The battlefield froze—like someone had hit pause on the entire war.
Tension crackled in the air as everyone locked eyes on the figure in white.
"The hell… It's him again!"
"That's the Zombie King!"
Howard's face went pale. His gut twisted with dread.
"Shit! He's going for the Starbreaker Cannon!" he shouted, finally snapping out of it. But it was too late. Way too late. There was no stopping it now.
Ethan stood calmly atop the Guard Mech, eyes scanning the massive weapon before him. He looked almost… impressed.
"So this is humanity's big gun, huh?" he murmured. "Gotta admit—it's a beast."
Then he raised his fist.
A surge of blood-red energy exploded around him, roaring to life like a wildfire. The pressure that followed was suffocating—an overwhelming force that made the air itself feel heavier.
This was the power of a Zombie King.
And after absorbing three SSS-grade crystal cores, Ethan wasn't just strong—he was a monster.
He threw a punch.
