Apocalypse Gachapon

Some say fire and blood are the eternal themes of war.

The Holy City was no exception at this moment.

With all restraints removed, Yangos’s destructive nature was given free rein.

Not just because Ye Zhongming had granted it unrestricted freedom, but also because it encountered zero resistance—after the Holy City’s air force was obliterated by Li Qiang’s squad, not even nuisance-level enemies remained to harass the dragon.

Thus, the evil dragon became a true demon, breathing fire here to ignite an inferno, summoning meteor showers there to create blazing pyres. Whenever it spotted beautiful architecture, it would dive down and shatter everything with its near-invincible body.

The ice birds were the opposite. Whenever they saw an ugly building, they’d spray frost mist, transforming it into an ice sculpture—much more aesthetically pleasing.

Of course, if anyone dared attack them—whether the wicked dragon Yangos or the ice birds—they showed no mercy, incinerating or freezing foes without hesitation.

The Holy City simply lacked forces capable of threatening them. Most high-level defenders were busy fighting elite zombies or the genetic army.

The rest of Cloud Peak’s air units operated more chaotically, but with zero interception, they fought joyfully. Their commanders even drilled formations mid-battle, seeking weaker enemies to let both riders and mounts “taste blood.”

The War Beast Battalion was different. Though still in its infancy, this deployment consisted of 7,000 of its most combat-ready beasts—half its total strength—led by Yuanyuan, granddaughter of Li Daqian. They charged into battle like an unstoppable tide.

Their mission: support the gene army by securing flanks, preventing Holy City forces from flanking.

Shouts, whistles, and strange noises directed the war beasts. Unlike cavalry, they had no individual riders—only handlers who doubled as commanders mid-battle, issuing orders the beasts obeyed absolutely.

A key measure of the battalion’s maturity was commanders’ control over their beasts, and Cloud Peak excelled in this regard.

This success stemmed from Beast Manor’s full support—their expertise laid the foundation. Later, Cloud Peak’s “technology”, like Lan You and Red Hair’s biological gadgets, helped forge a unique path for the battalion.

Silently, the War Beast Battalion had grown—just like many Cloud Peak units now making their battlefield debut.

Already reeling under pressure from zombies, rat hordes, and the genetic army, the Holy City’s scattered defenses collapsed entirely once air forces and war beasts joined the fray.

Key resistance points were crushed by Xia Bai and Redhair, leading the Undead Dragon-fish and Nine Treasures’ duo. They even eliminated a Holy City elite squad—later identified as Faisal, a high-ranking noble.

Defeat snowballed uncontrollably. Even disciplined armies faltered this way, let alone the Holy City’s leaderless mob.

The entire Holy City fell before dawn. Civilians and nobles alike were herded toward the palace—the city’s heart.

………………………………

Ahmad still stood at his post, though the tunnel below had stopped spewing zombies, and the cat-cradling level-nine had vanished. His gaze swept from near to far, taking in the devastation.

He saw:

The colossal dragon darkening the skies.

Stampeding war beasts sweeping through districts

Black tides of rats leaving barren wasteland

Zombies appearing everywhere

In the distance, figures stood atop the walls—Easterners now, not a single Holy City defender remaining.

Most of all, he saw panicked citizens fleeing toward the palace.

The mighty Holy City, with its impenetrable walls, had fallen in mere hours.

Ahmad never imagined this possible.

His grip on the staff trembled—barely restrained.

Behind him stood Waleed, Nayeef, Suhail, the Little Prince, and other high-ranking nobles—most bearing battle scars.

Suhail’s plea still echoed: “Leave.”

“Leave”? More like flee.

Just yesterday, Ahmad had relished expelling Gyanendra. Now, he was the one facing disgraceful retreat.

But did he have a choice?

How could he face four?

True, dawn approached—Sayyid would soon unleash his apocalyptic strike.

But would it be in time?

And even if it was, would he survive?

Self-preservation was Ahmad’s deepest instinct, surpassing even typical evolved priorities.

“Aba…” He drew a shuddering breath, ready to flee through the palace’s secret tunnels. Staying was futile. “Our arrogance doomed us. The Easterners remain as formidable as in history. Since we cannot resist, I decree—”

“SCHLICK!”

A dagger—glowing violet—pierced his back, skewering his heart.

Ahmad’s eyes bulged, veins bursting across them. His body convulsed as blood seeped through his robes.

“YOUR MAJESTY!” Suhail roared, lunging forward—only for Waleed and Nayeef to instantly restrain him.

At equal evolution levels and this proximity, escape was impossible.

“You—?!”

The truth struck Suhail: Aba, Waleed, and Nayeef had conspired in treachery.

“Stay silent, and we remain allies,” Waleed growled. Their families had been close for generations.

“Bullshit! This is betrayal of our faith! Your lineages will be DISGRACED!”

Waleed met his old friend’s gaze, making one final appeal:

“History belongs to the victors, Suhail. This is the apocalypse. Our Lord has arrived—beyond Earth’s skies. All this is HIS will. Abandon this coward. Or your entire bloodline will be purged.”