Chapter 139: We Need Help
Ava glanced at the holographic display in her cockpit, where a bold red area flashed prominently. "Understood," she replied, pulling the joystick and banking the Avalon toward the rear of the zombie horde. "Prepare to deploy cloud bombs," she said, pressing the release button.
The Avalon's bomb bays, now equipped with under-mounted rocket boosters, launched two magnetic fluid-based cloud bombs. These devices, resembling oversized air-to-ground missiles, streaked toward their designated targets. The bombs detonated mid-air, releasing clouds of light-orange high-energy fuel. The mist expanded with the wind, spreading across the advancing zombies.
BOOM! BOOM!
The mist ignited in a fiery explosion, creating twin mushroom-shaped fireballs on either side of the crater. The resulting infernos incinerated hundreds of thousands of zombies, leaving behind nothing but scorched earth. The heat drained oxygen from the surrounding air, causing the eyes of nearby zombies to burst and their internal organs to rupture violently.
It was a gruesome end, but the horde pressed on undeterred. Mindless and relentless, they charged into the flames, their bones crackling as the fire consumed them. Behind Ava, the five unmanned armors unleashed a storm of micro-missiles. There was no need for precise targeting—there were simply too many zombies.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosions blended with the firestorm from the cloud bombs, creating an unbroken sea of flames that halted the tide's advance. Millions of zombies perished in the blazing inferno, but some of the more powerful ones managed to push through. The most striking were the Mutated Lords—towering four to five meters tall, their backs marked by silvery-white lines. Seeing this zombie emerge from the fire, Zack descended swiftly, landing at the forefront of the battlefield between the two Goliath.
The soldiers on the walls, the remaining defenders, and even the Goliath seemed to pause for a moment. "It's him!" someone gasped, their voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear.
The moment Zack landed, Andre, in his towering Siberian tiger form, immediately recognized the armor. His sharp eyes narrowed, but he didn't say much. Whatever mission he once had no longer mattered—he had already chosen righteousness over orders. "My name's Andre, and I was sent to kill you!" His voice boomed, rough and full of unfiltered honesty.