Apocalypse: King of Zombies-Chapter 603: Strategically brilliant

Big Ears and his elite zombie squad came charging in like a tidal wave, crashing into the battlefield with brutal force.

The Canadian zombies were already in bad shape—missing limbs, broken legs—and Genesis Biotech’s cyborgs weren’t faring much better. Their numbers had been whittled down to almost nothing.

Ethan’s forces steamrolled through them, wiping out the remaining enemies with ruthless efficiency.

"We’ve been played!"

The Chonk Zombie King realized it too late. It was a setup from the start.

Big Ears and three other zombies lunged at him, slamming him to the ground. Already badly wounded and drained of energy, Chonk had no strength left to fight back.

One zombie wrapped around his waist, another clamped down on his throat, a third twisted his head—each move perfectly coordinated.

"Weren’t you chasing us just a minute ago? What happened, huh?"

"Time to show you what we’re really made of!"

"Let’s end this bastard..."

"..."

Chonk Zombie King screamed in agony, begging for mercy. His already broken body was torn apart by the four zombies. It didn’t take long before his cries faded, his breath grew shallow, and finally—he was dead.

Another Genesis Biotech outpost had been wiped off the map, and a good chunk of the Canadian zombie horde was taken down with it.

But the chaos in Canada was far from over. The real troublemaker? That would be Lil’ Shroom.

She was a master of deception, using her mimic creations to lure Canadian zombies into traps—or even disguising herself as one of them to stir up trouble right under the enemy Zombie Kings’ noses.

Her antics kept the war between Genesis Biotech and the Canadian zombies burning hot, with both sides taking heavy losses.

And the skies weren’t any calmer.

Swarms of drones zipped overhead, scanning the terrain for a Zombie King known as Snowy Owl. But then, from the distance, a black cloud rolled in—tens of thousands of red-eyed crows, shrieking as they dove in like missiles.

Their razor-sharp beaks tore through the drones, ripping them apart mid-air. The battle for air superiority had begun.

In short, Canada was a warzone—chaos everywhere, bloodshed around every corner. The tension was thick, like a storm about to break. All-out war was just one spark away.

Meanwhile, Malcolm of the Vampire Race was fuming.

"What the hell is this? The American Zombie King and Genesis Biotech are going at it, and somehow my guys are the ones getting dragged in as cannon fodder? Those two must be in on it together!"

Lately, it looked like the conflict was just between Ethan and Genesis Biotech, but in reality, the Canadian zombie horde had taken the hardest hit.

Just then, one of Malcolm’s underlings came running up.

"Boss! A message from Lord Crimson Count!"

"Oh?" Malcolm’s expression shifted instantly, turning serious. He held deep respect for the Crimson Count.

"What did my father say?"

"He said it’s time to launch a full-scale assault. This back-and-forth harassment isn’t working. If we want to win, we need to crush them with overwhelming numbers."

Malcolm’s eyes lit up, a dangerous energy radiating from him. His adoptive father was right. While Genesis Biotech and the American zombies were busy tearing at each other, his own forces had lost over a hundred thousand zombies.

"Those bastards... playing dirty! Fine. Let’s settle this once and for all!"

"Hold up!" A calm voice called out from the distance. Sophia stepped forward, her tone cool and confident.

"Did you forget? I used to be a high-ranking officer at Genesis Biotech. When it comes to guerrilla tactics, I’m just as good—if not better—than they are."

"Oh? So you’re saying you’re just as dirty?" Malcolm raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me???"

Sophia shot him a glare, clearly not thrilled with the word "dirty." She preferred "strategically brilliant."

Realizing his slip, Malcolm gave an awkward chuckle and quickly changed the subject. "Alright, then what’s your plan?"

"From what I know about the American zombie nest, the reason they’ve been able to stir up so much trouble between us and Genesis Biotech is because of one Zombie King—Lil’ Shroom. She’s a shapeshifter, incredibly deceptive."

"Ahh..." Malcolm nodded, the pieces falling into place.

No wonder she used to be a top exec at Genesis Biotech—she really knew her stuff when it came to the American zombies.

Sophia continued, her voice cold and sharp: "That Lil’ Shroom... she’s definitely one of the top enforcers under the Zombie King from Los Angeles. If we want to win this war, we need to take her out first—then we launch the final assault."

"Makes sense," Malcolm nodded, clearly on board.

Taking out a major player before the big showdown? That could seriously tip the scales, save them a ton of casualties.

Sophia’s eyes gleamed with a vicious light. She sneered, "If they’ve got the nerve to reach into our territory, then we cut off one of their fingers before they reach any further."

...

Meanwhile, Lil’ Shroom was wandering across a wide, open plain, her eyes darting around mischievously, scanning the area like a kid looking for trouble.

And trouble was exactly what she wanted.

She thrived on chaos, stirring up conflict wherever she went.

It didn’t take long before she spotted a patrol—dozens of Canadian zombies roaming the area, keeping watch over their turf.

Without hesitation, she released a cloud of fungal spores, launching a stealth attack.

The spores drifted through the air like mist, carried by the wind across the field. As soon as they landed on the zombies, they burrowed into their flesh, embedding deep into muscle and tissue.

"GRAAAHH—!"

The zombies screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground as their bodies twisted and convulsed violently.

Then came the tumors—bulbous, red growths erupting across their skin, layer upon layer, until their bodies were covered in grotesque, pulsing masses. It was enough to trigger anyone’s fear of clusters.

The commotion didn’t go unnoticed.

From deep within the zombie nest, a thunderous roar echoed across the plains—a signal that an intruder had been spotted.

Within moments, a swarm of zombies began pouring out, a black tide of bodies surging toward the site of the infection.

Lil’ Shroom didn’t flinch. This was exactly what she wanted.

The red tumors on the ground began to shift and morph, reshaping themselves into perfect replicas of Canadian zombies. They rose slowly, one by one, indistinguishable from the real thing.

At the same time, Lil’ Shroom transformed herself into the image of a mid-level zombie commander—just another face in the crowd.

The real Canadian zombie horde was closing in fast, their bloodlust thick in the air. They were furious, ready to tear apart whatever dared to invade their territory.

"Where’s the intruder?!"

"Let me see who’s got the balls to mess with us!"

"Whoever it is, they’re dead meat!"

Lil’ Shroom blended in seamlessly, and before the moment passed, she jumped in to fan the flames.

"I saw a group of humans sneak in and attack. They ran off that way!"

"Humans?!"

The horde’s fury exploded. The idea that prey would dare to strike first sent them into a frenzy. Driven by rage and hunger, they didn’t stop to question it—they were ready to charge.

"Hold it!"

A sudden shout cut through the chaos, halting the stampede.

A tall, muscular figure stepped forward. His skin was pale, veins bulging across his face, and two sharp fangs gleamed under the light. Clearly, he was one of the Vampire Race—and not just any grunt.

This was Darius, one of Malcolm’s most trusted lieutenants. He held a position of power similar to Gunner, the infamous executioner once under Monroe’s command.

"You might be able to fool the others," Darius growled, eyes narrowing as he scanned the crowd. "But tricking me? That’s not gonna happen."

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