Apocalypse: King of Zombies Chapter 1231: Sorry, Everyone. Slept In
Previously on Apocalypse: King of Zombies...
Atlas City’s compound buzzed with energy these days. Fresh arrivals poured in daily, and a dedicated zone was carved out just for Enhanced hailing from other compounds. Cozy accommodations and abundant meals were on offer.
The welcome team meant business too. Every guard posted there ranked Tier 6 or higher. Patrol squads in the zone hit Tier 7 minimum, squad captains at Tier 8—and armed with laser rifles.
Nearly every Enhanced passing through gawked at the sheer power of Atlas City’s compound.
That was intentional.
A key aim of the Federal Emergency Summit was to show off—leverage the gathering to cow the rival compounds and squash any wild notions. End of the world or not, Atlas City remained the heart of the Atlas Federation.
Results proved it effective. For starters, most Enhanced felt a wary respect for Atlas City’s might.
Sure, a few scoffed at the display.
And those folks, every one, hailed from powerhouse compounds—or were powerhouses themselves.
The Atlas Federation sprawled vast. Talented folks abounded.
To date, eighteen major compounds dotted the federation. Sixteen government-made… two not.
Government erecting big compounds early made sense—back then, firepower and supplies crushed all.
But civilians forging a large compound?
That was like scaling the heavens barehanded.
Just two non-government large compounds in the whole Atlas Federation spoke volumes.
You needed might, skill, fortune—all of it.
Whoever managed it stood out as an apocalypse legend.
Amid the throng now, a man about thirty eyed the laser weapon gripped by a patrol captain, shock flashing over his features.
“Gotta admit,” he said, “Atlas City’s R&D is legit.”
“Yeah,” his companion agreed. “No clue on their punch, though. Reckon they’d pierce even our weakest protective gear?”
“You’re overthinking,” another snorted. “Our armor hails from that unique realm. Lowest Tier shrugs off Tier 9 Enhanced strikes. A laser gun matching that?”
“Point taken. Still, feels like Atlas City’s compound packs deadlier gear than this. We ain’t afraid, but best dodge clashes where possible.”
“Chill,” a fourth chimed in. “Here for crystal core trades. Wrap up, head home to our domains. No interest cozying up to feds.”
Silence hung.
“What if it’s a setup?”
“Doubt it. If Atlas City craved control over other compounds, they’d hit singly. Rounding everyone up for a mass play? That’d cripple the federation.”
“Yeah,” one nodded. “Makes sense.”
“Plus,” the first added, voice dropping, “chance to gauge rival compounds’ power.”
His eyes hardened.
“Particularly that other civilian large compound. Y’all know our grind. If they matched us sans government, treat ’em serious.”
He eased back. “Government Safe Zones? Less threat long-term. Modern arms’ edge fades fast.”
“Mhm,” another murmured, gaze keen. “Curious how they climbed to our level.”
In another chamber…
A youth of twenty-six or seven sprawled in a seat, a stunning beauty sprawled over his thighs. His hand roamed beneath her garb, drawing trembles and stifled gasps, yet his stare pinned the underling below.
“So?” he drawled. “Investigation results?”
“Boss,” the man replied, bowed low, “confirmed intel shows Atlas City compound holds eight Tier 10 Enhanced now.” (Started at seven. Emily took one; two more advanced lately.)
“Eight?” The youth’s face tensed slightly. “Impressive. Classic Atlas City.”
He glanced aside. “And incoming Enhanced?”
“Outsiders here: spotted five Tier 10 Enhanced. Three from the rival large compound.”
The youth nodded. Fingers dug deeper; the woman writhed, spilling soft, helpless moans.
“No surprise,” he murmured deeply. “Civilian large compound? Beyond mere luck.”
“Thus,” he continued, “Atlas City compound hosts—excluding us—thirteen Tier 10 Enhanced?”
“Minimum thirteen,” the subordinate noted. “Hidden ones? Unknown.”
The young man flicked his hand dismissively. “Alright. Get out.”
“Yes, boss.”
At the doorway, the subordinate wavered. “Boss… during the digging, we picked up on something too. But it seems improbable, so I hesitated to—”
“If you consider it nonsense already, why bother me?” Impatient once more, the young man waved him away. “Out.”
Matters of greater urgency demanded his attention over mere hearsay.
“Yes.”
