Chapter 85: Severing Body Parts Of Zombie Leader (Golden Ticket Bonus)
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But before the attack could land, the Guardian Sprout moved.
Vines shot out instantly, wrapping tightly around the Zombie Leader’s arm, restraining it mid-motion. The tension in the vines was imnse, stretching to their limit as they held back that monstrous strength.
At the sa ti, an Archer Sprout stepped in, grabbing and reinforcing the vines, adding extra pulling force to stabilize the restraint.
The Zombie Leader struggled violently, trying to tear free.
"GRRRRAAAHHHH!!"
Its muscles bulged grotesquely as it pulled against the vines, which creaked under the strain, on the verge of snapping at any mont.
At that instant, the Warrior Sprout stepped forward. Its movents slowed for just a fraction of a second as its gaze locked onto the Zombie Leader. For the ti he had lost to soone.
This ti, there was no hesitation. No doubt.
Only one thought—revenge.
Tightening its grip on the blade, it rushed forward and struck.
"Clang!"
The blade hit hard at the Zombie Leader’s arm, but nothing happened.
The edge t thick, hardened flesh and failed to cut through, producing a harsh tallic sound, as if striking solid iron. No blood. No wound. No damage.
For a brief mont, it seed like a complete failure.
But the Warrior Sprout didn’t stop. Not even for a second. It didn’t step back. It didn’t hesitate.
Instead, it attacked again.
"Clang!"
Another strike. Still no damage. Again. And again.
Each blow landed on the exact sa spot. Its movents grew sharper, faster, more aggressive. It wasn’t trying once, it was trying until it succeeded.
Because this ti, it refused to lose.
The Zombie Leader continued thrashing, its muscles swelling as it tried to break free, the vines straining to their limits. But the Warrior Sprout remained focused.
It targeted the sa point—again and again.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Sparks flew with every impact as steel t hardened flesh. At first, nothing changed—but the repeated strikes began to take effect.
One strike.
Two.
Five.
Ten.
Fifteen—
twenty—
The resistance began to weaken. Fine cracks spread across the surface.
The Zombie Leader roared in pain, its body convulsing violently.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"
Its face twisted grotesquely, muscles spasming as agony overtook it.
And then—
"SLASH!!"
The blade finally broke through. The arm was severed.
The massive limb fell to the ground with a heavy thud, blackened blood spraying outward like a burst pipe.
"BOOOOM!!"
The impact shook the floor.
The Zombie Leader staggered backward, losing its balance, its roar turning into a distorted, pain-filled howl.
"RAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
It clutched at the empty space where its arm had been, its entire body trembling in uncontrollable agony.
Seeing the battle slowly tilt in their favor, Vikram’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He raised his hand and gave a short signal. At once, the formation shifted.
The Archer Sprouts, Fire Mage Sprout, and Water Mage Sprout all pulled back, creating distance. Only the Guardian Sprout and Warrior Sprout remained at the front.
This was now their fight.
The Zombie Leader, now blinded and missing one arm, let out a continuous, agonized roar.
"RAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
Its body trembled, black blood dripping from its wounds as it struggled to regain control. Unable to see, unable to locate properly, it relied purely on instinct.
With its remaining left arm, it clenched its massive fist and swung forward with full force, aiming blindly toward the last position it had sensed.
"BOOM!"
But this ti, it failed.
The Guardian Sprout stepped forward calmly, raising its shield.
Without the hamr’s weight behind it, the impact was significantly weaker.
The shield absorbed it completely.
At the sa ti, vines shot out again, wrapping tightly around the Zombie Leader’s left arm, restraining it just like before.
The monster struggled instantly, trying to pull back—but it was too late. The hold was firm, and the opening was perfect.
The Warrior Sprout didn’t waste even a fraction of a second. It moved in, and its blade struck.
"Clang!"
The first hit landed—no damage.
But just like before, it didn’t stop.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Strike after strike fell on the sa point, relentless and precise. The Zombie Leader roared in pain, its massive body thrashing violently as it tried to tear free from the vines.
"GRAAAAHHHHH!!!"
It pulled, twisted, and resisted with everything it had. But now it was weaker.
No vision. No weapon. One arm already gone.
Under the continuous assault, its defense began to break. Cracks ford, and its resistance weakened.
"SLASH!!"
The blade finally cut through. The left arm was also severed.
"BOOM!!"
The massive limb crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!"
The Zombie Leader’s scream shook the entire room, filled with pure agony and rage. Its body staggered violently, now completely disard, both arms gone, reduced to nothing but a crippled giant.
For a mont, it froze. Then fear appeared. Instinct took over.
