Chapter 138: Avoid the Red Zone
Lillian walked into the burning wreckage, her movements precise and deliberate. After a moment, she stepped back out, her voice unchanging as she confirmed the kill. She didn't waste words. Actions were her language. High above the battlefield, Zack listened to Lillian's report. His expression was grim as he turned his gaze toward the distant black tide. Ego's voice echoed in his ears. "Sir, all mechanical beasts have been deployed. The aircraft are returning."
From their vantage point tens of thousands of meters in the sky, Zack and Ego had been observing the battlefield. While Scott and his forces only saw the dense wave of zombies in front of them, Zack knew the grim reality. "This isn't even one percent of the horde," Zack muttered.
The Avalon wasn't just a transport vehicle—it was a multi-functional war machine. After deploying the first wave of mechanical beasts, the jets immediately returned to NYC City to reload. They were bringing aerial bombs, fuel-air explosives, and additional ammunition supplies for the mechanical beasts, ready to rejoin the battle. "Send out Mk-2 and MK-3 manufacturing drones to search for rare materials," Zack commanded in a calm yet firm tone.
He hadn't forgotten the secondary purpose of this mission: securing vital resources amidst the chaos. "Understood," Ego replied, transmitting the orders to NYC City.
Meanwhile, the zombie tide, which had been briefly disrupted by the space-based cannon strike, was regrouping. The horde had bypassed the massive crater caused by the initial bombardment, merging with the rear ranks and reforming into a continuous black torrent. "Recalculate the strike points," Zack said coldly, his gaze locked on the satellite feed.
The previous strikes had been meticulously planned to break the tide without causing catastrophic damage to the continental plate. "Attack points updated," Ego reported as seven glowing red markers appeared on the satellite map.
Each marker indicated a precise location where another space-based strike could temporarily halt the horde without triggering massive earthquakes. "Sir, I must remind you, space-based weapons aren't designed for large-scale destruction," Ego said, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation. "Even if you deploy all remaining tungsten rods, they won't be enough to eliminate the entire zombie tide."
Zack remained unfazed. The Annie-class satellite carried only eleven tungsten rods in total, each weighing several tons. Two had already been used, leaving just nine. "You're worrying too much, Ego," Zack said evenly. "Shadow has already seized control of the nuclear missile systems at NYC."
Ego paused before responding. "Sir, you intend to deploy nuclear weapons?"