End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 265

A middle–aged woman rolled up her sleeves and glanced to the side with meaning.

Finished

Muscles bulged along her arms. She looked strong and steady. “At the very least, we’re on the same side right now,” she said. “So some people better not pull those little schemes of yours. Don’t do anything that hurts others and yourself.”

BANG!!!

The moment she finished speaking, a loud crash shook the air.

Crack, crack!

A giant zombie swung a fist as big as a human head and smashed it hard against the barrier!

Cracks spread out like a spiderweb. One more hit, and it would shatter.

Veins stood out on Domingo’s neck. “Everyone, get ready to fight!!”

Boom!!!

It felt like the world itself broke apart. The pale blue barrier finally gave way, exploding into countless sharp shards that shot in every direction.

‘Up!”

Robin gave a low command and snapped her hand upward.

The scattered ice shards suddenly changed direction in midair. They turned sharply and shot straight into the zombie horde!

That level of her control over elemental power stunned everyone.

But no one had time to react.

The battle had already begun.

Strength–type ability users jumped down from the wall and charged straight into the swarm.

Elemental ability users stayed behind and attacked from a distance. As time passed, more people got hurt. More ran out of strength.

Luckily, there was a healer in the base–a girl, maybe seventeen or eighteen.

She kneeled on the ground. A soft green light glowed in her hands as she treated the wounded.

But there were too many injured.

Sweat poured down her face. She was at her limit. She kept pushing herself, burning through the last of her energy. Her hands still worked, but her eyes were starting to lose focus.

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Chapter 265 Hold the Line or Break

After setting up the barrier, Robin and her group had not made another move.

She simply watched everyone, calm and quiet, as if thinking about something.

“Robin,” Ella asked, a little worried, “are we really just going to watch?”

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“Of course not,” Dylan said with a faint smile. “This base is in the middle of nowhere. Not many people, and barely any zombies around. That’s why they have no idea how strong they really are. They think they’re amazing.

“And they’ve never been tested. With Domingo protecting them, they live a sheltered life. If we don’t give them a hard lesson, there’s no point in taking them in.”

Henry turned his head around and fired, “No one asked for your opinion. Look at you, acting all smart.”

“Henry,” Erin said with a small smile, “that’s exactly what Aunt Robin is thinking.”

Henry snorted and went quiet.

Robin glanced at Dylan.

Sometimes, someone being too smart wasn’t a good thing. It felt like he could see through everything.

Dylan wasn’t wrong. The people here weren’t powerful. But after everything David had drilled into their heads, they all thought they were the best in the world.

Even those who had always stayed loyal to Domingo–who could say they had never thought that deep down?

50 people against nearly 800 zombies.

It was almost unthinkable.

But this time, Robin had one rule. She would not step in until the very last moment.

They needed to be knocked down a notch. They needed to understand just how cruel this world really was.

Pressure brings results. They had lived too comfortably here for too long. Maybe their true limits had never been pushed.

And if any of them had real talent, this might be their chance to break through.

“Lizzie! Lizzie, what’s wrong?!”

A panicked voice suddenly rang out nearby.

It was the healer. She had finally reached her limit and collapsed.

Lizzie Bishop’s face was pale as paper. Sweat soaked her body. Her strength and mental energy had both been pushed to the edge.

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