Apocalypse: King of Zombies-Chapter 435: He’s biting my ear!

Chapter 435: He’s biting my ear!

PhD’s power had now reached S-Class. His eyes were crystal clear, completely devoid of the usual feral rage seen in zombies. In fact, he looked almost human—eerily similar to Ethan.

His mental strength surged like a tidal wave, transforming into invisible steel spikes that pierced through the consciousness of nearby zombies.

The elite undead around him let out agonized howls as they collapsed one after another.

The black mist, which had just begun to thin, now surged back with renewed force, like some ancient abyssal beast returning from the depths.

Nightbane watched the battlefield, his frown deepening. Things were clearly taking a turn for the worse.

In terms of raw power, they were no match for the Los Angeles hive.

Still, he didn’t panic. He had an ace up his sleeve—his strongest unit hadn’t even entered the fight yet.

But then, from deep within the black mist, a low voice echoed out, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

“Vine Surge!”

A strange pulse of energy rippled outward. The mist rustled, and something inside began to squirm. freeweɓnovel.cøm

“What… what the hell is that?”

“No idea…”

The San Diego zombies stared, confused and wary. Then, out of the mist, countless vines shot forth like serpents.

They grew at a terrifying speed, thickening and multiplying, blanketing the battlefield. The vines wrapped around zombies, snapping necks or plunging straight into flesh, draining them dry in seconds.

“Fall back! Get out of there!”

Panic erupted. The zombies scattered like prey fleeing a predator.

It was Sprout.

One of Ethan’s top enforcers, a Zombie King who had awakened his Absolute Domain. With just one move, he wiped out thousands of enemy zombies.

“Damn… that’s insane,” Nightbane muttered, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Sure, their numbers were about even. On paper, it should’ve been a fair fight.

But the other side had way too many Zombie Kings—and every single one of them was a powerhouse. Some had even awakened their Absolute Domains…

“How the hell does he have so many Zombie Kings?”

…

As more and more Zombie Kings joined the fray, unleashing their devastating powers, the battle escalated fast—heading straight into a full-blown bloodbath.

Mist, the rookie of the first wave, had done surprisingly well. His black mist was more effective than anyone expected.

“See that? When it comes down to the real fight, it’s the Overlord Squad that makes the difference. We’re the game-changers,” Big Ears said smugly.

“Totally!” Shrimpy nodded enthusiastically. “We’ve only had one guy step in, and the other side’s already falling apart. Imagine if we all jumped in—game over.”

“Yeah, but honestly, there aren’t many opponents left in the world worth my time,” Big Ears said with a cocky grin.

But even as he spoke, his eyes locked onto something in the distance—something in the enemy horde. A Zombie King with a massive, round head, his body charred black, fighting with everything he had.

“There he is…”

“Huh? Where?” Shrimpy and Locomotive scanned the battlefield.

Big Ears raised a hand and pointed. His target: Bighead from San Diego.

“Boys! Let’s take him down!”

“Hell yeah!” Shrimpy shouted, instantly recognizing their long-time rival.

Time to settle this once and for all.

They charged.

“Wrist-Lock Smash!”

As they closed in, Big Ears leapt into the air and launched a brutal jumping punch straight at Bighead.

Already exhausted and on the back foot, Bighead barely had time to react. He heard the wind whistle—then saw the fist coming straight at him.

BAM!

The punch landed with a sickening thud. Bighead’s head snapped back violently. Off-balance and top-heavy, he stumbled backward, nearly collapsing.

Thick, black blood trickled from his nostrils.

Bighead squinted through the chaos—and sure enough, it was his sworn enemy: Big Ears.

“You sneak-attacked me?! No honor, no rules—and you went straight for my head! I swear, I’m gonna kill you today!”

“Hmph! I’m gonna smash that oversized melon of yours into mush!” Shrimpy and Locomotive lunged at him from both sides.

“Son of a—!” Bighead cursed under his breath, but before he could react, the three zombies tackled him to the ground.

Shrimpy pinned his legs, Locomotive clamped a hand around his throat, and Big Ears went straight for his head—same dirty tactic he’d used on Wreckhead before.

Bighead groaned in frustration. “Not only are you bastards dishonorable, you’re ganging up on me too?!”

“That’s what happens when you mess with the Overlord Squad!” Big Ears growled, twisting Bighead’s neck with both hands.

But Bighead wasn’t going down without a fight. He thrashed and shouted, “Chompers! Get your ass over here!”

“Huh?” Big Ears paused, frowning. “Who the hell is Chompers?”

He didn’t have to wonder long.

From the thick of the Zombie Horde, a new figure burst forth—a Zombie King with two massive front teeth jutting out like white bricks. Ugly as hell, but fast and furious.

“You dare mess with my bro? You’re dead meat!”

Before Big Ears could react, Chompers slammed into him like a freight train, knocking him flat. Then, with a snarl, he opened his mouth wide and sank those signature chompers right into Big Ears’ ear.

“AAAGH—shit! He’s biting my ear! He’s biting my damn ear!” Big Ears howled in pain, thrashing wildly.

Bighead, still pinned but grinning ear to ear, shouted, “Yeah! Get him, Chompers! They’re the ones who kept punching me in the head!”

“You got it!” Chompers mumbled through a mouthful of ear, refusing to let go no matter how much Big Ears struggled.

“Hang on, Big Ears—I’m coming!” Shrimpy yelled, abandoning Bighead. He grabbed a chunk of granite from the ground and hurled it at Chompers’ face.

CRACK!

The rock smashed into Chompers’ jaw, shattering into pieces. Chompers let out a muffled grunt of pain and instinctively released his bite.

He and Big Ears rolled apart, finally separated.

“You okay, Chompers?” Bighead asked, scrambling to his feet.

Chompers winced, rubbing his jaw. “I think… I think I lost a tooth.”

Bighead blinked. “…Seriously?”

Meanwhile, Big Ears was clutching his ear, blood trickling down the side of his face.

Locomotive leaned in, concerned. “Lemme see—did he bite it off?”

“I don’t think so,” Big Ears muttered, pulling his hand away.

Two deep, bloody bite marks were embedded in the cartilage, oozing dark blood.

“Big Ears, you’re hurt!” Shrimpy said, worried.

But Big Ears just grinned through the pain. “This isn’t an injury—it’s a badge of honor! Let’s finish these bastards!”

…

The clash between the two great zombie hives had reached a fever pitch. The battlefield was a wasteland of corpses, the ground soaked in black, reeking blood.

All around, the undead tore into each other, snarling and shrieking in a frenzy of violence.

High above, a swarm of drones buzzed through the sky, flying in from the distance. Each one bore the letters “GB”—Genesis Biotech.

The sheer scale of the battle between the Los Angeles and San Diego hordes was unprecedented. It had already drawn the attention of human factions.

Inside a sleek office, Nathan lounged in his chair, legs kicked up on the desk, watching the drone feed projected in front of him.

“Damn… they’re really going at it.”

“Well, they are the two strongest zombie hives in the country,” his secretary replied, eyes fixed on the screen. “Whoever wins this fight could easily be called the most powerful in America.”

Nathan let out a low whistle. He hadn’t expected something this terrifying to rise up right in his own backyard.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill.

He was witnessing the birth of a new apex predator… and he had a front-row seat.

…