The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 677

**Chapter 677: An Unexpected Visitor**

The air was thick with tension as the monstrous figures opened their blood-soaked mouths, their grotesque forms lunging hungrily at Theresa.

**Bang!**

In an instant, the carefully laid mines detonated with a thunderous roar. The six zombies leading the charge were sent soaring into the air, their bodies exploding in a shower of gore.

Amid the chaos of the disintegrating undead and the deafening blasts, Theresa surged forward, her heart pounding as she sprinted towards the newly excavated tunnel ahead, her feet barely touching the ground.

One singular thought consumed her mind: **Run!**

“Roar!”

“Roar!”

The relentless horde of zombies surged after her, a cacophony of growls and snarls echoing in her ears. Among them were the terrifying Level 6 mutants, their speed unnerving as they closed in.

Though Theresa felt as if she were racing at the speed of light, the tunnel was too short to create any meaningful distance. The Level 6 zombies, with their wild eyes and iron claws, pressed dangerously close, driven by an insatiable hunger to rip her apart and feast upon her flesh.

With every frantic step, she felt their breath on her heels, the shadows of death looming ever closer.

As she finally plunged into the mouth of the new tunnel, she managed to gain a fleeting lead of three meters.

Desperately, she hurled steel plates behind her, hoping to slow the relentless onslaught. The metallic clangs echoed ominously, but she knew it was only a temporary reprieve.

Emerging from the tunnel, she was met by her companions, who had been anxiously awaiting her return.

“Roar!”

“Roar!”

The zombies were momentarily halted, their hunger thwarted by the barrier of her friends.

Kyle, Quentin, Graham, and the others reached out, their hands grasping for her, eager to pull her into safety.

In a swift motion, Theresa seized Kyle with one hand and Quentin with the other, while Graham and the rest clutched her backpack, their faces painted with concern.

But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a dark figure lurking behind them.

Something about that silhouette stirred a sense of familiarity within her, as if she had encountered this person before.

Suddenly, the figure raised a hand, and Theresa’s heart dropped as she recognized the intent. A massive bolt of lightning crackled to life, summoned by a Level 7 lightning-type ability user.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the colossal lightning bolt hurtled toward them.

In a split second, Theresa sprang from the tunnel floor, positioning herself in front of her friends, an instinctive urge to protect them overriding her fear.

**Sptch!**

Blood oozed from his chest, but to her surprise, it was not the torrent she had anticipated; it was but a trickle.

As the realization dawned on her, she finally saw the man’s features clearly. Their eyes locked, and she felt a chill run down her spine. His eyes were as dark as the abyss, filled with a coldness that sent shivers through her.

He regarded her with an icy gaze and uttered the words, “I returned the favor.”

In that instant, memories flooded back—this was the man from the Divine Academy’s 3000-person selection tournament. After the grueling three-day survival match, he had been the only other survivor alongside her and her team.

She recalled the moment she had shared with him, opening a bottle of water to offer him relief.

**Him?** Theresa thought, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of their encounter.

Suddenly, a round of applause echoed through the air, startling her from her thoughts.

“Bravo! This is truly impressive!”

From the shadows, a man in a sharp suit emerged, his demeanor exuding confidence and authority.

The man, who had just suffered a blade to the heart, pulled it out silently, his expression unreadable as he walked to stand beside the suited figure.