It turned and tried to run—blindly and clumsily. Its massive body stumbled forward, crashing into desks, walls, and anything in its path as it moved toward the direction it had co from, desperate to escape.
But without sight, it couldn’t even run properly.
"BOOM!"
After struggling forward, it slamd directly into the Water Barrier.
The barrier rippled slightly, stopping it completely.
The Zombie Leader staggered back, confused and trapped, unable to understand what had blocked its path.
Seeing this, Vikram let out a faint chuckle.
Behind him, Alex, Chandan, and the others could no longer hold themselves back.
"Boss Vikram!!!"
They cheered loudly, their voices filled with excitent and awe.
To them, this battle was already decided.
Only Sunil remained silent.
He stood there, watching everything, his mind blank. He couldn’t even find the words to describe what he had just witnessed.
This wasn’t just strength. This was domination.
Seeing the Zombie Leader still trying to escape even after crashing into the Water Barrier, Vikram let out one final amused laugh.
"Running?" he muttered softly. "Too late."
He raised his hand, and gave a signal.
The Guardian Sprout and Warrior Sprout moved instantly.
The Guardian Sprout stepped forward, its vines shooting out once again. This ti, they coiled tightly around the Zombie Leader’s leg, binding it firmly and dragging it off balance.
The massive body stumbled, and that was all the opening needed.
The Warrior Sprout moved without hesitation or pause. Its blade flashed forward and pierced straight into the Zombie Leader’s thigh.
"THUD!"
The blade sank deep. Then it twisted.
Blackened blood burst out as the blade rotated inside the flesh, tearing through muscle and tissue. The Zombie Leader scread in agony.
"AAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!"
But the Warrior Sprout didn’t stop, not even for a mont. It pulled the blade out and struck again, and again, and again. Each attack landed on the sa leg, relentless, precise, and brutal.
"Slash! Slash! Slash!"
The sound of tal cutting through flesh echoed continuously. In the dark, enclosed space, the once terrifying Zombie Leader had beco nothing more than a helpless target—like a beast trapped on a slaughtering table, completely at the rcy of the blade.
Its massive body tilted to one side as the leg began to give way under the continuous assault. The resistance weakened. The structure broke.
"SLASH!!"
The leg was severed.
"BOOM!"
Its enormous body collapsed sideways, crashing into the ground with a heavy impact that made the floor tremble.
But it wasn’t over.
The Guardian Sprout imdiately shifted its vines, restraining the remaining leg. And the Warrior Sprout continued, without slowing, without rcy, strike after strike carving into the second leg with the sa relentless precision.
The Zombie Leader’s screams grew weaker and more distorted, its massive body twitching violently as it struggled in vain.
"GRAAAAH... AA...!"
Then ca another clean cut.
"SLASH!"
The second leg was also severed. Now, only the torso remained.
The once dominant monster had been reduced to a crawling mass of flesh, unable to move or fight back. The Warrior Sprout stepped forward, its blade rising slowly, aid at the Zombie Leader’s head, one final strike to end it.
"Stop."
Vikram’s voice rang out calmly.
The Warrior Sprout froze mid-motion, its blade hovering just inches away from the Zombie Leader’s head. It turned slightly toward Vikram, a faint hint of confusion in its stance. It didn’t understand, the enemy was defeated, so why stop?
But even so, it obeyed.
The blade lowered, and the attack ceased.
Vikram slowly lowered his hand, his eyes fixed on the writhing torso of the Zombie Leader. He hadn’t forgotten. Last ti, after killing the Wolf Spirit Lord, the ruin had transford instantly. The Kobold Ruin had appeared, and everything else had beco aningless. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to properly collect the materials.
This ti, he wouldn’t make the sa mistake.
"This ruin is different..." he muttered softly.
The walls, the structure, the entire place was built from rare tals. If it transford again after killing the boss, all of this would be lost.
"That would be a waste..."
But at the sa ti, he couldn’t stay here too long. This place was still dangerous—still unknown.
After a brief mont of thought, he made his decision—a compromise.
The Zombie Leader, now reduced to a limbless torso, continued writhing on the ground, letting out low, painful growls. Vikram ignored it.
"Leave it alive for now."
He turned.
"Everyone start collecting everything. Strip this place clean."
His tone was calm, but absolute.
Alex imdiately straightened. "Yes, Boss!"
Chandan and the others followed without hesitation. Even Sunil, though reluctant, didn’t dare to disobey.
Vikram’s gaze briefly shifted toward him.
"Keep an eye on him," he added.
"Yes, boss," Alex nodded.
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