"Why is it her?"
Tank looked slightly disappointed. He had thought his boss had finally come out of seclusion.
The humans present, however, frowned.
Another Zombie King had actually shown up...
And their instincts told them she was powerful. That mechanical arm in particular made them wary.
"She has a technological weapon too. She's probably connected to the White-Robed Zombie King!" a woman said with a frown.
Little Eight had always been ruthless and a zombie of few words. She shifted sideways and abruptly vanished from the mountaintop.
Everyone jolted, overwhelmed by a sense of danger, as though a steel spike were suspended right between their brows.
"She's coming... she's coming this way!"
"She's so fast..."
"Everyone, watch out!"
"..."
They watched intently, hearts in their throats, carefully searching for any sign of Little Eight.
"Hey! I'm your opponent!"
Tank roared and charged at an Earth Type awakener with his hulking body.
The man dared not let himself get distracted. Dark yellow light surged from his body into the ground, and walls of earth rose with a rumble.
He also rapidly retreated, knowing the walls couldn't stop Tank.
Sure enough.
With thunderous crashes, the walls shattered one after another.
Tank barreled straight through.
Good thing I dodged fast enough!
He felt a little relieved.
But suddenly, something whistled through the air beside his ear. He turned and found himself staring straight at Little Eight's terrifying face.
The man froze, his heart completely consumed by fear. Unfortunately, it was already too late to dodge.
Slash-
With the scrape of metal against bone, a head flew into the air.
"She's appeared!"
The others were horrified.
An Ice Type young man narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly prepared. He was also a captain-level, SS-Rank awakener.
Extreme cold spread from beneath his feet, encasing every