[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apocalypse-king-of-zombies":3,"chapter-apocalypse-king-of-zombies-apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-638":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Apocalypse: King of Zombies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},696856,930,"Chapter 638: Urgent news","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-638",638,"\u003Cp>Chapter 638: Urgent news\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderclaw didn’t even know what hit him. One second he was standing tall, crackling with electric fury—and the next, something clamped around his neck like a steel vice. He couldn’t breathe. His vision blurred. That massive hand had him in a death grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wild, volatile lightning energy—usually enough to fry a tank—was completely useless against the man’s overwhelming physical power. It fizzled out like a dying sparkler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the black cloak gave the slightest twist of his fingers, and Thunderclaw’s neck snapped like a twig. The thunder that had once roared through the apocalypse vanished in an instant. His pupils dilated, then went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body hit the ground like trash being tossed aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man didn’t even pause. He kept walking toward the shelter, his steps steady, unstoppable—like death itself on the move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people watching were frozen in horror. Their eyes wide, their faces pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderclaw… was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, he’d been full of swagger, lightning dancing around him like a god of war. And now? Snuffed out like a candle. Effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s too strong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he… another Zombie King?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way… could it be…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name—terrifying, legendary—was on the tip of everyone’s tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, as if summoned by that fear, it began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several powerful Zombie Kings—mutated, monstrous, and feared in their own right—started converging on the scene. But instead of attacking, they bowed their heads low in deference, their arrogance gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad,” one of them said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man gave a slight nod, his voice low and gravelly. “There’s been a shift in the northern horde. We need to wipe out the humans here. Fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zombie Kings responded immediately, though unease flickered in their eyes. The north? What the hell happened up there that made their adoptive father step in personally?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them dared ask. None of them even dared breathe too loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the shelter, chaos erupted. Survivors were glued to the surveillance monitors, watching in disbelief as the man—an unstoppable force—strode toward the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Crimson Count! That’s him! It’s really him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my God… we’re screwed. He’s coming in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do now?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic spread like wildfire. People ran in circles, shouting, crying, trying to find a way out. But there was no escape. Fear had already taken hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Count—the top-ranked SSS-class Zombie King in the archives, the stuff of nightmares—was here. And he’d just wiped out an entire Last Light squad like they were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could stop him. No one even dared try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was almost at the entrance now. The survivors were desperate, terrified, helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice rang out behind him—cool, sharp, and female.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Count turned slowly. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto the figure approaching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slim, poised, katana in hand. She walked over the corpses without hesitation, her blade dragging along the ground with a metallic scrape. Sparks danced at her feet, arcs of electricity crackling louder with every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still got someone with a death wish, huh…” the Crimson Count muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia’s expression was ice-cold. Her grip on the katana tightened. The air around her shimmered with rising voltage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, she shot forward like a bolt of lightning, her blade slicing through the air in a blazing arc. The katana lit up like a torch, tearing through the darkness, the very air screaming in its wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Count didn’t flinch. He clenched his fist and met the strike head-on, his raw strength crashing against her blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath them shattered. The shockwave blasted outward, sending debris flying in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning on Mia’s blade flickered—then dimmed. Her sword trembled violently in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vrrrrrrrnnnn—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A high-pitched metallic screech tore through the air, sharp enough to make eardrums ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia felt like she’d been hit by a freight train. Her body was flung backward uncontrollably, and in a desperate move, she jammed her Stellar Fang katana into the ground to slow herself down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew. The blade carved a deep trench in the earth as she skidded back—hundreds of feet—crashing through a swarm of zombies like bowling pins. She didn’t stop until she hit the edge of a cliff, teetering just inches from the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more step, and she’d be swallowed by the darkness below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough! Cough-cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doubled over, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, staining her chin crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mia!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mia, hang on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris and the others shouted from the shelter, their eyes wide with panic. Fear twisted in their guts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Count was a monster. A single punch had sent her flying and coughing up blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Still alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Count raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. It wasn’t often a human Awakener could take a direct hit from him and still be breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he noticed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The numbers on Mia’s wristband were climbing—fast. 71%. Her cells were surging with energy, her body wrapped in a faint mist of blood vapor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her eyes—those sharp, determined eyes—were practically glowing with adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not even close to beating me,” she growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, she vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her speed shattered the limits of human perception. One moment she was at the cliff’s edge, the next—right in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her Stellar Fang katana flared with lightning, transforming into a roaring thunder dragon as she slashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Count’s eyes narrowed. For the first time, he looked genuinely impressed. He twisted his body, narrowly dodging the brunt of the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not fast enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhhhk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clean tear split the back of his black-and-red cloak. The mountain wind howled through the rip, making it flap violently behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced down at the damage, his expression unreadable—but clearly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the shelter, the survivors erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hell yeah! That’s Mia for you! She actually landed a hit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s the Light of Humanity for a reason!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She can do it! She can take down that SSS-class freak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go, Mia!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope surged through the crowd like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Count stood still for a moment, then slowly turned to face her again. This time, he looked at her with real interest, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impressive. Didn’t expect to find someone like you here… If I’d known there was a fighter of your caliber in America, I would’ve come sooner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d have died sooner, too,” Mia shot back, cold as ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two stood facing each other, tension crackling in the air like a live wire. One human. One zombie. Both at the peak of their kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Light of Humanity versus the top-ranked SSS-class Zombie King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle that would decide everything was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, far to the north, snow blanketed the land in white silence. The wind howled through frozen cities, icicles hanging like daggers from every building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ground told a different story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was soaked in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses littered the streets, stacked in grotesque piles. Some places looked like slaughterhouses, others like mass graves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big G and Lil’ B stood tall among the carnage, their hulking frames splattered with gore. Behind them, a legion of zombies stood at attention, the air thick with the stench of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, it’s done,” Big G said, wiping blood from his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan gave a small nod. Not long ago, they’d been ambushed by a massive wave of mutated zombies—some from the Vampire Race, others twisted zombie beasts infected beyond recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a hundred thousand monsters had charged toward The Frozen City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under Ethan’s command, they’d crushed them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The northern border was secure—for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a red-eyed crow swooped down from the pitch-black sky, its wings slicing through the icy wind like blades. It landed on a frozen power line, talons clicking against the ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Urgent news… urgent news…” it squawked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?” Ethan asked, turning his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Crimson Count… he’s appeared at Mount Elbert,” the crow—Buddy—croaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big G and Lil’ B both flinched at the name. Their necks instinctively shrank into their shoulders. The Vampire Race had once ruled them with terror. The Crimson Count was a nightmare they’d never truly escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan stared into the distance, his eyes reflecting the darkness of the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go,” he said quietly. “It’s time to head back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>",1406,"2026-06-02T09:29:24.861Z",1,"novelbin.me","49377c2fd98049f62b6296e8ee990aa7cd432231d166e8d37acd0e856fee5ca5","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-639","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-637",1329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapocalypse-king-of-zombies-cover.jpg"]