The Crimson Count was on the move, heading straight for the Mount Elbert refuge. There was no way the humans could hold him off. And now that he’d shown himself, Ethan had made up his mind—he was going to hunt him down.
A clash between two Zombie Kings was inevitable. The winner would stand at the top of the world, the undisputed overlord of the undead.
But just as Ethan was about to set out for Mount Elbert, a deep rumble echoed across the pitch-black sky. Tiny points of light began to appear overhead, streaking toward him at breakneck speed.
"What the hell is that?" Ethan narrowed his sharp eyes.
The lights tore across the horizon like a teor shower, growing denser by the second—thousands of them, maybe more.
As they got closer, their shapes beca clearer. They weren’t teors—they were aircraft. Sleek, futuristic, and gleaming with a high-tech sheen, each one bore the red-lettered insignia: GB.
"Genesis Biotech!"
"There’s so many of them! Are they going all in?"
"What are they planning?"
"..."
Big G and Lil’ B stared up, their savage eyes filled with unease.
Ethan stood alone, unmoving, as the swarm of aircraft ca to a halt in the air before him, hovering like a constellation of stars.
One of the ships opened its hatch with a hiss—and a figure leapt out.
He dropped from a height of over 700 feet, landing with one hand braced against the ground, steady as a rock.
BOOM!
The earth cracked beneath him, dust and debris exploding outward.
The young man slowly raised his head, revealing a strikingly handso face—sharp nose, piercing sapphire-blue eyes that glead like gemstones.
But right now, those eyes burned with fury as he locked onto Ethan.
"Finally found you."
"You got here fast..." Ethan muttered under his breath. The man standing before him wasn’t human—he was LORN, a being who once called himself one of the Starborn Celestials.
And he was here for revenge.
"My true form has descended. So tell —how do you plan to deal with now?"
"You’d better step aside," Ethan said coldly. "Don’t get in my way."
Behind him, the Zombie Horde snarled and growled, their eyes glowing with nace, radiating pure bloodlust.
But LORN didn’t flinch. "Hmph! Looks to like you’re scared to face . Trying to run?"
Ethan didn’t have ti for this. His mind was still on Mount Elbert.
ROOOAAAR—
The horde behind him let out a deafening roar. The signal had been given. They surged forward like a tidal wave, bloodthirsty and wild, ready to tear LORN apart.
But LORN stood his ground, unfazed. He was far too powerful—low-tier zombies couldn’t even scratch him.
A blue aura pulsed around him, radiating an intense, bone-chilling cold. The already freezing night dropped to absolute zero in an instant.
"Frostbound Expanse," he whispered.
A pale blue light spread from beneath his feet, racing across the ground. Everything it touched froze solid—ti itself seed to stop.
Zombies that ca into contact with it froze mid-charge, locked in place like statues. Thick layers of ice ford over them in seconds, turning them into eerily lifelike sculptures.
But they were fragile. One toppled over—and shattered on impact, exploding into shards of ice that scattered across the snow.
LORN had revealed his true power. He was a top-tier ice-type Awakener, known by his title: Winter Sovereign.
With a single move, he wiped out thousands of zombies. The entire battlefield beca a frozen dead zone—nothing could get close.
Standing in the heart of his Absolute Frost Domain, LORN looked like a god of winter, commanding the storm, radiating overwhelming power.
But then—another force surged in.
Stronger. Heavier. Crushing.
It swept across the field like a tidal wave, shattering the hardened ice with explosive force.
Ethan stepped through the storm, his body wrapped in the power of the Domain of the Dead. He raised his arm, muscles coiled, and threw a punch straight at LORN.
"Move."
LORN didn’t back down. Frost gathered at his fist, and he swung to et Ethan head-on.
BOOOOOOM!
Their fists collided like colliding cots, unleashing a thunderous shockwave that tore through the air.
The sky scread. The earth split open. The world around them cracked and crumbled like it was being torn apart by a natural disaster.
"Charge!!"
Big G and Lil’ B roared as they led the Zombie Horde forward, surging past Ethan in a wave of snarling, undead fury.
At the sa ti, the hovering aircraft above began opening their hatches one after another. From each one, sleek, silver-toned cyborgs dropped down like thunderbolts.
Their heavy, tallic bodies slamd into the ground with bone-rattling force.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The earth trembled with every impact.
The cyborgs landed right in the middle of the Zombie Horde and imdiately launched into brutal combat. They felt no fear, no pain—just cold, calculated violence. They were pure war machines.
Among them were the Division Chiefs of Genesis Biotech—elite units with terrifying power.
anwhile, Ethan and LORN had just clashed fists, and the result was a deadlock. Neither had gained the upper hand. Ethan had to admit—this alien wasn’t just talk. He was the real deal.
"Die!" LORN snarled.
With a flick of his wrist, a long, razor-sharp ice spike extended from his palm, aid straight at Ethan’s forehead. The air around it turned frigid, the kind of cold that made your spine crawl.
Ethan reacted instantly. With a sweep of his hand, a pitch-black katana materialized in his grip. He raised it just in ti to block the strike.
CLANG!
The blade t the ice spike with a tallic screech. But the cold didn’t stop—it crept along the katana’s edge like a living thing, trying to freeze it solid.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed. He channeled energy into the weapon, and the crimson crystal core embedded in the hilt flared to life. Flas erupted along the blade, roaring to life.
Ice and fire—two forces in total opposition—collided in a violent burst.
The air around them cracked and snapped, the shockwaves rippling outward like a bomb had gone off.
"Damn, he’s strong..."
"Yeah, anyone who can go toe-to-toe with the boss has to be a monster."
"But wait, wasn’t the boss heading to Mount Elbert? Is that off the table now?"
"..."
Big G, Lil’ B, and the other zombies muttered among themselves, watching the battle unfold.
Ethan, though, was already losing interest. He wasn’t here to waste ti. With a sudden burst of strength, he shoved the ice spike aside and leapt back, vanishing in a blur.
"Trying to run?" LORN’s eyes narrowed.
But he wasn’t worried. With the power of his Absolute Frost Domain, tracking Ethan wouldn’t be hard.
"Frost Spikes!"
Blue light surged from beneath LORN’s feet, spreading across the battlefield. Massive ice spikes erupted from the ground—each one over twenty feet tall—rising in chaotic, crisscrossing patterns.
From a distance, it looked like a frozen river had co to life, jagged and deadly.
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He swung his katana in a wide arc, flas trailing behind the blade like a serpent. The fiery wave fanned out, incinerating everything in its path. The ice spikes shattered instantly, exploding into shards and clearing a path.
But the attack also forced Ethan out of stealth—his figure flickered back into view.
LORN stood atop one of the towering ice pillars, slowly rising above the battlefield. He looked down at Ethan with a smirk.
"Looks like you’re really trying to run."
"I’ve got other things to do," Ethan said flatly. "No ti to waste on you."
"Oh?" LORN’s eyes glead. "Then how about this—you hand over the spatial key, and maybe I’ll let you walk away."
"Sure," Ethan replied without hesitation, nodding calmly.
LORN blinked, surprised by how quickly he agreed.
Ethan flipped his hand, and a glowing stone tablet appeared in his palm—the Star Map. Three pieces had already been joined together, and six Radiant Crystals were embedded in it, pulsing with a brilliant, dreamlike light that shimred like a living aurora.
It was beautiful. Otherworldly.
And incredibly dangerous.
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