End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457 The Thinking Zombie

Dane agreed to Ella proposition, too.

“Then, I’ll leave it to you.”

Robin

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waste time being modest. The Level 6 zombies were formidable, but the real threat was the mbie controlling everything from the shadows.

puppet master, these were just three strong but mindless beasts.

evolved zombie was doing the thinking, the three Level 6s effectively had a brain–raw power with cunning. That was the lethal combination.

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intelligent zombie had to be found and killed. The moment it fell, the remaining two Level 6s lose at least a third of their effectiveness.

und it yet?”

Robin landed on the wall beside Pal.

Pal had been working the entire time, eyes closed, mental strength stretched to its limit, hunting for the intelligent zombie’s position.

“Almost. I’m narrowing it down to a precise location.”

Pal was drenched in sweat.

The intelligent zombie was cunning. It had been constantly shifting position, making it extraordinarily difficult to pin down in the chaos of a battlefield this size.

“Got it!”

His eyes snapped open. His finger shot out, pointing. “There!”

Robin followed his finger. He was pointing at a cluster of half–collapsed buildings on the outskirts of the industrial zone–a wasteland of crumbling walls and shattered concrete.

“In five secon

Pal’s wo

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“Go

streak of light, and she shot toward the coordinates.

Langston and his people staring in slack–jawed awe.

do’d a Level 6 zombie.”

finate swallowed hard, unable to process what he’d just witnessed.

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Chapter 457 The Thinking Zombie

“Technically, it wasn’t entirely solo.”

Langston corrected him. The final blow–the one that shattered the ice–that was Ella.”

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That slender, delicate–looking girl. No visible muscle definition whatsoever. They’d all assumed if she had an ability, she’d be an elemental user

Nobody had expected her to be a strength–type. And her strength…

The two men exchanged a glance and swallowed simultaneously.

Her strength could bulldoze every single strength–type fighter in Heningford Base.

No.

Langston couldn’t help but think.

Forget Heningford Base.

Even Northreach Base probably couldn’t produce a single person who could match that girl punch for punch.

It was absolutely terrifying.

“Thank God, these people happened to be here. Otherwise, this swarm might have genuinely been the end of us.”

Langston’s expression was hard to read.

He was even more grateful that he’d never disrespected or underestimated Robin’s group. If he had, he’d be kicking himself for the rest of his life.

“Northreach flagging them makes perfect sense.”

People that powerful–Northreach would never let them slip away.

As they spoke, Robin was already streaking toward Pal’s coordinates.

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The intelligent zombie was every bit as cunning as expected. The moment it sensed someo approaching, its first instinct wasn’t to fight–it turned and ran.

That alone was terrifying. Zombies were supposed to be driven by pure predatory instinct, charging ar fresh human flesh without a second thought. A zombie that could override that instinct and choose to flee was something else entirely.

“Running?”

Robin’s sharp eyes caught the movement instantly. She surged forward, closing the gap, and cut off the zombie’s escape route

Intelligent zombies were physically weak all their evolutionary energy had gone to developing them

brains.

But even so, a Level 6 zombie was a Level 6 zombie. It wouldnt go down casily

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Chapter 457 The Thinking Zombie

Finished

Human and zombie stood facing each other in silence. The last time Robin had encountered an intelligent zombie had been in her past life, and even then, it had been from a distance.

Now, face–to–face, she noticed something that set this zombie apart from every other she’d ever seen.

The most obvious difference was that this zombie was wearing clothes.

After the transformation, zombies lost all human cognition. Nothing remained but animal instinct. Their clothing deteriorated through combat and decay until it was nothing but rags–and eventually, they wore nothing at all.

And yet, seeing a naked zombie never struck anyone as particularly noteworthy.