The Crimson Count was on the move, heading straight for the Mount Elbert refuge. There was no way the humans could hold him off. And now that he'd shown himself, Ethan had made up his mind—he was going to hunt him down.
A clash between two Zombie Kings was inevitable. The winner would stand at the top of the world, the undisputed overlord of the undead.
But just as Ethan was about to set out for Mount Elbert, a deep rumble echoed across the pitch-black sky. Tiny points of light began to appear overhead, streaking toward him at breakneck speed.
"What the hell is that?" Ethan narrowed his sharp eyes.
The lights tore across the horizon like a meteor shower, growing denser by the second—thousands of them, maybe more.
As they got closer, their shapes became clearer. They weren't meteors—they were aircraft. Sleek, futuristic, and gleaming with a high-tech sheen, each one bore the red-lettered insignia: GB.
"Genesis Biotech!"
"There's so many of them! Are they going all in?"
