I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 71 – Queen or Death

"Be our queen... or be destroyed."

That sentence slipped once again from the lips of Fayzehl, the deranged scientist. His hollow eyes betrayed no emotion—like cracked glass, reflecting no life. His voice was flat, heavy, as if playing from a broken record stuck repeating the same threat.

I stared at him lazily, one hand resting on my hip, head tilted slightly. "Heh... Obviously not," I said with a cold grin. "Why would I submit myself to your king, who doesn’t even dare to show himself? If you want to destroy me... go ahead and try."

His gaze darkened. No warning. No pleasantries. Just one sentence:

"Then don’t blame me."

At once, the fog in the room surged. Sickening footsteps echoed from every direction. From the metallic and rotten-smelling mist, his creations emerged—abominations that defied natural law.

Some had three heads, each with uneven, blunt teeth and mouths that oozed acidic slime. Others were hybrid monstrosities of man and mutated beasts—zombies with human torsos and spider legs, crawling up walls with unnatural motion.

But to me? They were nothing.

I stepped forward—light but lethal. My claws sliced through the air, leaving behind black trails like death ink. My Abyss Chain hissed violently, whipping through the air and snapping around one creature’s neck, tearing it in half before its blood could hit the ground.

Their screeches pierced the air—but I remained calm. Elegant. As if dancing on stage in a choreographed performance—this was a death symphony I’d composed over countless battles.

One minute. Just one minute was all I needed to reduce the entire army to piles of steaming flesh and organs.

I stood in the middle of a blood pool, looking at Fayzehl with an empty expression.

"Weak," I said flatly, but every syllable carried a weight of contempt too sharp to ignore.

Fayzehl’s brow furrowed. His fists clenched beneath his filthy robes."You... still dare to mock me?" he muttered, voice quaking with barely contained rage.

And finally, he screamed,

"Come out!!"

Two new figures emerged from the dark fog. Each step they took made the ground quake. But these... were different. Not ordinary zombies. Not mere experiments—these were high-tier mutations, fusions of elite zombies.

The first: a fusion between a Tyrant and a Tank. A nearly four-meter-tall behemoth with muscles like reinforced steel and a right arm fused into a giant bone hammer. Its face was covered by a spiked metal helmet fused with its skin—masking expression, but not brute force.

The second: a fusion of Witch and Hunter. A lean frame, covered in constantly bleeding open wounds. Its claws throbbed, almost pulsing like a second heartbeat. Its eyes—two glowing red dots—burned with madness and hunger for living flesh.

"Kill her," Fayzehl whispered.

And they charged.

This fight was more challenging. They were fast, strong, and moved with honed instincts from many battles. But they relied on instinct. I was beyond that. I was the apex predator.

I leaped onto a crumbled pillar, swung my chain to misdirect. One enemy took the bait—and in a blink, I was behind him. The Abyss Chain morphed into a spear, impaling its knee and pinning it, then I slammed my foot into its helmeted face with a satisfying crack.

The second leapt at me from behind, but I was ready. I summoned my Death Aura, summoning shadow spikes from the ground, impaling its vital points. It roared, thrashing uncontrollably, but I spun my chain—forming dagger formations that pierced its heart from every direction.

Three minutes. That’s how long it took to turn them into useless corpses at my feet.

I stood atop their bodies, gazing at Fayzehl with a slight, mocking smile.

"This is it? These are the Zombie King’s lieutenants? Hah... They’re all the same. Cowards—hiding behind constructs, dead armies, and hollow threats."

Fayzehl’s teeth clenched. His voice trembled with hate as he muttered,

"How dare you... insult our king!"

But I didn’t let him speak further.

The Abyss Chain danced in the air, then shot like a spear of death—piercing through his temple and bursting out the back of his skull.

CRACK!

His body fell. Twitching. Bleeding. No longer speaking.

I walked slowly toward him, his body convulsing like a puppet with cut strings. I whispered into his nearly torn ear,

"The only ruler... is me."

And that was the end of Fayzehl.

For a moment, only silence remained. Black blood pooled on the ground, corpses strewn about, the air thick with the scent of metal, decay, and ozone death. The fog began to fade, along with the last traces of life from this place.

But I wasn’t done.

I turned and walked away, letting Fayzehl’s body rot with his ambition.

As I neared the base, my pace quickened the moment I felt a familiar aura in the distance.

Celestine.

I found her standing in the middle of a battlefield teeming with zombies—lightly wounded, breathing heavily, but eyes focused.

"Took you long enough," she said without turning, her hand creating a spatial distortion that swallowed two zombies into a dimensional vortex.

"I was busy dealing with a mad zombie scientist," I replied casually, leaping to her side as my Abyss Chain swept through a scorpion-headed zombie in front of us.

We fought side by side. She with her deadly spatial arts, me with claws, chains, and death aura spreading like a black fog. One by one, the remaining zombies fell.

Blood, screams, and energy sparks filled the air. But we remained untouched.

And within five minutes, only two figures stood in the middle of the destruction.

Her and me—because everyone else had been ordered to retreat by her.

Me and Celes walked slowly back to the base, now a little battered.The thick fog gradually began to recede, as if cowed by the scent of death that filled the air.

Each step I took sent ripples through the pools of blood beneath my feet. Occasionally, small splashes stained the hem of my black gown—torn at the edges by claws, by explosions, by war. But it didn’t bother me. The dress would repair itself, as it always did.

"All done?" Celestine’s voice sounded light, though she was breathless with exhaustion. Her eyes swept across the remnants of the battlefield, sharp and watchful.

I merely nodded. "There’s no one left."

She stepped closer, her silver hair fluttering softly in the night breeze. "You look satisfied."

"Not satisfied," I replied, winding the Abyssal Chain back around my arm. "Just... making sure they understand I’m not a pawn they can buy with threats."

Celestine gave a small smile and nodded slowly. "They should’ve known from the start—a Queen doesn’t bow to threats. Threats bow to the Queen."

I chuckled softly. "You could carve that on Fayzehl’s tombstone."

We walked side by side, leaving the field of death behind us. The stars began to appear as the fog truly vanished, emerging one by one in the cold, silent night sky. The night wind brushed past us gently, carrying the scent of iron, dust... and victory.