My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 596

Despite the complexity of his strategy, the intervals between his strikes were surprisingly short, proving that he wasn’t just a math genius—he was a master of applying his skills in battle.

He wasn’t wasting a single shot, nor any of his spiritual energy.

Calm and calculated, his movements were smooth and precise, almost as if he were casually throwing a baseball or playing with a water balloon.

Meanwhile, Rose was equally relentless. She conjured hundreds of Ice Crystal needles, each as thick as an adult finger and five to six inches long.

The crystals were so hard that they became one-shot kills, piercing through the zombies like bullets from a machine gun.

Rose’s practiced precision ensured she rarely missed her targets, each strike lethal. With the two of them working seamlessly in tandem, their coordinated efforts successfully contained the wave of incoming zombies.

Vulture on the Northern wall channeled all his sorrow and pain over losing his brother into the fight.

Each earth spike he conjured and hurled at the zombies below carried the weight of his grief, but it still didn’t feel like enough for him.

After a moment, he picked up his massive hammer and enveloped himself in an impenetrable suit of earth armor.

From head to toe, he was encased, with only small openings for his eyes, nose, and ears.

The rest of him was completely covered, making him resemble a walking mound of earth—an imposing, living earth golem ready to unleash his fury.

"Vulture!!!"

"Come back up here!"

Bald Eagle was taken aback as he watched Vulture leap from the wall directly into the midst of the zombie horde.

With his massive hammer raised high above his head, Vulture arched his body to maximize the momentum of his descent.

When he landed, he brought the hammer crashing down with devastating force, obliterating the zombie beneath him.

The impact was so powerful that it not only crushed the zombie’s head but also created a massive crater in the ground, sending shockwaves through the surrounding area.

"Argh!" Vulture roared at the top of his lungs, unleashing all his pent-up frustration, anger, sorrow, and melancholy in a guttural cry.

With unrelenting fury, he swung his massive hammer to his right, smashing a zombie into oblivion.

Then, with a swift movement, he conjured three sharp, seven-inch-long earth spikes on his armored fist, resembling the claws of a predator.

He turned to his left and drove his spiked fist through the skull of another zombie, the force of his punch piercing it cleanly.

Without pausing, Vulture swung his hammer in a powerful diagonal arc, obliterating several more zombies in one strike, his movements wild and ferocious, as if consumed by a berserker’s rage.

But Bald Eagle quickly realized Vulture wasn’t done—not by a long shot.

With a primal roar, Vulture charged forward like an enraged bull, smashing zombies directly in his path with his hammer while ramming others aside with the sheer weight of his earth-armored frame.

Bald Eagle’s jaw dropped in disbelief as he watched Vulture unleash unrestrained fury, going berserk on the battlefield.

While Bald Eagle was familiar with Vulture’s tendency to be easily provoked and lose his temper, he’d never seen him like this—completely untethered, fighting with reckless abandon.

Fortunately, the northern wall wasn’t as densely packed with zombies as the western side, where the undead were surging in a chaotic stampede.

This gave Vulture some breathing room to maneuver, allowing him to move freely as he wreaked havoc amidst the horde.

The warriors and soldiers atop the wall could only watch in a mix of awe and panic as they frantically provided cover fire to support Vulture.

Their hearts felt like they were hanging by a thread, tension rising with every swing of his hammer.

Vulture’s lips tightened for a moment before he managed a faint whisper, "Thank you, brother." _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}