[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apocalypse-king-of-zombies":3,"chapter-apocalypse-king-of-zombies-apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-775":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},697093,930,"Chapter 775: Now that’s more like it…","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-775",775,"\u003Cp>Chapter 775: Now that’s more like it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tharen didn’t stop. He didn’t look back. He didn’t even hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he wanted was to get back—to the human continent, to safety, to civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never noticed the shadow streaking toward him from the front, fast as a phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shlick—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, Laura appeared right in front of him—so close he could see the reflection of his own stunned face in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her razor-sharp claw blade had already pierced his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tharen’s body went rigid. His eyes locked onto Laura’s face, wide with shock. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinct kicked in. He grabbed her mechanical arm, trying to push her away with what little strength he had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His remaining ice-type power surged, frost forming along her arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laura’s claw was just a hair’s breadth from his heart. One more inch, and it would be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at him—this dying human clinging to life—and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sweet, innocent smile. The kind a girl next door might give you on a sunny afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the crystal core embedded in her mechanical arm lit up, energy pulsing white-hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening blast echoed across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tharen’s chest exploded open, a gaping hole the size of a dinner plate blown clean through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down slowly, as if trying to understand what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He staggered back two steps, then collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes remained wide open, staring up at the sky, filled with despair and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another human powerhouse had fallen—another warrior lost to the cursed land of Necroterra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tharen…” Howard’s voice cracked as he watched his comrade fall. His eyes widened in disbelief, his breath caught in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like something inside him had been torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like his heart was bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We lose the will to fight, we die. That’s the truth,” Gareth said beside him, his voice low but firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was talking about Tharen—but also reminding Howard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard clenched his fists, forcing the grief down, locking it away. He took a deep breath, eyes sharpening as he scanned the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight wasn’t over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bloodveil watched it all unfold, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the very start, he’d been on the back foot—outnumbered, outmatched, constantly under pressure from the humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the tide had turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With himself, the Two-Headed Zombie King, and Laura—three Voidborn Undying on the field—the balance had shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humans only had two left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally… the roles are reversed,” Bloodveil muttered, his voice low and venomous. “Now you’ll understand what real cruelty feels like.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was thick with killing intent. The Zombie Kings radiated bloodlust, while the remaining humans stood their ground, eyes burning with resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final battle was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, a massive energy surge erupted from another part of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stone shattered. The ground split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure crashed down from the sky, slamming into the earth with bone-jarring force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the dust could even settle, that figure turned into a bolt of lightning and shot away at high speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, Ethan descended like a meteor, landing where the figure had just been. The force of his arrival, amplified by the terrifying power of the Domain of the Dead, was like a star falling from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shook violently. The entire area was reduced to rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harren barely escaped in time—one second slower, and he would’ve been crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This Zombie King… he’s this strong?” Harren muttered, his brow furrowed, chest heaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was exhausted. The fight had drained him. And yet, he hadn’t gained the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what truly unsettled him was the question burning in his mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was a Zombie King this powerful in Southvale?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts drifted back to thirty years ago—to the war against the Zombie Kings of Heartland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, only a handful of them had this kind of overwhelming presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan didn’t press the attack. He simply stood there, calm and composed, his gaze drifting toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You see it now, don’t you?” he said, voice low but clear. “You’ve already lost two SSS-ranked powerhouses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harren clenched his jaw, his heart twisting with grief. Serah and Tharen’s deaths still weighed heavily on him—but more than that, he knew Ethan was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide was turning. And not in their favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan continued, his tone almost casual. “Won’t be long before the other two fall, too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harren said nothing, but the silence spoke volumes. That was exactly what he feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howard and Gareth—no matter how strong—weren’t enough to take on three Voidborn Undying. It was only a matter of time before they were overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time’s running out…” Harren muttered under his breath. He knew Ethan was trying to mess with his head, to shake his focus—but it didn’t matter. The urgency was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ethan… he was still holding back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harren had studied the footage from the Battle of the Skywall countless times. He knew Ethan possessed the Blood Rite—an ability that could amplify his power to terrifying levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This whole time, Harren had been trying to force him to use it. Only by pushing Ethan to reveal all his cards could they hope to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even now, Ethan hadn’t tapped into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a problem. A big one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harren’s eyes flicked toward Howard and Gareth, still locked in brutal combat with the other Zombie Kings. They were giving it everything they had—but it wouldn’t be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t afford to wait any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly, steadying his breath. Then, without a word, he closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning began to dance across his body—silver arcs slithering like serpents, crackling with barely contained fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his aura… it changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone was the wild, chaotic energy from before. In its place came a deep, focused calm—like the stillness before a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he spoke, voice low and resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me show you… what it really means to be the Thunder Warlord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t look surprised. He’d expected this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Harren still had something left in the tank. After all, no one survived Heartland without a trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the sky roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder rolled across the heavens like the bellow of a furious god. Bolts of lightning tore through the clouds, growing thicker, faster—until they wove together like a web of pure destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the center of it all—was Harren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wrath of the Thunder God!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked like a whip, and the sky answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of lightning bolts rained down, striking the mountains, the ground—everything in their path. Stone turned to ash. Earth split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pillars of lightning surged into Harren’s body, and he became the eye of the storm. Blinding light engulfed him, so intense it washed out all color, turning the battlefield into a sea of white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—his body began to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His once-withered frame swelled with power. Muscles bulged, skin tightened. His thin, graying hair darkened, thickened, until it was jet black and wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the frail old man was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his place stood a warrior in his prime—broad-shouldered, towering, radiating raw power. His eyes burned like twin suns, and his presence was overwhelming, divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a god of war descended to earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps echoed across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look! Is that… is that Harren?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way… I’ve seen the statue in the memorial hall! That’s him! That’s the Thunder Warlord who shook the continent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My god… I never thought I’d live to see this with my own eyes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Howard and Gareth were stunned, their hearts pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s going all in,” Howard said, voice tight with awe. “That’s Harren’s full power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gareth nodded slowly. “Let’s just hope… he can hold it long enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above them, the sky crackled with fury. Lightning danced like wild spirits, the air thick with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blinding light flickered, casting sharp shadows across Ethan’s face. He stood still, watching the figure emerge from the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now that’s more like it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here’s a redemption code for everyone:\u003C\u002Fp>",1390,"2026-06-02T09:29:28.084Z",1,"novelbin.me","197be1b4e681684fa097fc57369f81ab908af9ce609719e660e550dfbe9f6bd1","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-776","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-774",1329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapocalypse-king-of-zombies-cover.jpg"]