Chapter 630: Sothing was off
“You… what the hell are you talking about?” The slightly chubby vampire’s brow furrowed in disbelief. “If Lord Crimson Count finds out about this, he’ll wipe you all out!”
“Maybe he could, maybe he couldn’t,” Lil’ B grinned wide, flashing two rows of razor-sharp teeth. “But right now… I’m gonna wipe you out.”
The vampires’ faces twisted in shock. Tens of thousands of zombies had just turned traitor, and now the terrifying Arican Zombie King had entered the fray. What ca next was anyone’s guess—but it sure as hell wasn’t gonna be pretty.
The chubby vampire’s heart pounded with fear. For the first ti, he was truly scared.
“Wait, wait—maybe you should think this through. If you stick with us vampires, you’ll be on the winning side. We’ve got an endless supply of fresh blood and at—”
SMACK!
Lil’ B didn’t let him finish. He swung his claw hard across the vampire’s face, tearing off a huge chunk of skin.
He hadn’t even planned to bring that up—but now that the vampire ntioned it, the rage boiled over.
“You tossed us bones like we were dogs, and laughed in our faces. I’ve had enough of that shit. Brothers—kill them all!”
The zombie horde roared in fury. Years of pent-up resentnt exploded all at once as they charged the vampires like a pack of starving wolves.
“Don’t do this… Bruno, give one more chance!” the chubby vampire begged, his voice trembling.
“Chance my ass!” Lil’ B snarled, then drove a boot into the vampire’s gut.
The blow landed with brutal force, folding the vampire in half like a shrimp and sending him skidding across the floor.
The surrounding zombies couldn’t hold back any longer. They pounced on him like beasts, claws slashing, teeth tearing. In seconds, he was ripped to bloody shreds.
“AAARGHH—!”
The vampire’s scream was bloodcurdling.
But to Big G and Lil’ B, it was music to their ears—sweet, satisfying revenge.
Of course, not all the vampires went down without a fight. A few of them, core mbers of the clan, started pushing back. They weren’t weak by any ans.
Especially Patriarch Malrick.
His face twisted with rage, veins bulging, eyes glowing blood-red. With a snarl, he swung his claws, swatting away the charging zombies like flies.
Then, with a powerful leap, he launched himself out the window like a missile.
But the streets outside were swarming with zombies—there was nowhere to run.
He grabbed the edge of the window fra and scrambled upward, heading for the hotel rooftop.
“You think you can kill that easily? Not a chance!”
Malrick was an S level powerhouse—one of the strongest beings on Earth. He climbed fast, even with the icy wind cutting through the air and frost coating the walls. His claws dug into the frozen concrete like it was soft clay.
The elite zombies chasing him didn’t have that kind of strength. They barely made it a few feet before their claws slipped, sending them tumbling down and crashing into the horde below.
“Hmph.”
Malrick smirked, glancing up. The rooftop was just ahead.
He picked up speed, bounding upward. With a final leap, he grabbed the edge of the roof, ready to flip himself up—
But then he froze.
“Huh???”
His crimson eyes widened in shock, his face going pale with fear. It was like he’d just seen sothing impossible.
Because standing on the rooftop, looking down at him, was a man in white.
He’d been waiting.
Ethan stared down at Malrick, sizing him up with a calm, almost bored expression.
“Not as good as Monroe,” he muttered.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a katana materialized in his hand. Energy surged through it, and flas burst to life along the blade.
He swung.
A blazing arc of fire slashed through the air—and through Malrick.
“AAARGHH—!”
Malrick scread as he lost his grip and plumted from the rooftop, arms flailing, eyes wide with despair. His cries grew fainter as he fell.
Below, the zombie horde howled in anticipation, jaws snapping, waiting for their next al.
Monts later, Malrick hit the swarm—and vanished beneath the sea of undead.
The chaos didn’t last long. Within minutes, the entire vampire clan had been wiped out.
Not a single one survived.
Ethan stood tall atop the high-rise, draped in a white fur coat that fluttered gently in the wind. His arms were folded across his chest as thick snowflakes swirled around him, drifting past like silent ghosts.
Below him, the streets and rooftops were packed with terrifying zombies—thousands upon thousands of them. All of them had their heads tilted upward, staring at him with a strange, unified awareness, as if drawn by so invisible force.
In the middle of the street, Lil’ B stood drenched in blood, holding the severed head of the chubby vampire by the hair. His eyes glead with manic excitent.
“ALL HAIL OUR NEW BOSS!”
He raised the bloody head high and let out a triumphant howl.
“ROOOAAARRR—!”
The entire zombie horde erupted in a deafening roar, their voices shaking the very air. Even the falling snow seed to tremble from the sheer force of it.
Ethan didn’t react. He simply turned his head, his calm gaze shifting toward the northern border. Far off in the distance, the sky was churning with dark clouds, rolling and boiling like a storm about to break. Sothing massive was coming—another wave of the undead, even more terrifying than the last.
…
anwhile, on the other side of the U.S., the invasion hadn’t stopped.
More and more zombies were pouring in, wave after wave.
The Crimson Count’s adopted sons and daughters had begun to move. So were attacking Mount Elbert. Others were heading straight for the forr North Arican headquarters of Genesis Biotech.
Their strategy was brutally simple: flood the enemy with an endless tide of corpses. No finesse, no tactics—just relentless, overwhelming force.
Near the Genesis Biotech compound, a female vampire stood watching the towering buildings in the distance. Her dark red eyes burned with bloodlust she could barely contain.
Her na was Ravena—one of the Crimson Count’s adopted daughters.
“My lady, that’s the old Genesis Biotech HQ up ahead,” a zombie underling reported. “It’s currently occupied by the strongest Zombie King in Arica.”
“Perfect,” Ravena purred, her excitent rising.
Among the Crimson Count’s children, Ravena was infamous—a complete lunatic. She didn’t just love killing—she loved playing with her prey. Like a cat toying with a mouse, she’d draw out the fear, savor the screams, and only then deliver the final blow.
Her eyes scanned the compound. She could see movent inside the tall building—figures shifting behind the windows. Down in the courtyard, human guards patrolled the periter, weapons in hand, alert and ready.
“So this is what the so-called strongest Zombie King left behind?” she sneered. “He must be dumber than I thought…”
The guards looked like nothing more than appetizers to her—barely a warm-up.
A zombie lieutenant beside her chuckled. “Does he really think a few humans can hold us off? That Arican Zombie King’s living in a dream.”
“Well then…” Ravena’s grin widened, her expression twisting into sothing wild and unhinged. “Let’s make this fun.”
Behind her, the zombie horde let out a bloodthirsty roar and surged forward like a tidal wave, crashing toward the Genesis Biotech compound.
The outer periter was surrounded by towering walls, topped with high-voltage electric fencing.
But the zombies didn’t care.
They climbed the walls in droves, throwing themselves at the barriers. Sparks flew. The air filled with the crackle of electricity and the stench of burning flesh.
Dozens were fried on the spot, smoke rising from their twitching bodies.
But the rest kept coming—unstoppable.
“This pathetic little trick? Might as well not even bother,” Ravena scoffed.
BOOM!
She lifted her leg and kicked the front gate with monstrous force. The iron doors exploded inward, crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust and debris.
Her vampire lieutenants charged in behind her.
The mont they spotted the human guards, their eyes lit up like wolves spotting prey. They lunged forward, mouths open wide, fangs gleaming.
But the mont they bit down—sothing was off.
Instead of warm, delicious flesh, their jaws tore into sothing soft and fibrous. White strands clung to their teeth like cotton.
“What the hell…?”
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