Zombieverse Marvel の小説・ストーリー

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

They specialize in hunting and killing supernatural though their main games are vampires" Lucas answered, on Tessa's stand. Karl angrily bit his lips. "Those darn people. They were the ones who killed Mason. Mabel promised to make sure they regret their actions though, and I'll stand with her" "Mrs. Morgans planned well and when her plans got manifested, She took out my blood and made her daughter devour it. She became well, just like me, of course. She sent Celia to start this zombie apocalypse we see today" "And why does she wants this? It makes no sense!" Laura grunted.

looked to the side, concentrating on refining her fire-star Nightmarefiend. Their caves are very mysterious, it's just a coincidence that one or two zombies strayed into this place and were directly collected by two subordinates, but there was also one time, a late-stage green-haired white-haired zombie burst in came in, was a bit dangerous, took Cadell Brian and the Ghost Scene Female General, the two of them teamed up, and couldn't control the white-haired zombie.

she took a bite of the green apple from the center basket. You may be wondering what she did. Well, sometimes the power in a being that should no longer be in a place is more than unlimited. That was the case with Melia, as she explained to Orleans. Before standing Helena up outside the morgue, Melia came out first and stood in front of the morgue with her back turned and crouched down. She closed her brown eyes, which were completely dark without a trace of white, and with Elijah still inside the morgue, she could feel the area around her shake briefly. They thought it was the beginning of an earthquake, but it wasn't. A few minutes later, everything stopped shaking and a gray line formed a

“Zack?? Zeus called out surprisingly, he never thought he would go this length even after he sent warnings to him. He would never mistake his voice for another person even though he could not see his face. “Wow, it's an honor that you could recognize me,” Zack said emotionlessly. “Tell your puppet to drop his gun or I blow your head off,” he continued. Mark’s face squeezed in anger, a whole mafia? If someone wanted to happen to be a puppet then it would be his friend, not him but that's a topic for another day. Zeus looked around and could not find any of Zack’s armed forces, he was rest assured that nothing happened to Hazel the moment he saw her squeeze her face lightly.

Luke’s head snapped toward the sound, his enhanced vision narrowing in on the university gates in the far distance. “They’re coming,” he muttered. Mira followed his gaze, her face pale. “Already? But we—” A thunderous roar interrupted her, followed by the chilling sight of zombies bursting through the gates. They came in waves, their twisted forms illuminated by the setting sun. “Sound the alarm!” a soldier shouted, his voice cracking with urgency. The camp erupted into motion. Soldiers scrambled to their posts, shouting orders as the ground trembled under the weight of the approaching horde.

But at this time, Xander Faris was very clear that the arc of Solana Gibson's Ghoul-Locker Spear and the sword radiance of Omar Pine were much smaller than before. Then, when he got a little closer, Jessica, Lady Maisie, Maya Kaye, and the others all looked extremely tired. Like them, there were also those cultivators who were also surrounded. A cultivator suddenly smashed half of the zombie's head with his palm. Because the zombie's corpse core was not dug out, its strength was still there. Regardless of the fact that cultivator's palm was still embedded in its head, it rushed forward and threw the frightened cultivator to the ground.

“And do you know what I found out today? Oh, it was interesting. It turns out your master isn’t all that immortal. Right, my dead friend? Has he told you?” At that moment, she raised her hand and forcefully dug her fingers into the zombie’s chest. Zomzom groaned inwardly but still couldn’t say a word. He felt a strange long-forgotten pain course through his body as the Dark that had created him began to destroy him.

“I found the horde. I think it’s worth asking them for help.” “Say what?” Jasper incredulously exclaimed. “Ask the zombies for help?” “Why not?” Ben asked. “You said yourself that it was the zombie venom that killed the vampires. Thanks to you, they’re immune to the werewolf bite and the wolves haven’t got their powers enhanced enough to go into a den full of vampires. The zombies are our surest bet.” Jasper chose to ignore the dig about the fact that the vampires were immune to the werewolf bite because of him. It was a fact, but it didn’t mean that Ben needed to rub it in. Even so, it wasn’t the time for conflict over ego and hurt feelings.

"Zombies? Don't insult this disaster with such a cheap comparison." Zombies could be fought with guns, fire, steel, and human ingenuity. But this? This was nature's wrath. Against the cosmos itself, humans were no more than fragile insects, doomed before they even realized it. These people had no idea the horror they were truly facing. Meanwhile, Vincent strutted through the chat. "Don't worry about it! I've got money. I'll spend it however I like. If you want to sell, DM me. If not, forget it."