Julia hadn't expected the Zombies to have surrounded the city while the Queen still had the heart to throw a party—and waste so much food.
Though furious, she strode to within ten meters of the Throne and looked up at the garishly dressed woman seated there.
"Your Majesty, what did you want with me?"
Her tone was blunt, almost dismissive.
The Queen was used to it. She merely asked, "General Julia, can we hold the city this time?"
The woman before her was their only Skyfather-level fighter. However displeased the Queen might be, she still needed Julia to defend their last city.
The Geya Dynasty had once ruled more than a dozen Galaxy Groups and commanded nine Skyfather-level fighters. Remembering that power and looking at their situation now left the Queen heartsick.
Julia nodded firmly. "Rest assured, Your Majesty. I'll defend the Doomsday Fortress to my last breath."
Despite her dissatisfaction, she was the Geya Dynasty's last great fighter, and she would not abandon her duty.
The Queen's heart sank at her words.
"I understand. Thank you."
If Julia had spoken of defending it to her last breath, this Zombie crisis must be dire. Even their final city might fall.
Julia seemed to sense the Queen's distress, and her tone softened.
"Your Majesty, we must try to activate the Noah's Ark Plan again. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll never get another chance."
Scientists had proposed the Noah's Ark Plan as a way to leave the Quantum Universe.
But the last attempt had opened Pandora's box, unleashing the Zombie Virus.
The plan had been shelved ever since. Now they had no choice but to risk another attempt.
The Queen was about to nod when a soldier in full mechanical armor flew in, breathless.
"General, the Zombies have launched an assault on the