Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 467: Decapitation Strike

Chapter 467: Decapitation Strike

“Based on the data from each faction, the zombie horde’s numbers are limited during each attack—peaking at around ten thousand zombies,” Ye Jikang explained, monitoring his laptop as he spoke.

“It’s clear that the Zombie King’s ability to control zombies has an upper limit, or the rate at which it converts corpses into zombies isn’t as fast as we initially feared.

“This gives us an opportunity. While the horde assaults Yangsheng Base, we can strike the zombies’ main nest. If we eliminate the Zombie King, the horde’s coordination will collapse, reducing their threat significantly.”

The vehicle moved silently through the darkness, far from the ongoing battle to avoid detection. In the distance, the chaotic clash between Yangsheng Base and the horde continued unabated, with screams, roars, and screeches filling the air.

Inside the vehicle, the seven members of the team remained unmoved, their hardened hearts forged from countless battles.

They were focused entirely on their mission, with little room for sympathy or distraction.

Bian Junwu turned to the group. “Prepare for combat. According to Zhang Yi, there are likely many armored zombies underground, as well as the unknown threat of the Zombie King.”

Wu Di cracked his knuckles and grinned. “Boss, what’s the big deal? Dead things can’t possibly threaten us, especially when the underground is nearly empty.”

 

“Don’t worry; I’ll handle them all myself!”

 

Baili Changqing sighed, casting a weary glance at the overconfident Wu Di.

“Wu Di, this isn’t a brawl. Killing ordinary zombies won’t mean a thing if the Zombie King escapes. Don’t forget why we’re here—stay focused.”

Wu Di scratched the back of his head, his grin faltering. “Right, sorry! Got it!”

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the subway entrance where the zombies had emerged.

The area was now eerily quiet; the horde had already marched toward Yangsheng Base.

The team disembarked, weapons in hand. Bian Junwu held a sleek black pistol with an unusually large and elongated barrel.

The other members carried similarly unique firearms, except for Baili Changqing. He opened a large case, retrieving two sections of a massive weapon.

With practiced ease, he assembled the parts into a towering two-meter-long lance, its conical tip resembling a giant spike.

The medieval knight’s lance was an antiquated weapon, long abandoned by history. But in Baili Changqing’s hands, its immense size and weight made it a versatile and devastating tool, equally effective for smashing, sweeping, or piercing.

Among the seven, only Wu Di remained unarmed, his hands casually tucked in his pockets.

Standing at the subway entrance, the team didn’t immediately descend.

Meng Siyu approached the opening and crouched down, extending her right hand over the void.

“Air Scan!”

A wave of invisible psychic energy flowed down into the subway, clinging to the walls and branching off at every fork to explore further.

After several seconds, Meng Siyu retracted her hand and reported, “There are still some zombies in the tunnels, but no special entities detected within my range.”

Her ability could only cover about two kilometers, leaving the deeper parts of the subway uncharted.

Bian Junwu gave a decisive nod. “Let’s go!”

He led the way, jumping into the subway with the others following closely behind.

Moving swiftly through the tunnels, the team relied on Meng Siyu’s psychic scans to navigate and locate potential threats.

At the forefront, Baili Changqing used his knight’s lance to effortlessly obliterate any stray zombies in their path.

After traveling five kilometers, Meng Siyu suddenly spoke up.

“I found it! There’s a massive zombie horde ahead—this must be their main nest!”

Through her psychic link, she saw a dense cluster of zombies, their numbers even greater than those attacking Yangsheng Base. Interspersed among them were armored zombies with strength comparable to superhumans.

Bian Junwu’s expression grew serious. “Did you find the Zombie King?”

Meng Siyu frowned, her psychic energy scouring the horde.

“The Zombie King…”

The sheer number of zombies made identifying individual targets difficult. She instinctively searched for something larger or more distinct but found nothing beyond the armored zombies.

Then, she spotted something unusual.

“There’s... a white-furred monkey.”

“A white-furred monkey?” Bian Junwu asked, raising an eyebrow.

He didn’t hesitate. “Let’s take it down—alive if possible.”

No one had ever seen the Zombie King. It could be anything, even something as unassuming as an ordinary zombie.

From previous encounters, Bian Junwu surmised that the Zombie King had to be close to the horde it commanded. Zhang Yi’s earlier experience underground had confirmed this theory: his group had been lured into an ambush by an army of zombies and armored creatures.

Though Zhang Yi hadn’t seen the Zombie King, it was almost certainly nearby, orchestrating the attack.

If the white-furred monkey wasn’t the Zombie King, capturing it might still yield valuable information.

The team accelerated toward the horde, their movements swift and precise.

As they ran, Bian Junwu issued orders.

“Baili, Wu Di—handle the horde!”

“Meng, monitor the horde for any anomalies and report immediately!”

“The rest of you, come with me. We’re capturing the Zombie King!”

“Yes, sir!” the team responded in unison.

Following Meng Siyu’s guidance, they reached the zombie nest.

The horde noticed them instantly, unleashing chilling roars.

Baili Changqing let out a booming laugh. “Time to die again!”

He charged forward, swinging his massive lance like a human tank.

Boom!

Hundreds of zombies were sent flying as the lance smashed through them, spraying foul blood and shattered limbs like a grotesque rain. Severed heads and mangled torsos were flung high into the air.

In a single sweep, Baili Changqing had carved a path tens of meters long through the horde.