Apocalypse: King of Zombies Chapter 1477: The Agreement Died in Greyspine

The Stoneplate Behemoth’s death seemed to snap something in the Outland Beasts.

The moment the beasts around the battlefield began howling, the entire mountain range answered.

Roars erupted from every direction—ridge to ridge, valley to valley—like a chain reaction. Then Greyspine Range .

Outland Beasts poured toward the scene in a frenzy, as if the whole range had decided there was only one thing left to do.

Kill.

Outside the mountains, the major races were still searching for Ethan’s group with grim persistence.

A full day and night had passed. They’d practically flipped the Southern Region inside out... and still found nothing.

No sightings. No traces. Nobody had seen those humans anywhere.

Just as the search leaders were starting to ask themselves where the targets could’ve vanished to, the first wave of howls rolled out of Greyspine Range.

And it wasn’t just a few.

It was the entire range screaming.

That kind of movement had never happened before. Not like this. Not all at once.

And the timing was too perfect to ignore.

"Did those humans hide inside Greyspine Range?" someone asked, brows drawn tight.

"It’s possible," another said immediately. "We’ve searched every other zone. No one’s seen them. If they’re in the range... it explains everything."

"So what do we do?" a third voice cut in. "They’re in Greyspine—do we still chase?"

A cold voice answered without hesitation.

"Chase." It came from one of the Stage SS experts sent from the Central Region, his expression like carved stone. "Humanity’s reappearance concerns the safety of every race on Eldoria. We find them."

His eyes narrowed, killing intent leaking out in a thin, sharp line.

"At minimum, we extract information from them—anything about the human race. Otherwise none of us will sleep."

Someone hesitated. "But Greyspine is Outland Beast territory. If we go in like this, we’ll be violating the agreement."

"We don’t have the luxury of caring right now," the Stage SS expert snapped. "We’ll ’explain’ after we catch them."

"...Understood."

With the three Stage SS experts at the front, countless figures surged forward—straight into Greyspine Range.

Deep within Greyspine Range...

Ethan stood at the center of a tight formation, recovering mental energy under Emily’s Energy Link.

Chris and the others held the outer ring. So did a swarm of soulless thralls, bodies moving like obedient shields as they blocked wave after wave of charging beasts.

There were Outland Beasts it should’ve been overwhelming.

They were rabid. Desperate. Coming from all sides.

But the Fallen Star Squad wasn’t what it used to be.

These beasts couldn’t even get close.

Ethan kept recovering while running True Sight, scanning through the writhing sea of bodies for something worth killing—high-Tier Stage S targets.

And this time, the range had done him a favor.

It really did feel like the entire mountain range had come running.

The number of beasts was beyond ridiculous. Even with True Sight, Ethan couldn’t see the end of it—just layers and layers of heat signatures, energy patterns, and moving masses stacked into the distance.

Which meant he didn’t have to waste time hunting.

The prey had delivered itself.

Not long after, Ethan’s eyes locked onto one signal.

Tier 35.

He didn’t hesitate.

Teleportation.

He blinked into the pack, poleaxe already swinging.

The Tier 35 beast barely had time to roar before the blade came down.

It tried to resist—muscle and instinct flaring, earth energy surging—

But against Ethan now, any struggle was pointless.

One strike.

Its head cracked apart.

Ethan flicked his poleaxe upward. A crystal core popped loose.

He caught it cleanly, then teleported back into the defensive circle without breaking pace.

He resumed scanning.

A minute later—another.

Tier 35 again.

Same approach.

Same result.

Another crystal core in his hand.

Tier 35 Outland Beasts were supposed to be dangerous.

Individually, they were.

But Ethan was worse.

Teleportation paired with Annihilation Strike, plus Dominion Gaze or Absolute Stasis whenever he felt like being extra sure—meant almost nothing could survive a clean hit.

So he kept going.

In and out of the beast horde like a blade slipping between ribs.

And every time a Tier 35 target showed its head...

Ethan took it off.

Just as Ethan was about to casually farm a few more Tier 34 beasts, True Sight caught something new.

Far off in the distance, countless silhouettes were racing this way at terrifying speed.

Ethan’s brows lifted. "Huh. They actually chased us all the way in here?"

Then he smiled, slow and sharp. "Heh... perfect."

With a flick of his hand, a dimensional rift opened.

"Alright, boys—move!"

"Hell yeah!" Big Mike grinned.

Everyone reacted instantly, diving into the rift.

Ethan cast one last regretful glance at the Stage SS corpse on the ground.

He really wanted to take it with him... but the thing was enormous. His storage ring simply couldn’t hold it.

No choice.

He swung his poleaxe in a wide sweep, blasting back the Outland Beasts rushing in from the sides, then stepped into the dimensional rift himself.

The moment he disappeared, the rift snapped shut—clean and silent, like it had never existed.

"ROAR—!"

The beasts howled at empty air, the sound thick with frustration and unwillingness.

"ROAR...!"

Then, from another direction, new roars erupted—different, angrier.

That was where the beasts had spotted a massive number of intelligent beings.

The Outland Beasts’ rage surged again.

"So you really think we’re easy to bully?!"

The swarm pivoted as one and stampeded toward the new noise.

When they finally saw them—rows upon rows of experts from countless races—the Outland Beasts froze for a heartbeat.

Shock flashed through their eyes.

And then Ethan’s earlier words resurfaced, ugly and poisonous.

Was he telling the truth?

Had the so-called intelligent races never truly taken the agreement seriously—only using it to buy time, letting the beasts grow stronger so their crystal cores would become more valuable?

For two months, the two sides had lived in uneasy peace.

But now?

Now these races had charged straight into Greyspine Range—into Outland Beast territory.

And among them... were Stage SS.

At that point, disbelief didn’t matter anymore. The proof was standing right there, breathing.

A pack of Stage S beasts roared, voices thick with fury.

"Shadowroc King! Fly to the Central Region—now! Tell the Beast Sovereign what’s happening here!"

"Beast Lord has been killed! Stage SS are leading an army of races into Greyspine to wipe out all Southern Region Outland Beasts!"

"And their words—tell the Sovereign every single one. Not a syllable missing!"

"Make the Sovereign judge for us!"

"Understood."

A colossal roc—black as midnight—nodded once. Its wings snapped open.

With one powerful beat, it launched into the sky and vanished into the distance, streaking toward the Central Region at a speed that made the air crackle.

At the edge of Greyspine Range...

The forces of the major races slammed headfirst into the endless tide of Outland Beasts.

The various experts hadn’t even processed what was going on before Outland Beasts came at them like a flood—feral, snarling, eyes red with hate.

The two sides collided instantly.

Steel and claws.

Spells and teeth.

Blood sprayed.

The leading Stage SS expert’s brows knotted. He shouted, voice amplified with power.

"Stand aside! We’re here to find someone—we don’t want to fight you!"

The Outland Beasts didn’t even pretend to listen.

They were past reason. Past negotiation. Whatever thin restraint the agreement had once forced on them—today it meant nothing.

The Stage SS expert’s eyes hardened.

"Fine."

"If you insist... don’t blame us."

The three Stage SS experts moved together.

Power erupted.

In an instant, entire swaths of Outland Beasts dropped, torn apart as if a scythe had swept through tall grass.

But instead of breaking the tide, it only fed the madness.

The Outland Beasts’ ferocity surged higher, more savage, more suicidal. They threw themselves at the invading army with teeth bared and lungs ripping from the force of their roars.

This was Greyspine Range.

Their land.

Since when did intelligent beings get to storm in and act like they owned the place?

The battle turned white-hot in seconds.

In that moment, words were worthless.

There was only one language left—

War.