Chapter 364: Glory To America

-San Francisco Bay-

Three human camps that had been created at the beginning of the apocalypse were eventually merged into a single impenetrable fortress through the effort of only one man.

When the largest zombie horde in San Francisco decided to attack them, they simply released their best creations to deal with the zombies.

Hundreds of cyborg-mutated beasts injected with berserker serums tore through the zombie horde, slaughtering hundreds of zombies with each pounce.

Alongside the cyborgs, a hail of gunfire and energy blasts rained down upon the horde, wiping out several of them with each passing second.

The Zombie King, a giant among its own kind, picked up a cyborg-mutated dog as it attacked him. He held its neck tightly, seeing it struggle and claw at his hand.

With a cold snort, he crushed its neck and flung the body away. More cyborg-mutated beasts rushed at him, but he effortlessly crushed them all.

"This should be easy."

He grinned, then looked up. Something was falling from the sky, and he quickly raised his hands to block.

Bang!

To his utter shock, he was forced back by the blow. Growling, he glared at the creature standing before him. It was a Tier Two mutated gorilla with its limbs replaced by strong mechanical arms.

The Zombie King’s brow furrowed. "A mere Tier Two beast? The audacity!"

He growled and lunged forward, throwing a punch as his green soul crystal flared brightly.

The cyborg-mutated gorilla roared and threw its own punch. Sharp spikes shot out from its knuckles, and the two fists collided.

BOOM!

The Zombie King was forced back one step, while the cyborg was forced to take two steps back. Snorting, the Zombie King checked his fist and realized he was bleeding.

"Annoying."

He growled. The cyborg was obviously weaker than he was, but it still managed to injure him. Regardless, it wouldn’t be enough to stop him.

Just as he took a step forward, something else fell from the sky.

Bang!

Another Tier Two cyborg landed beside the first one, slowly flexing its metal claws. The cyborg-mutated bear glared at the Zombie King, then roared.

Before the Zombie King could start to feel more annoyed, two more Tier Two cyborgs landed behind him, flattening the zombies beneath them.

Instantly, his expression changed. With inhuman coordination, the four cyborgs attacked.

The battle lasted for hours, and by the time the sun was high in the sky, the zombie horde had been defeated.

The Zombie King had been defeated, even though all the cyborgs had been destroyed in the process.

Still, it was a victory.

Standing atop a tower in the middle of the fortress, a teenager looked at the distant battlefield and shook his head.

"Really... losing these Tier Two Anomalous Cyborgs is a pain in the ass."

He glanced at a soldier standing behind him and said, "Pass the message and ask them to gather the body parts. I’ll see if we can use them on other test subjects."

The soldier saluted him and immediately departed. Smiling to himself, the young boy looked at the sun.

"I can’t wait to explore the glorious America."

..........

-Colorado-

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and ashes. Stretching before the government camp situated near Colorado Springs, corpses of zombies littered the ground.

None of them had been killed with a blade. Including their Zombie King and her stronger servants, they had all been killed by overwhelming firepower.

The government had spared no effort in shooting them down, even using grenades and rocket launchers to slowly destroy the Zombie King.

Sitting on a chair atop the wall, the army commander blew a puff of smoke from his mouth and smiled.

"Glory to America."

All around the world, the chaos continued. Some camps were wiped out, with almost every human in the camps becoming food for the zombies. Only a few managed to escape, and sometimes, there were no survivors at all. At the same time, some other camps managed to kill and wipe out the zombie horde attacking them.

Living beings weren’t the only hazards humanity had to face, though. As time passed, earthquakes began to occur repeatedly, sending waves of panic and despair through the affected camps. Volcanoes erupted, washing the mountain range in lava and scorching every living thing around them. Even some mutated beasts and zombies were killed in the process.

Ocean levels surged, and several camps situated at the shores were either washed off or besieged by aquatic mutated beasts that managed to crawl on land and attack.

At the same time, strange creatures that had never been seen began making their presence known.

A roc was seen flying over the Sahara Desert, kicking up waves of sand as it quickly disappeared over the horizon.

Somewhere else, a creature closely resembling a kraken was seen surfacing from the northern Pacific Ocean, raising its several limbs into the sky as it roared.

Even in Manhattan, a River Dragon had surfaced from the Hudson River, roaring as it stepped on land. The U.S. government had managed to hear about it and quickly sent a special team to deal with it. By the time they got there, though, the creature was already dead.

"What the hell?" Someone muttered, seeing the enormous corpse lying right in the middle of Manhattan, with rubble from collapsed buildings around it.

Leading the team, a young man with brown hair and sharp brown eyes frowned. He squinted, confirming that he wasn’t seeing things.

There was someone sitting on the beast’s corpse.

"Hello?! Identify yourself, fellow citizen."

Although they were some distance apart, he noticed the person’s head turn in his direction.

Before he could react, a young lady suddenly appeared five meters away from them. She had long black hair that cascaded down her back and sharp red eyes that seemed to pierce the soul.

"The government?" she asked, tilting her head.

The brown-haired guy nodded and introduced himself.

"I’m Charles Trump. And you are?"

She dusted her hands, sized up the team, then answered.

"Clara Wayne. Nice to meet you."