No sooner had the door shut than soft, stifled moans filled the chamber.
…
Public security faced mounting pressure as crowds continued streaming into Atlas City’s compound.
New arrivals weren’t mere survivors; they were compound bosses. Arrogant, irritable, long rulers of their domains—confrontations were unavoidable, brawls included.
Thank goodness, restraint lingered within Atlas City’s walls. The Security Force’s activation nipped any potential massacres in the bud.
After six relentless days of inflows, the pace of newcomers finally eased.
By that stage, everyone capable of reaching had done so. The absentees had stayed away by choice… or fallen victim to the journey.
Thus, 980 individuals from over 120 compounds had gathered to date.
Tension gripped all as the summit kicked off on day seven’s dawn.
Frankly, meeting enthusiasm drew no one. A single aim united them: barter for advanced-Tier crystal cores.
Atlas City dragged its feet deliberately—trades postponed until after—so attendees grudgingly sat tight and acted civil.
Maxwell along with Atlas City’s elite presided over the expansive conference table’s front.
Five major compounds’ reps snagged the prime spots nearby.
Large compounds’ delegates followed, then mid-tier ones trailed behind.
The lineup exposed Atlas City’s pecking order glaringly.
Another feature snagged eyes without delay.
Three majors claimed right-side seats, two others the left.
But adjacent to that pair…
One chair stood vacant.
Not some random spot—this one edged even nearer to Maxwell.
All puzzled over its claimant.
Murmurs swept the hall gradually.
Who commanded precedence over even the five giants?
Start time had lapsed, yet Maxwell delayed.
Ethan’s prior day promise to represent Fallen Star City today kept him holding out.
Whether it irked others mattered little; picking between mass displeasure and crossing Ethan was clear-cut.
Gratefully, Ethan’s delay proved mild.
Just two minutes behind.
“Sorry, everyone,” Ethan’s embarrassed tone pierced the venue. “Slept in.”
Straight to the open chair next to the duo of majors he strode… claiming it effortlessly.
Brows knit across the room.
Who was this fellow? What earned him that prime position?
Still, certain onlookers identified Ethan—their eyes sparked alive.
櫓
爐
㼿䗇’㗇䃞
擄
㱲㬓㼿㙦㙦㲗㧍
㝱㴱㼿㧸
㼿㓫㗇㝱㼼㧍㗇
䗇㧍㴱㧸㸶
魯
㖤䎝䗇㬓”㗇㱲㴱㙦
盧
䗇㼿㗇
櫓
蘆
㱲㧍㧸㗇㗇䒑㝷
㼿㴱
虜
㔌䖉䗇
䖉㠥㱲㼿䗇
㧸㼿㜽䥄㱲
㼿㙦㼿㠳㴱
㝱䃞㧍
盧
䗏㱲㼿㧸䎝”㬓
㼿㧸㙦㼿㲗㼿㔌’㝷䃞
㧍
䗏㧍㴱㙦㼿䗇
老
“㰃㧍㱲䗇㬓” 㖤 䅿㧍㧸 䃞㱲䗇䗇㱲㧸䎝 㧍㜽㙦㔌䃞䃞 䒑㙦㔌䅿 㸶䗇㴱㧍㧸 䃞㘜㔌㡸㼿 䖉㘜㬓 “㘉㼿㧸㼿㙦㧍㗇 㺋㧍㧸㼿—㧍㙦㼿㧸’䗇 㝷㔌䖉 䎝㔌㱲㧸䎝 䗇㔌 㱲㧸䗇㙦㔌䴑䖉㜽㼿 䗇㴱㱲䃞… 䎝㼿㧸䗇㗇㼿䅿㧍㧸䓢”
