Apocalypse: King of Zombies Chapter 1250: New Powers of the Fallen Star Squad

Ethan turned to him and inquired, “What about you, Henry?”

With a sigh, Henry shook his head. “I suppose I’m fated to stay in support. My fresh Stage C skill is a Light-type power—Divine Shield.”

“It resembles Miles’s in a way, yet differs. The shield’s power grows based on the mental energy I invest.”

“The maximum strength remains unknown for now. We’ll experiment with it shortly.”

“Plus, I’m able to apply it to myself or anyone in the group.”

Growing somewhat excited, he went on. “Moreover, my Healing-type skill has advanced. Now I possess group healing—as long as you’re inside ten meters from me, I can restore you all simultaneously.”

Ethan’s gaze brightened. “Excellent. That changes everything. Your ability makes the whole team much more secure.”

“Spot on.” Chris chuckled. “Henry, your abilities outshine pure offense. You hold my life in your hands starting today.”

“Perhaps for the others,” Henry replied, rolling his eyes. “But not you.”

“Why not?!” Chris grabbed his chest in exaggeration. “After all our years—was everything fake?”

“Cut it out.” Henry appeared truly irked. “You act like a ghost constantly. Once you vanish, you’re invisible to me. How do I even place the shield?”

“…Uh.”

Chris slumped. “Alright, fine. That’s reasonable.”

“Chris, Henry’s Divine Shield won’t serve you well,” Ethan noted with amusement. “Should he somehow apply it, it could disrupt your stealth.”

Next, he eyed the following member. “Sean. Your turn?”

Excitement beamed on Sean’s face, his control slipping.

“My latest skill is brutal,” he declared, tone escalating. “I’m the squad’s tank from here out. Garrick’s done.”

“Oh?” Interest sparked across the group. “Which one?”

“Thornmail.”

Sean pounded his chest. “It creates an armor coating over my form. Beyond absorbing greater damage, it bounces some back at foes.”

“Holy shit.” Several gawked at him. “That’s crazy.”

Ethan bent closer. “What percentage does it return?”

“Roughly thirty percent.”

“Even that’s massive,” Ethan affirmed, nodding.

“My metalization power upgraded as well,” Sean rushed to say. “It now envelops my entire frame. Combined with Thornmail, I could withstand strikes from a Tier 15 powerhouse easily.”

“Wow.” Ethan chuckled. “True enough, tank duties can switch now.”

Sean glanced back, smirking at Garrick. “So? I’m Fallen Star Squad’s top tank henceforth.”

“Tch.” Garrick rolled his eyes. “Fine, play meat shield if you like. Think taking hits nonstop is enjoyable?”

Tanking involved enduring the harshest blows. Garrick wouldn’t complain if another claimed the role.

Ethan directed his attention his way. “Okay, Garrick. Yours?”

“Mine’s support-oriented,” Garrick stated. “Suppression Field.”

“Enemies inside a hundred and fifty feet get slowed by it. The reduction varies with their power level.”

“Weaker than me? They’re nearly frozen. Far weaker… and I squash them flat.”

“Stronger foes see diminished results—the wider the difference, the feebler it becomes.”

Ever pragmatic, he calculated aloud. “Versus a Tier 14 peer, over fifty percent slowdown. Tier 15, perhaps thirty. Tier 16, minimal—ten percent tops. Higher tiers render it pointless.”

“Still solid,” Ethan commented. “In battles, pace is key, particularly versus elite Tiers. Often you can’t land a hit. Such a debuff proves vital.”

Garrick agreed with a nod. “Yep, I like it.”

“My Innate Ability advanced too. Rockfall became Meteor Storm—now summoning over a hundred meteors simultaneously. Both might and coverage surged dramatically.”

“Holy shit!” Big Mike’s eyes bulged. “You’ll outpace my zombie clears now?”

In Clearford City’s million-zombie onslaught, Garrick’s defeat had swelled Big Mike’s ego immensely. He never foresaw Garrick gaining an ultimate area wipe.

The title alone hinted it outdid Big Mike’s Rain of Flames in ferocity.

“You bet,” Garrick grinned. “Next horde like that, I won’t fall behind.”

“That’s unfair!” Big Mike moaned.

Ethan intervened swiftly. “Stop complaining. Big Mike—yours?”

Big Mike’s expression soured as if his day were destroyed. “I’m in agony, alright?”

“Upon reaching Stage C, my new skill emerged as Speed Boost.”

“Surpasses Sean’s Stage D boost—fifty percent for me—but worthless anyway. I battle atop a flying mount usually. What’s speed for?”

“My Innate Ability progressed too. Gained Immolation Aura—a fiery ring encircling me, harming all nearby.”

His own skills seemed to insult him. “Worst of all? It strikes allies and enemies alike.”

“Mounted on Nugget, how can I deploy it?”

“Thus, airborne on Nugget, both skills flop. Useless entirely.”

Ethan let out a chuckle. “Or… maybe try not battling on Nugget constantly. Those two skills greatly enhance your survivability. I’d say that’s a solid win.”

“Don’t depend on the flying mount too heavily,” he continued, his voice growing serious. “Facing true monsters, staying atop Nugget could actually hinder you.”

Big Mike sighed deeply. “Yeah, I see your point. I just… adore fighting from Nugget’s back. I drop Rain of Flames from the sky and forget all other concerns.”

“That’s precisely why your real combat strength isn’t advancing,” Skinny Pete stated flatly. “No more riding Nugget in battles from here on out.”

Big Mike flinched. “What? No—seriously?!”

“It’s final.” Ethan showed no hesitation. “Aside from travel, Nugget stays off the battlefield for rides. It can battle independently anyway.”

Big Mike fell quiet, seeming as though he’d received a sentence of brutal labor.

“And you, Skinny Pete?” Ethan questioned, shifting his gaze to him.

“Picked up a new skill myself,” Skinny Pete replied. “At last, some proper crowd control. A wind-based power—Tornado.”

“I summon a tornado over an area. It inflicts damage on all inside while pulling them in, making escape tough.”

“Naturally, resisting the suction hinges on their power level,” he explained further. “If the foe’s far stronger, they can muscle out of the tornado’s reach.”

Ethan nodded approvingly. “Solid. Now you’ve got another powerhouse move in your arsenal.”

His smile sharpened noticeably. “Though I’m more intrigued by your Innate Ability’s evolution.”

Skinny Pete beamed with satisfaction. “Beast Control ramped up its command strength and added a fresh perk—I can now converse with mutant beasts.”

“Like… grasping exactly what they say.”

Ethan’s eyebrows shot up. “Does that link work only with your controlled mutant beasts, or every mutant beast out there?”

“All mutant beasts, duh,” Skinny Pete answered as if obvious. “The controlled ones? I’ve always had mental chats with them.”

“Might extend past mutant beasts too,” he mused hesitantly. “Feels like it could apply to other creatures, since I detect their intentions via mental pulses—like pure intent.”

Ethan’s eyes sparkled. “Oh?”

“If so… that power’s set to be ridiculously overpowered.”

“Yeah.” Skinny Pete grinned widely, thrilled. “That’s my exact take.”