Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse-Chapter 33: Apocalypse Farming (III)

However, before Simon could savor his victory, something unusual caught his eye amidst the fallen zombies.

A figure emerged from the gloom — taller, more menacing. Standing at six feet, this creature’s green skin was a shade darker than the usual rotting zombies that wandered aimlessly through the streets.

Its claws were unnaturally long, sharp as daggers, and its yellow eyes pulsed with an eerie, almost sentient awareness.

As the creature opened its mouth, a grotesque grin spread across its face, revealing rotting teeth that were jagged and misshapen, a terrifying reminder that this was no ordinary zombie.

Simon’s breath caught in his throat. This one was different. It wasn’t just a mindless, decaying husk. This was something more dangerous, something intelligent.

The creature took slow, deliberate steps toward him, its eyes never leaving Simon’s form.

With every step it took, Simon felt an unsettling pressure building in the air — like it was aware.

The usual mindless groans and shuffling of zombies had been replaced by a chilling silence.

Simon knew it instinctively: this one was no simple undead — it had the ability to think. And that made it infinitely more dangerous.

The moment the creature’s gaze locked with his, Simon felt his heart rate quicken. His instincts screamed at him to act.

In one swift motion, he pulled out his pistol, aiming it directly at the creature’s head. Without a moment’s hesitation, he squeezed the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot echoed in the street, breaking the silence of the moment. The bullet shot forward, hitting the zombie squarely in the forehead.

A crack rang out as the bullet collided with its skull, but to Simon’s horror, the zombie didn’t fall. Instead, the bullet merely bounced off with a sickening thunk.

The wound it left healed almost instantly, steam rising from the wound as the creature’s head reformed before Simon’s eyes.

His breath hitched in his chest. This was unlike any zombie he’d ever encountered. His bullet had barely scratched it.

The creature didn’t seem fazed. If anything, it only grew more aggressive, its yellow eyes glowing with malice.

With a shrill cry that tore through the still air, it lunged forward, its long claws slashing the air.

Simon’s heart raced, and without thinking, he pocketed the gun. He had no time to reload, no time to rethink his strategy. His body reacted on instinct.

He ran toward the creature, faster than any normal human could hope to be.

The ground beneath him cracked and splintered as his feet propelled him forward, his speed a blur as he closed the gap between him and the creature.

The two collided with a force that sent a shockwave rippling through the air, shaking the ground beneath them.

The zombie staggered back, but Simon didn’t give it a chance to recover. In a fluid, practiced motion, he swung his blade, the Undead Slayer, at the creature’s outstretched arm.

The blade cut through the air like a hot knife through butter, severing the zombie’s hand in one swift strike.

The creature shrieked, the sound like nails scraping against glass, its voice higher-pitched and more human than any other zombie Simon had encountered.

But it wasn’t done. The zombie’s remaining arm swung forward, but before it could strike, it raised its foot, preparing to kick Simon in the chest.

The force behind the kick was immense — Simon barely had time to react. It landed squarely on his chest, knocking the breath out of him.

His body skidded backward, the force of the blow reverberating through his bones. The ground beneath him trembled as web-like cracks spidered out from his feet, causing the pavement to buckle and split.

The impact had been so forceful that it rattled Simon’s entire frame, but somehow, the vampire managed to keep his footing.

’So damn strong,’ Simon thought, his mind racing. The realization hit him hard: this zombie was unlike the others.

It had power, endurance, and, worse of all, intelligence. It wasn’t going to be as easy as slashing and running away.

The zombie brought its foot down again, intent on crushing him beneath its weight.

Simon dove to the right at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding the devastating stomp.

The creature’s foot hit the ground with a force that sent cracks sprawling across the pavement, deepening with every subsequent blow.

Simon rose to his feet quickly, his movements fueled by the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

His gaze narrowed as the zombie raised its leg again, preparing for another attack. But Simon was no longer afraid. His vampire instincts had taken over — his blood was boiling, his heart racing. This fight wasn’t just about survival; it was about proving he was stronger than the undead abomination before him.

He gripped his sword with renewed resolve and leapt forward, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

With a battle cry, he swung his sword with all the force he could muster, slicing through the zombie’s leg like it was made of paper. The blade cleaved through its knee, and with a sickening crunch, the zombie collapsed to the ground, its leg now severed at the joint.

It let out a pained shriek, its shrill cries echoing in the empty street. But Simon wasn’t done. He didn’t hesitate — he swung again, this time aiming for the creature’s other leg.

The Undead Slayer slashed clean through its flesh, severing the other leg with brutal efficiency.

The zombie howled, helpless on the ground, but still, it tried to claw its way toward Simon. It was relentless.

Its yellow eyes burned with fury, and the creature stretched its remaining claws toward Simon, futilely grasping for him. But it was too late. Simon stood over the now-dismembered zombie, his sword raised high.

With a final, clean slash, he decapitated the creature in one swift motion. Its head rolled across the ground, and the body slumped to the ground in a heap, lifeless at last.

Steam continued to rise from the severed stump of its neck, but it was no longer a threat.