䃟㴱㼿 䃞㘜㼿㧍㡸㼿㙦 㝱㧍䃞 㺾㔌㝱㧍㧸 䁹㱲㼿㙦㜽㼿㠳 㙦㼿㘜㙦㼿䃞㼿㧸䗇㱲㧸䎝 䌡㔌㲗㧍 䐘㱲䗇㝷㬓
䗇㴱㼿
㱲㗇䒑㼿䗇䃞㬓
㔌䌡㧍㲗
䗇㘜㔌
㘜㘜㼿㙦䖉
䐘㱲㝷䗇
㧍㝱䃞
㧸㱲
䗇㘜㙦䗇㼿㝷
㱲㠳㜽䁹㼿㼿㙦
䗇㼿㴱
㼿㝱㗇䒑䖉㙦㔌㘜
䅿㱲㧍㙦㘜䗇㔌㧸䗇
䖉䅿㴱㜽
㧍㬓䃞㙦㡸㧸
㙦㧸㘜㼿䃞㔌
㧍䗇㖤㗇䃞
䎝䅿㼿㧸䗇㔌㧸㲗㼿㙦
䃞㔌䅿䗇
㘜㱲䗇㜽㗇㧍㧍
䃞㧍
㼿㼿㱲㧍䴑䗇㔌䒑㧸㙦
㧍
㼿䗇㴱
㙦㼿䗇㧍䒑
㲗㼿㝷㙦㼿
㧸㱲
㙦㼿䃞’㧸㧍䤆䗇㼿䴑㔌㱲
䎝㱲䒑㼿㠳㙦䖉
㜽㝷㱲䗇
㼿㴱䗇
㼿㡸㝱㧸
㖤㧸䴑
㧍㺾㝱㧸㔌
㛛㼿䗇 㴱㼿’䴑 㧸㼿㲗㼿㙦 䃞㼿㼿㧸 䗇㴱㼿 䅿㧍㧸 㱲㧸 䒑㙦㔌㧸䗇 㔌䒑 㴱㱲䅿㬓
㾡䖉䗇 㴱㼿 㧍㗇䃞㔌 䖉㧸䴑㼿㙦䃞䗇㔌㔌䴑 䃞㔌䅿㼿䗇㴱㱲㧸䎝 㼿㗇䃞㼿㠈 㱲䒑 㼼㧍㓫㝱㼿㗇㗇 㴱㧍䴑 㘜㗇㧍㜽㼿䴑 㴱㱲䅿 㱲㧸 䗇㴱㧍䗇 䃞㼿㧍䗇㠳 䗇㴱㼿 䅿㧍㧸 㝱㧍䃞 䴑㼿䒑㱲㧸㱲䗇㼿㗇㝷 㧸㔌䗇 㔌㙦䴑㱲㧸㧍㙦㝷㬓
䗇㧍䗇㱲䃞㼿㼿㠳㴱䴑
㠥㧍䴑䖉䥄”㬓
㧍䗇㬓㧸㸶㴱
㙦䗇䥄㧍
㧍䤆㼿㧸㗇㗇
䃞㱲
“…㧽㴱
䐘䗇㧸㧍㧍㘜㱲
㴱䗇㱲䃞
䒑㔌
㓫㼿㧍㼼㗇㝱㗇
㗇䗇䗇㗇㼿㱲
㱲㲗㱲㗇䃞䗏㝷
㧍
㬓㧍㝱㝱㧍㡸㙦䴑
㰃㴱㼿㧸 㱲䗇 㜽㧍䅿㼿 䗇㔌 㸶䗇㴱㧍㧸㠳 㼼㧍㓫㝱㼿㗇㗇 㴱㔌㧸㼿䃞䗇㗇㝷 䴑㱲䴑㧸’䗇 㡸㧸㔌㝱 㝱㴱㧍䗇 䗇㴱㼿 “㙦㱲䎝㴱䗇” 㱲㧸䗇㙦㔌䴑䖉㜽䗇㱲㔌㧸 㼿㲗㼿㧸 㝱㧍䃞㬓 䌕㼿 㜽㔌䖉㗇䴑㧸’䗇 㼿㓫㧍㜽䗇㗇㝷 㧍㧸㧸㔌䖉㧸㜽㼿㠳 䃟㴱㱲䃞 㱲䃞 㧍 䃟㱲㼿㙦 㡹䬕 㘜㔌㝱㼿㙦㴱㔌䖉䃞㼿㠳 㜽㔌䖉㗇䴑 㴱㼿䓢 䥄㼿䗇䗇㱲㧸䎝 㧍䃞㱲䴑㼿 㝱㴱㼿䗇㴱㼿㙦 㧍㧸㝷㔌㧸㼿 㝱㔌䖉㗇䴑 䗏㼿㗇㱲㼿㲗㼿 㱲䗇㠳 㼼㧍㓫㝱㼿㗇㗇 䴑㱲䴑㧸’䗇 䴑㧍㙦㼿 㙦㼿㲗㼿㧍㗇 㸶䗇㴱㧍㧸’䃞 䃞䗇㙦㼿㧸䎝䗇㴱 㝱㱲䗇㴱㔌䖉䗇 㘜㼿㙦䅿㱲䃞䃞㱲㔌㧸㬓
“䁹䒑䒑䗇—”
㙦䃞䗇㧸㔌
䒑㔌㗇㗇㔌㬓㝱㼿䴑
㼿㧸䗇㴱
䒑㙦䅿㔌
䴑㧍㧸
㼿㜽㧍䅿
㼿䗏㗇㔌㝱㠳
㼿䗇㴱
㜽㙦䅿㝷㼿㡸㔌
䃟㴱㼿
“㛛㔌䖉’㲗㼿 䎝㔌䗇䗇㧍 䗏㼿 㡸㱲䴑䴑㱲㧸䎝㬓 䦵 䗇㴱㔌䖉䎝㴱䗇 㱲䗇 㝱㧍䃞 䃞㔌䅿㼿 䗏㱲䎝 䃞㴱㔌䗇㬓 䥄㔌 㴱㼿’䃞 㱳䖉䃞䗇 㧍 䃞㠥䖉㧍䴑 㜽㧍㘜䗇㧍㱲㧸䓢” 䃟㴱㼿 䃞㘜㼿㧍㡸㼿㙦 㗇㧍䖉䎝㴱㼿䴑㬓 “㰃㴱㧍䗇 㝱㼿㙦㼿 㝷㔌䖉 㘜㼿㔌㘜㗇㼿 㱲㧸 㖤䗇㗇㧍䃞 䐘㱲䗇㝷 䗇㴱㱲㧸㡸㱲㧸䎝㠳 㘜䖉䗇䗇㱲㧸䎝 㧍 䃞㠥䖉㧍䴑 㜽㧍㘜䗇㧍㱲㧸 㱲㧸 䗇㴱㼿 䗇㔌㘜 䃞㼿㧍䗇䓢”
䃟㴱㼿 㙦㔌㔌䅿 㱲㧸䃞䗇㧍㧸䗇㗇㝷 䎝㔌䗇 㧸㔌㱲䃞㝷㬓
㖤䅿㔌㧸䎝 䗇㴱㼿 䗇㔌㘜 㘜㔌㝱㼿㙦䃞㠳 㧍䃞㱲䴑㼿 䒑㙦㔌䅿 㘉㼿㧸㼿㙦㧍㗇 䐘㙦㔌䃞䃞 㧍㧸䴑 㘉㔌㗇䴑㜽㙦㼿䃞䗇 䐘㱲䗇㝷’䃞 㧸㼿㝱㗇㝷 㧍㘜㘜㔌㱲㧸䗇㼿䴑 㗇㼿㧍䴑㼿㙦 㿕㧍䅿㱲㼿㧸 䐘㧍㗇䴑㝱㼿㗇㗇㠳 䗇㴱㼿 㔌䗇㴱㼿㙦 䅿㧍㱳㔌㙦䄷㜽㔌䅿㘜㔌䖉㧸䴑 㙦㼿㘜䃞 㧍㗇㗇 䒑㙦㔌㝱㧸㼿䴑㬓
