Chapter 46: Killing The First Level 3 Zombie

Chapter 46: Killing The First Level 3 Zombie

Zorvax and Ophelia found themselves standing against a hulking behemoth, the likes of which they had never seen—a level 3 zombie with skin-like red-hot coals and a flaming sword that seemed to crave destruction. The pair exchanged a glance, a silent communication of their shared unease and resolve.

"Target its weak points—the joints and eyes," Zorvax instructed, his voice steady despite the towering foe before them. "Use your elemental bullets. We need to slow it down."

Ophelia nodded, her grip on her guns tightening. She focused, calling forth the power of water within her, channelling it into the firearms. With a concentrated effort, she pulled the triggers, sending forth bullets formed from condensed, high-pressure water.

However, as the bullets made contact, they splashed harmlessly against the zombie's thick hide, leaving no mark. Ophelia's eyes widened in shock. "It's... it's like shooting at a mountain!"

Zorvax also watched in disbelief. "I knew it would be tough, but this is beyond my expectations," he gritted his teeth. "Their strength is off the charts."

But surrender was not in Zorvax's nature. With a determined grunt, he took advantage of the monster's large, lumbering movements. He charged forward, agile and quick, darting past the fiery arcs of the zombie's sword.

He leapt high, sword poised for a decapitating blow, only to find his weapon unable to penetrate the creature's skin. The bone sword, a formidable weapon against lesser zombies, was akin to a blunt instrument against this adversary.

Landing nimbly on his feet, Zorvax scowled at the futility of his attack. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath. "It's like hacking at stone!"

Retreating to Ophelia's side, he reassessed their strategy. The frustration on his face was clear, the situation growing more dire with each failed attempt.

Ophelia, seeing the concern etched into Zorvax's features, asked, "What's the plan now?"

He took a moment, his mind racing for solutions. "We continue," he finally said, his expression hardening. "It's slow, which is its only weakness. We use that. We keep moving, keep attacking. We chip away at the mountain."

Ophelia nodded, inspired by Zorvax's unwavering spirit despite the odds. "We'll bring this giant down together," she said, a determined glint in her eyes.

They circled the zombie, keeping a distance from its sweeping, fiery blade. Zorvax would dart in, delivering swift, calculated strikes before retreating to safety. Ophelia kept up a steady stream of elemental shots, now aiming not to penetrate but to distract and disorient.

Grasping the hilt of the fiery sword, Zorvax felt the weight of the weapon—a stark contrast to his own lighter-bone sword. His muscles tensed, his veins standing out against his grey skin as he hefted the sword with a grunt of effort. The heat from the flames licked his skin, but it did not burn him; the bionic enhancements in his body seemed to ward off the flames' damage.

"Keep its focus, Ophelia!" Zorvax shouted back, his voice resonant and commanding. "I need an opening!"

Ophelia did not miss a beat, ramping up her assault, her guns blazing with increased fury. The water bullets, now infused with a tinge of her elemental energy, struck with more force, causing the giant to reel with each hit.

With the beast distracted by Ophelia's relentless attack, Zorvax found his opportunity. He sprinted, the heavy blade in his grasp feeling lighter with each adrenaline-fueled stride. He was a blur, a shadow that moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior.

The red zombie's head was an inferno of rage, its eyes tracking Ophelia's movements, oblivious to the true threat approaching from the side. Zorvax leapt into the air, and the flaming sword raised high above his head, his body coiled like a spring.

"NOW!" Zorvax roared as he descended, channelling all his supernatural strength into a devastating downward arc.

The blade met the zombie's head with a thunderous clang, the sound of metal cleaving through the resistance of flesh and bone. The fiery sword, coupled with Zorvax's full might, did what his bone sword could not—the red zombie's head was severed, toppling to the ground with a dull thud. The body stood motionless for a moment before crumpling into a heap, the light in its eyes extinguishing like a snuffed candle.

Ophelia ceased firing, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she witnessed the fall of the titan. A sense of awe and disbelief washed over her, her guns lowering as the reality of their victory sank in.

Zorvax stood panting, the fiery sword now resting at his side, its flames dimming upon the zombie's death. His chest heaved with exertion, his expression one of exhausted triumph.

"We did it," Ophelia whispered her voice a mixture of relief and amazement.

"We did," Zorvax agreed, a small smile cracking his stern demeanour. "Your aim was true, Ophelia. You've become quite the sharpshooter."

Ophelia, still catching her breath, managed a weary chuckle. "And you... quite the swordsman. Who knew a level 3's weapon could be turned against them?"

Together, they looked at the fallen giant, their minds already turning to the rewards their victory would yield. The hunt had been perilous, and the fight was gruelling, but together, they had emerged victorious.