The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 667

**Chapter 667: Steel Wires and Gleamstones**

Clang!

The sound echoed ominously as steel wires were firmly anchored into the walls on either side of the narrow corridor.

By the time the last wire was secured, a long-haired zombie, its grotesque features twisted in a relentless hunger, had already lunged forward, propelled by an insatiable urge for flesh.

Kyle and Graham instinctively stepped back, creating a small buffer between themselves and the oncoming threat.

Shh—

With a speed that was nothing short of terrifying, the mutated zombie barreled through the steel wires, its momentum unyielding.

In an instant, the wires sliced through its body with surgical precision; even the hardest part—the skull—was penetrated from above the eyebrows, a testament to the creature’s incredible velocity.

Kyle, with practiced ease, drew a gleaming katana from the sheath on his back. With a swift, decisive motion, he extracted a gleamstone the size of a child’s fist from the severed head of the zombie, its surface shimmering in the dim light.

A Level 5 speed-type mutated zombie—killed in an instant.

Just then, a horde of dark figures materialized from the shadows of the corridor ahead, drawn in by the sounds of chaos and the scent of blood.

Zombies of every conceivable form surged forward, their bodies swaying grotesquely as they charged with a singular purpose.

Kyle and Graham exchanged a knowing glance, a silent agreement passing between them.

With urgency, both men grasped several steel wires in their hands, layering them into the walls with a deftness that spoke of experience and skill.

As they hammered down more than a dozen layers of wire nets, the zombies continued their relentless advance. They crashed through the first steel wire, only to be met by the second, and then the third, each layer a testament to their determination.

Among the throng were strength-mutated zombies and those with hardened bodies, their grotesque forms littering the ground as they fell. By the time the last steel wire was reached, over twenty zombies had been dispatched, their lifeless bodies strewn across the corridor.

Calvin, watching from a safe distance, felt a surge of admiration wash over him. He was utterly captivated by the professionalism and skill displayed by Kyle and Graham.

I can only imagine the countless hordes they must have faced to hone such prowess. While ordinary people would falter in fear, these operatives moved with the confidence of seasoned warriors, as if the ground beneath them was completely flat and free of danger.

I know for certain that even the most formidable commanders from the East Sea would find themselves outmatched by just one of them. Their strength, their abilities—everything about them is nothing short of terrifying.

Kyle and Graham did not push forward. After drawing the zombies in with the sounds of battle, they waited, counting the seconds as the tension mounted. Three minutes passed without further incident, and finally, they removed the last steel wire, their expressions calm and collected.

The others quickly set to work, clearing the path, excavating the gleamstones, and enlisting the earth-type supernatural users to construct a makeshift path over the scattered corpses.

Calvin, eager to contribute with his fire abilities, ignited flames in his palms, but as soon as he did, an overwhelming force extinguished them.

“The oxygen here is insufficient. Fire can’t be used,” came the cool, dispassionate voice of Theresa, cutting through the tension like a knife.

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