The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 660

**TITLE: Kept Woman 660**

The skeletal figure of the zombie, its sunken eyes devoid of life, opened its cavernous mouth wide and lunged forward with terrifying speed at the female combatant standing directly in its path.

She was a user of fire-based abilities, a warrior known for her fierce spirit and unyielding determination.

But now, her powers felt like a distant memory, completely drained from the relentless battles she had fought.

So utterly exhausted was she that, when the grotesque creature charged, she found herself frozen in place, unable to muster even the slightest movement to evade its grasp.

Finished.

All she could do was stare in horror, her eyes wide with fear, as the nightmarish being lunged at her, its bloodied jaws agape, ready to consume her.

Then—

Bang!

In a split second, just as the zombie was about to collide with her, a resounding shot rang out, and the creature’s head exploded in a shower of gore.

Her heart raced as she looked up to see a warplane soaring overhead, its engines roaring like a beast unleashed.

Bang!

Bang!

A relentless barrage of gunfire rained down from a helicopter that hovered ominously above the battlefield.

Heavily armed soldiers dangled from the sides, their weapons poised and ready, unleashing a torrent of bullets that swept across the horde below with ruthless precision.

Bang!

A single missile, launched with pinpoint accuracy, struck a towering pyramid of zombies at the northwest corner.

The explosion erupted from within, sending limbs and lifeless bodies spiraling through the air as the sturdy tower of undead crumbled, collapsing under its own weight and sending countless zombies tumbling down like rag dolls.

The cacophony of destruction drew the attention of other zombies nearby.

“Graaaar-!”

“Raaaar-!”

The sounds of their guttural cries filled the air as zombies from various directions surged forward, mindless and reckless, indifferent to the danger that lay ahead.

The helicopter, a guardian angel above, pivoted and flew a kilometer away from the camp.

As it soared through the sky, it unleashed a relentless barrage of bombs.

Boom after boom reverberated across the landscape, each explosion a beacon that drew the zombies toward a flat expanse a kilometer away.

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**Chapter 660 The Arrival of Reinforcements**

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Finished.

From her vantage point atop the wall, the female fighter who had narrowly escaped the zombie’s clutches shouted with urgency, “Quick! Pour the gasoline while we’ve got the chance!”

Her voice cut through the chaos like a knife, and as if on cue, everyone stationed at the corners of the wall sprang into action. They tilted the precious fuel they had, allowing it to cascade down toward the ravenous horde below.

Boom!

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**Chapter 660 The Arrival of Reinforcements;**

In that tense moment, the survivors heard the familiar sound of helicopter blades slicing through the air.

A black helicopter approached steadily, its silhouette cutting through the sky as it flew directly toward their beleaguered camp.

Finished.

It was the very same helicopter that had just delivered them from the jaws of despair, providing them with a lifeline they had desperately needed.

The helicopter descended slowly, hovering above them like a guardian angel.

The first to disembark was a squad of heavily armed operatives, their bodies encased in tactical gear that left no inch of skin exposed.

They wore high-security black helmets and combat suits made from materials that the weary survivors had never encountered before. Each operative was armed to the teeth—submachine guns, sniper rifles, single-man missiles—all ready for action.

As they landed, a young woman appeared last, stepping out with a confident grace.

Her combat suit differed from the others, as she wore a down jacket over it, and instead of a helmet, a warm, woolen cap adorned her head.

The moment she emerged, all eyes turned to her, drawn by an unexplainable magnetism.

At the northwest corner, the exhausted female fighter, still recovering from her earlier brush with death, slowly rose to her feet, limping toward them with determination.

“I’m Lily Barnes, Deputy Camp Leader of East Sea Camp. May I ask… You are…?” she inquired, her voice steady despite the fatigue that weighed on her.

Theresa’s gaze fell on the woman standing before her, and she replied with a sense of pride, “Blazing Sun Alliance, Theresa Hall.”

As her name echoed through the air, the eyes of everyone around her lit up with hope and recognition.