Chapter 140: Retreat?
Andre swatted a hunter aside with a powerful blow, but his plea was met with a dismissive shake of Zack's head. "Old man, you can retreat," Zack replied coolly, trying to convince Andre and his group to fall back.
"Retreat? Who do you think we are?" Andre growled, his tiger form towering over the battlefield. "We fear nothing! Ula!" With a defiant roar, Andre threw himself back into the fray, his battered body unleashing a second wave of ferocity. Claws flashing, he cut his way through the sea of zombies. But the relentless tide took its toll. Another gray wolf fell, collapsing from exhaustion and blood loss. One by one, the shapeshifters were overwhelmed, their bodies battered and broken on foreign soil far from home.
"Ego, call the Aegis! Deploy the Fearless ," Zack ordered, his voice cold and unyielding as he watched the battlefield descend into chaos. The Aegis wasn't just an Goliath platform—it was a massive airship with an expansive interior, capable of carrying troops, machinery, and supplies. After extensive modifications, its cargo hold dwarfed that of a standard Avalon. As for Fearless warrior, it's how now he call the brainwashed super soldier that doesn't fear death.
"Understood, Sir," Ego replied. From the clouds above, a sleek, futuristic aircraft descended rapidly, its powerful engines roaring as it approached the battlefield.
The moment the Aegis arrived, its tail hatch opened, and seven massive steel giants leapt out without hesitation.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Each Fearless Warrior landed with a thunderous impact, creating half-meter-deep craters in the ground. The earth trembled under their immense weight. "With Zack's will!" one of them roared. "Kill!"
The warriors rose, unscathed from their landings, and charged into the zombie horde. Their chainsaw swords roared to life, the alloy teeth spinning furiously at 4,600 revolutions per minute. With one sweeping motion, a Fearless Warrior cleaved through a row of zombies, slicing them cleanly in half.
"Push forward!" The seven warriors advanced in a tight formation, each maintaining a two-meter gap. Their chainsaw swords turned the tide of corpses into a field of severed limbs and broken flesh. The thick power armor they wore rendered them impervious to attacks from ordinary zombies, allowing them to cut through the swarm without hesitation.