My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse
Chapter 253 Battle with the Undead Army 2

Chapter 253 Battle with the Undead Army 2

With the introduction of Grandpa Philip and William to the battle, the Undead army was like fish on the chopping board.

Moreover, the elite army was also causing havoc everywhere.

Whim!

Meanwhile, Chloe had finished repairing the formation.

A light sound came from the formation protecting the ark, and the slight crack on it disappeared.

"Hurray!" The ordinary people inside the ark cried in jubilation.

Now, with the complete repair of the formation, they knew it would be impossible for the Undead army to breach their defense.

"Something is coming!!" Susan and Kira said at the same time.

They looked at each other and realized the panic on each other's faces. They realized what they were facing were the weakest batch of the Undead army.

Taking the radio, Kira said quickly to it.

"Nika, tell them to conserve their strength. More powerful enemies are coming."

On the ark, Nika heard Kira's command, and a slight frown appeared on his face.

Quickly, he relayed the news to William, Grandpa Philip, and the elite soldiers.

When they heard the news, their expressions were grim. They tightened their hands on their weapons, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance.

Now that they concentrated on the distance, they could feel the oppressive atmosphere that was approaching very fast.

"Stay with the elite team, I will handle those coming…" Grandpa Philip said, looking at William.

"Alright." William agreed and moved toward the elite team.

The battle continued, but the killing spree of the Genesis has all reduced. Nevertheless, the Undead army had almost been vanquished.

Suddenly, a loud, heavy footstep came from the distance. The footstep echoed in thousands, making the ground quiver.

Under the dim weather, the people could see a giant Undead army. Each of these Undead soldiers was thrice the previous ordinary Undead army.

Moreover, around the Undead army, a dark, eerie smoke lingered from the flesh as if it was eating away.

Seeing this sent shivers down the spines of everyone watching it. Only the stronger ones could still maintain their calm expression.

The Undead army moved quickly and arrived a couple of meters from Grandpa Philip with lifeless oppressive force.

Also, the humans noticed the air was being contaminated, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"What is this?!" Grandpa Philip said with shock written on his face.

Screech! Screech!

An eerie screech came from the Undead army, making the spines of everyone drenched in cold sweats.

The tension was palpable, everyone holding their breath with fear and panic gnawing on their souls.

Those inside the formation were better off and didn't feel the heavy oppression from the Tier 1 Undead army.

"Formation!" Grandpa Philip shouted.

He took the heavy shield from his back, holding it with his left hand, retreating slowly toward William and the elite soldiers' direction.

Screech! Screech!

The bizarre cry came once again from the Undead army, but this time around, they rushed toward the humans.

Every step of theirs left a deep crack on the ground with a trace of dark corrosive air.

Watching the incoming Undead army, the elite soldiers maintained their composure with beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Their hearts were beating as if wanting to jump out of their chests.

"Ready! Ready!" Grandpa Philip shouted with a solemn expression.

"Charge!" he screamed and rushed forward with his shield right in front of his body.

Bang!

A deafening sound echoed, and everyone sucked in a cold breath.

Everyone saw Grandpa Philip sent flying.

Crashing to the ground, Grandpa Philip rolled a couple of meters before coming to a stop.

Shaking his head continuously from the dizziness, Grandpa Philip struggled to stand up and looked at the Undead in a new light.

"This would be the greatest threat we've faced since the beginning of the apocalypse," he murmured, and his heart skipped a beat.

Throwing the unnecessary thought out of his mind, he looked at his shield and smiled.

'Thanks to the king for allowing us to have access to such a vast knowledge to create something as good as this…'

Even though he was sent flying by the Tier 1 Undead soldier, he only sustained a minor scratch on his body.

The shield protected him.

"Let's go once again." He shouted and rushed toward the battle.

This time around, he knew not to meet the fist of the Tier 1 Undead soldier head-on.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

The miserable screams of soldiers being killed or being eaten alive reverberated under the dark sky.

The Undead soldiers didn't care about any physical attack, going on all attack.

To kill a single Tier 1 Undead soldier, it would take three elite soldiers working together.

William, covered in bruises and blood, swung his dagger fiercely with bloodshot eyes.

He had lost count of how many times he was sent flying or how many times his arm was twisted to an impossible angle.

Making him feel the most intense pain he ever felt in his life.

Yet, he forced himself back to his feet, gnashing his teeth, and straightened his arm to continue the battle.

The fight was brutal and fierce.

"Die!" Grandpa Philip rushed to rescue a group of elite soldiers that were surrounded.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His dark long polearm moved back and forth, striking the heads of the Undead soldiers.

Cracks appeared on their faces, but there was no expression on their faces. They only fell to their feet with empty sockets looking at Grandpa Philip.

Not giving them a chance to recover, Grandpa Philip struck them once again before he squashed their heads for good.

"T-Thank you…" One of the elite soldiers said in gratitude.

"Stay together and continue fighting," Grandpa Philip said and rushed into the fierce battle.

Inside the ark, sadness and grief filled the air while some women were weeping, seeing their lovers or fathers being eaten alive by the Undead soldiers.

Even though there were many people weeping, filled with sorrow.

No one had the thought of consoling them because everyone could see from the faces of the upper echelon that the battle was far from over.

Who would die or survive was yet to be known.