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Chapter 75 – Tyrant
Wu Fan stared at the options on the system screen in silence.
Tyrant. Zombie Dog. Licker. Giant Axe Executioner. Nemesis.
He needed something that could fight, something useful—something that could teach Woodbury what it meant to provoke the wrong people.
After a brief pause, he made his choice.
"Tyrant."
The icon on the screen flashed once.
T-103 Biological Weapons Tyrant.
Among the available forms, this was the most "human-like" variant: a black military overcoat, humanoid disguise, high intelligence, and direct execution capability. When seriously damaged, the outer shell would rupture, revealing its true combat form.
At the very least—it looked like a person.
Not like a drooling Licker, or a parasite-twisted Nemesis wrapped in tubes.
Wu Fan pressed confirm.
His points dropped instantly from 21,000 to 20,600.
Five hundred points were gone.
"Red Queen, where does the created Tyrant come out? Don't tell me it comes through the elevator."
"The incubation chamber will be transported to the helipad via conveyor system," Red Queen replied calmly. "I recommend purchasing aerial transport units for deployment."
Wu Fan's mouth twitched slightly.
Incubation chamber. Conveyor belt. Helipad. Transport aircraft.
Each purchase triggered another dependency—equipment, logistics, fuel, ammunition.
Layer after layer. A bottomless pit.
He opened the aircraft interface and selected the V-22 Osprey, a tiltrotor transport capable of vertical takeoff and heavy cargo transport.
Price: 300 points.
He confirmed without hesitation.
His remaining points dropped again.
Hive Helipad – 2:00 AM
The conveyor system beneath the helipad activated with a soft mechanical hum, like a distant breath in the night.
A large incubation chamber slowly slid out from the transfer tunnel.
Its thick metal casing gleamed faintly under the cold lights. Through the glass observation window, a pale green nutrient solution could be seen swirling inside.
And within it—the vague outline of a human figure.
A green indicator light flickered on.
White steam hissed from the seams of the chamber.
Then—
A hand moved inside.
It was massive. Thick fingers. Heavy joints. Pale skin, deprived of sunlight.
The hand pressed against the chamber door.
The metal creaked.
With a heavy push, the hatch was forced open.
Nutrient fluid poured onto the platform in a wave.
Steam rose into the air.
And a figure slowly stood up.
Two and a half meters tall.
He wore a black military overcoat with a high collar and double-breasted buttons. The coat hung on his massive frame like it had been draped over an empty structure.
Bald. Eyeless brows. Sunken eyes. Gray pupils. No expression at all.
A living weapon.
A Tyrant.
Wu Fan sat in the cockpit of the Osprey, observing through the external camera feed.
The Tyrant looked directly into the lens.
No hesitation.
No emotion.
Only obedience.
"Go to Woodbury," Wu Fan ordered calmly. "Find the Governor. Eliminate him. If anyone blocks you—remove them."
The Tyrant turned.
Step by step, he boarded the aircraft.
The cabin door closed.
The Osprey's rotors began to spin.
And the machine lifted into the night sky.
Woodbury – Night Watch Tower
Night watch was always the hardest.
Between 2 and 4 a.m., fatigue weighed on the mind like iron chains.
Carlos leaned against the railing of the watchtower, stifling a yawn. His rifle hung loosely in his hands.
Nothing out there.
Just darkness.
"Hey, don't fall asleep," came the voice from the radio.
"I'm not asleep," Carlos muttered.
Then—
A faint buzzing sound.
Carlos frowned and looked up.
A helicopter?
But the sky was too dark. Clouds covered the moon completely.
The sound circled once overhead… then faded south.
"…It left," someone confirmed over the radio.
Carlos exhaled in relief.
Then—
A dull impact came from the forest.
Thud.
Something heavy hit the ground.
"What was that?" someone asked.
Searchlights turned toward the woods.
A walker stumbled into view at the edge of the trees.
It wandered toward the impact site, then suddenly stopped.
Its head snapped violently.
A wet cracking sound echoed through the forest.
Something flew out and landed under the searchlight.
A walker's head.
Crushed like an exploded can.
Carlos froze.
Then—
A figure emerged from the forest.
Tall.
Broad-shouldered.
Wearing a black military overcoat.
Bald.
Its gray eyes reflected the searchlights without blinking.
"STOP!" Carlos shouted. "One step closer and I shoot!"
The figure did not stop.
"Who are you? Identify yourself!"
No answer.
It walked forward.
Step by step.
Slow. Steady.
Unstoppable.
Then it reached the iron gate.
Without hesitation, it placed a hand on it.
And tore it off.
The metal screamed as the hinges snapped.
The gate flew and crashed into the ground.
Silence fell for half a second.
Then—
Gunfire erupted.
Bullets slammed into its body.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Like metal hitting steel.
"Monster!" someone screamed.
The Tyrant raised an arm slightly as bullets struck his face and chest. Sparks flew.
He didn't fall.
He didn't even stagger.
"Head! Shoot the head!" Carlos shouted.
Dozens of bullets concentrated on the Tyrant's skull.
His head tilted slightly—
Then returned upright.
Several bullets were embedded in his forehead like dead insects.
He calmly reached up.
Pulled them out.
Dropped them on the ground.
Carlos's hands were shaking.
He kept pulling the trigger even after the magazine emptied.
Click. Click. Click.
Empty.
The square was silent except for the sound of fear.
"This world is insane…" someone whispered.
"Walkers were already bad enough… now there's something that can't even be killed by bullets…"
The Tyrant stepped forward.
One man swung a machete at his leg.
The blade struck bone—or something harder than bone.
It did nothing.
The Tyrant grabbed his head.
And crushed it.
The body dropped instantly.
Panic spread.
People began to run.
The Tyrant did not chase.
He simply turned his head slowly, scanning the town.
Then he walked toward the Governor's residence.
Step by step.
Unhurried.
Unstoppable.
No one dared to block his path.