Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1250: Chapter 1250 Lemonade

The zombie apocalypse had raged for two full years, an unrelenting storm of death and chaos that left the world barely recognizable.

Cities lay in ruins, their skyscrapers crumbling like brittle bones, streets littered with the abandoned remnants of humanity’s former life.

From the eight billion people who had once walked the Earth, only a few thousand remained, scattered across desolate lands, clinging to life in pockets of ruin.

Although the Evolved humans were present, their arrival did little to change the outcome.

They had always been the elite, the next stage of humanity’s desperate struggle against the undead, possessing abilities and strength far beyond ordinary survivors.

Yet even their impressive powers were no match for what they faced now.

The dead walkers had grown stronger, faster, and more relentless than anything the Evolved had encountered before.

Each step they took seemed to carry a horrifying weight, and their movements were coordinated with a terrifying precision.

In an instant, what should have been a manageable battle became a massacre.

The Evolved fought valiantly at first, unleashing their abilities with calculated precision and devastating force.

But the sheer numbers and newfound power of the dead walkers were overwhelming.

One by one, the Evolved fell, consumed by the unending tide of relentless, gnawing horrors.

What had been their advantage—their speed, strength, and evolved skills—was now irrelevant.

The undead had surpassed them, turning their once-feared adversaries into little more than helpless prey.

Within moments, the battlefield all over the world was littered with the fallen.

The Evolved, those who had once been humanity’s hope, became nothing more than zombie food, their screams swallowed by the unending moans of the dead.

Fear, despair, and hunger had hollowed them out, stripping away their hope until it seemed impossible for them to recover.

Every day was a fight, not just against the ravenous undead, but against the creeping hopelessness that gnawed at their minds.

Even the base that Ross had established, with Base Commander June at the helm, had not been immune to disaster.

Over the course of the ongoing chaos, it had been breached multiple times, each assault tearing through defenses and leaving destruction in its wake.

What had once been a thriving population of over 300,000 people had been reduced to a mere few hundred survivors, scattered and traumatized.

The base, once a symbol of security and strength, now stood as a shadow of its former self, its walls scarred and its halls silent except for the groans of the wounded.

Ross, however, paid little attention to the sheer scale of death around him.

His concern extended only to those who belonged to his personal harem, such as Bella and June, ensuring their safety above all else.

Aegis’s stronghold remained unbreached, as did his supermarket base, keeping all of his loved ones safe and sound.

Everyone else—soldiers, civilians, staff—was, in his eyes, nothing more than expendable flesh, a tool to be used and discarded at will.

Their lives and deaths held no real weight for him; yet he reveled in the illusion of concern, playing the role of a caring leader for anyone who might be watching.

Then, exactly two years after the zombie apocalypse began, the unimaginable occurred.

The sun, once a steadfast beacon in the sky, began to dim.

First it dulled to a pale yellow, then a sickly orange, until it finally disappeared entirely.

The world was plunged into total darkness, an oppressive, suffocating black that swallowed everything.

Shadows merged into shadows, and even the faintest glimmer of light was gone.

The wails of humanity rose in chorus, sharp and agonizing, echoing across empty cities and barren wastelands.

The sound was a lamentation of a species at the brink, a mournful reminder of the fragility of life.

“It has finally arrived,” Cyrus Thorn murmured, his eyes scanning the blackened sky.

He remained in a lotus position, his body still and composed, yet his mind simmered with anticipation.

Despite his earlier failure to remove the bindings that shackled his soul, he felt no fear.

None of that mattered now.

The world itself had reached a breaking point, a moment of complete vulnerability.

Cyrus’s gaze lingered on the horizon, where darkness stretched endlessly.

The air was thick with tension, and the silence between the cries of the few survivors seemed almost alive.

Everything had been reduced to its most basic elements: survival, fear, and power.

The apocalypse had stripped the world bare.

Two years of suffering, death, and decay had left it hollowed, weak, and desperate.

The undead roamed, yes, but even they were little more than instruments of chaos compared to what was coming.

The stage was set. The time had come.

A heavy, almost suffocating silence hung over the land, stretching out for what felt like an eternity.

The few remaining humans huddled in fear, their eyes scanning the darkness, their hearts pounding with dread.

And then, from the east, the stillness was shattered by a deafening, ear-splitting sound.

Bang!

The ground trembled under the force of the impact, sending dust and debris swirling into the air.

From the horizon emerged a colossal flying boat, a vessel so immense that it seemed to consume the skyline.

Its length stretched at least three thousand feet, and its breadth rivaled entire city blocks, making even the largest structures around it look insignificant.

Every surface of the boat gleamed with a golden radiance, a dazzling light that cut through the shadows and illuminated the devastation below.

For a few heartbeats, that brilliant glow was the only source of illumination, casting long, sharp shadows and making every detail of the surrounding ruins visible.

The sight alone was enough to leave onlookers paralyzed with awe.

Its sheer scale spoke of unimaginable power and advanced technology, a craft designed not merely to travel, but to dominate.

Even the undead, restless and relentless as they were, seemed to hesitate at the presence of such an overwhelming force.

For a brief moment, the world felt suspended, caught between fear and wonder.

Every eye turned toward the glowing behemoth, every heart filled with questions and dread.

And then, as if the spectacle itself were not enough, a new presence emerged on the horizon, more ominous, more threatening than anything seen before.

Boom!

A deafening sound tore through the air, and another massive behemoth appeared, approaching from the opposite direction.