The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 679

**Chapter 679: Zombie Virus Evolution**

With a deliberate motion, Theresa traced a line in the dirt, the tip of her blade carving a deep trench that marked a boundary between her and the looming threat before her. The trench was three inches deep, a stark reminder of the seriousness of the moment.

“From this point forward, let us part ways,” she declared, her voice steady, yet laced with an undercurrent of tension. “If you refrain from provoking us, we will not interfere with your affairs either.”

As she lifted her blade, the trench seemed to pulsate with an energy of its own, a silent testament to her resolve. Decision Maker Three, a figure cloaked in arrogance and menace, suddenly broke into a smile that sent a chill down Theresa’s spine. “I’m beginning to appreciate you more and more,” he said, his voice smooth and taunting. “Since you feel this way, I won’t force your hand. Let’s seal this with a handshake and call it peace.”

He stepped forward, closing the distance, his confidence radiating like a palpable aura.

When he reached the edge of the trench, he paused, extending his hand toward her, an invitation cloaked in deception. “As you wish,” Theresa replied, her gaze locked onto his outstretched hand, a mix of caution and suspicion swirling within her.

Just as her fingers were about to brush against his palm, a sudden flash erupted in her mind. She saw it—the transformation of his hand, disassembling like a well-oiled machine, revealing the truth behind his facade.

A mechanical arm!

In a heartbeat, she yanked her hand back, her instincts screaming at her to retreat. Decision Maker Three’s expression shifted, his eyes igniting with a menacing red glow. “Turn them all into our partners!” he commanded, his voice booming with authority.

At his words, the man behind him, who had been clutching his chest in pain, lifted his head, a look of fervor igniting in his eyes. Almost simultaneously, a barrage of syringes hurtled through the air toward everyone standing behind Theresa.

Panic surged through her veins. Reacting swiftly, she conjured an air shield, enveloping her companions in a protective barrier. But in the split second it took to shield them, a vulnerable gap opened for herself.

In that fleeting moment, Decision Maker Three lunged, seizing Theresa’s hand with a grip that felt like iron.

Crack!

His arm transformed and contorted, tightening around her wrist with a mechanical precision that sent shivers down her spine.

But Theresa was ready. As soon as he made contact, she wielded her blade with precision, slicing through his right arm.

Sizzle!

The clash of metal against metal filled the air, sparks flying like fireflies in the night. She had severed the mechanical limb completely. Yet, rather than fury, a deep, unsettling laughter erupted from Decision Maker Three.

“7913, welcome to your new role as our partner in this brave new world!” he proclaimed, his voice dripping with mockery.

In that moment, Theresa’s eyes widened in horror as she noticed the mechanical arm still clutching her wrist. From its center, a syringe emerged, its needle piercing her palm with a sickening precision, injecting the contents of the Eclipse Serum directly into her bloodstream.

“Theresa!”

“Ms. Hall!”

But seeing Decision Maker Three reduced to just a head was a sight that left her momentarily stunned, grappling with the reality that someone could willingly transform themselves into a mere head.

His head flew through the air, landing with a thud, yet he continued to laugh, an eerie electronic sound that echoed in the silence. His red mechanical eye fixated on her, and his mouth began to move, counting down ominously.

“Twenty-one… Twenty… Nineteen…”

“Are you counting down to your own demise?” Theresa challenged, stepping forward, her blade gleaming in the dim light.

“Of course not,” he replied, his voice brimming with anticipation. “The Eclipse Serum is the most concentrated form of the zombie virus. You will mutate within a minute. I’m eagerly waiting for you to become the strongest zombie! Ten… Nine…”

“Oh? Is that so?” Theresa halted ten meters away, a smirk playing on her lips. “Then I’ll grant you ten more seconds to live.”

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a used syringe toward him.

It was the Zombie Virus Inhibitor.

In that critical moment, Decision Maker Three froze, his expression morphing into one of disbelief.

“7913, there is no cure for the zombie virus. You can’t possibly…”