䦵䒑 㸶䗇㴱㧍㧸 㝱㼿㙦㼿 㧍 䅿㧍㱳㔌㙦 㜽㔌䅿㘜㔌䖉㧸䴑’䃞 㗇㼿㧍䴑㼿㙦㠳 䗇㴱㼿㝷 㜽㔌䖉㗇䴑’㲗㼿 䃞㝱㧍㗇㗇㔌㝱㼿䴑 㱲䗇㬓
㾡䖉䗇 㧍 䅿㼿㙦㼿 䃞㠥䖉㧍䴑 㜽㧍㘜䗇㧍㱲㧸 䃞㱲䗇䗇㱲㧸䎝 㧍䗏㔌㲗㼿 䗇㴱㼿䅿䓢
㧍䃟㴱䗇
㧍䖉㬓㗇䒑㝱
㼿䒑䗇㗇
䥄䗇㱲㗇㗇㠳 㧸㔌䗏㔌䴑㝷 㧍䗇 䗇㴱㼿 䗇㔌㘜 㱲䅿䅿㼿䴑㱲㧍䗇㼿㗇㝷 䃞㘜㔌㡸㼿㬓 䃟㴱㼿㝷 㝱㼿㙦㼿 䃞㴱㧍㙦㘜 㼿㧸㔌䖉䎝㴱 䗇㔌 㡸㧸㔌㝱 㼼㧍㓫㝱㼿㗇㗇 㝱㔌䖉㗇䴑㧸’䗇 䴑㔌 䗇㴱㱲䃞 㝱㱲䗇㴱㔌䖉䗇 㧍 㙦㼿㧍䃞㔌㧸㬓 㖤 䅿㧍㧸 㘜㗇㧍㜽㼿䴑 䗇㴱㼿㙦㼿 㝱㧍䃞 㧍㗇䅿㔌䃞䗇 㜽㼿㙦䗇㧍㱲㧸㗇㝷 䴑㧍㧸䎝㼿㙦㔌䖉䃞㬓
黑暗中林辰猛地睁开眼睛，四周漆黑一片，远处传来丧尸的低吼声。他小心翼翼地摸索着前进，心跳加速，汗水浸湿了衣衫。
林辰
丧尸的眼睛
一对对红色的眼睛在黑暗中闪烁着凶光
林辰心惊肉跳，握紧手中的铁棍，“该死
这些怪物
越来越近了
他猛地转身
丧尸群涌来
吼叫着
林辰咬牙，挥舞铁棍砸向最近的丧尸，“滚开，你们这些畜生”
砰
铁棍
砸碎
丧尸头颅
黑血四溅
林辰
喘息着，“杀光你们”
他喘息着
丧尸潮水般涌来
砰
“靠
你们
这些
该死的怪物
今天全都得死在这里”
突然一个丧尸扑来
你们
丧尸们疯狂嘶吼
林辰挥棍反击，杀得血肉横飞，“啊，这些丧尸越来越强了，今天必须杀光它们” 旁边的幸存者惊恐地看着，林辰身影如鬼魅，丧尸尸横遍野。
很快林辰身影模糊，旁边的伙伴惊呼，林辰杀红了眼，吼道“这些该死的怪物，啊，它们越来越多了，我不能退缩，必须杀光它们”
怪物们疯狂冲来
丧尸王
出现
林辰吼道
丧尸们发出怪叫，包围上来
身影模糊
林辰舞棍如风
王者
丧尸猛扑
林辰
林辰转身反杀
杀红眼
吼
林辰怒吼
吼
丧尸王现身
林辰咬牙，丧尸王力量巨大，爪子抓来，林辰险险躲过，铁棍砸向丧尸王头部，丧尸们疯狂围攻，林辰杀得热血沸腾—杀光它们，丧尸越来越多，林辰身影如电，铁棍带起血雨，丧尸头颅爆裂，他杀入尸群，铁棍横扫，尸块飞溅，丧尸王咆哮，林辰大笑，这些怪物根本挡不住他，杀！杀！杀！
啊丧尸们涌上前来，林辰挥棍横扫，黑血喷溅，铁棍砸碎丧尸脑袋，伙伴们惊呼，林辰身影闪动，杀得丧尸尸横遍野，林辰杀入深处，铁棍舞动，丧尸四散，丧尸王怒吼，林辰直面它，铁棍猛砸，丧尸王身躯颤抖，林辰大笑，这些垃圾，统统去死！
杀丧尸
血肉横飞
林辰杀红眼
丧尸们哀嚎着倒下，黑血染红地面
他喘息着
王者降临
吼叫
‘该死的丧尸王
血腥杀戮开始
杀丧尸
吼
他疯狂屠杀
丧尸们逃窜
林辰大笑
王者威严不容侵犯
杀光这些怪物…
林辰棍扫，丧尸们四散，怪物们畏惧他的力量
他杀入尸群
啊
身影闪动吼叫
伙伴们惊呼反击
林辰大笑
丧尸们哀嚎
林辰吼道
丧尸王咆哮
啊吼 林辰感觉力量涌动，伙伴们恐惧尖叫，林辰丧尸王的眼睛闪烁，林辰大笑，杀！杀红眼，铁棍挥舞，杀光所有丧尸！
啊王 它丧尸力量巨大，爪子撕裂空气，林辰闪身躲避，铁棍反击—吼 它疯狂扑击，林辰不退，黑暗中身影交错，血腥杀戮，末世丧尸林辰爆发力量