental responsibility pressed down on shoulders that suddenly felt fragile.

He may not be able to protect both Leon and the city much longer. The chairman of the Hunter Association was approaching limits that no mortal should face alone.

Ethella whispered under his breath as cosmic forces gathered above them: "If I fall... there’s no one else."

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