Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System-Chapter 223: War at the West Gate

The western gate shook from the weight of monsters slamming into it.

Liora stood on the front line, her sword held firmly in her grip, the dark metal glinting with a faint blue light. This was the gate that faced the forest directly—the most dangerous zone in the entire base. The forest had released its worst.

Behind her, Zhou Yinuo, Shen Haoran, and Liang Zihan stood ready, their expressions tight, eyes fixed on the incoming wave of mutated beasts. There was no time for hesitation. The horde was here.

"Hold the line!" Liora called out.

The earth trembled beneath their feet as massive beasts charged forward, their roars louder than thunder. Some had thick bone plating covering their bodies. Others moved like shadows, slipping through openings and leaping for the kill.

Zhou Yinuo was the first to move. With a sharp breath, she raised her hands, and the wind obeyed. Sharp blades of air slashed through the sky, slicing down flying creatures before they could even reach the wall. Her long hair whipped wildly behind her, her eyes focused and cold. Each movement of her fingers created another wave of deadly wind.

"Don’t let them reach the gate!" she shouted.

Beside her, Shen Haoran stepped forward, hands glowing with flames. He pulled the fire from deep within, casting it outward in wide, sweeping arcs. The front line of beasts exploded into flames, their shrieks drowned out by the crackling heat. Haoran’s face was smeared with ash and sweat, but he didn’t stop.

"They just keep coming!" he growled.

Liang Zihan was breathing heavily already. His earth ability wasn’t as strong as the one-man army they had met before, but he did what he could. He raised jagged stone walls from the ground to block the path of the faster beasts. When that wasn’t enough, he slammed his foot down and sent pillars of stone crashing through the monsters’ bodies.

"I need a few seconds to recover," he muttered, sweat dripping from his brow.

"Don’t push yourself too hard," Liora said sharply without turning her head.

She moved forward without fear.

Her new sword was a thing of beauty. She had found it in the mall not long ago—a rare, high-grade weapon. One swing, and it sliced clean through a level 10 beast like it was made of paper. But it came with a cost. Every swing drew from her energy, draining her little by little. Still, she didn’t stop.

With every step, she cut down another monster. One by one, then ten at once.

She didn’t just fight—she carved a path through the chaos. Her strikes were clean, fast, merciless. The blood sprayed, bones cracked, and still she didn’t slow.

Behind her, even as the guards grew tired and some staggered with wounds, they didn’t retreat.

Because she hadn’t.

Even when it felt like the horde was endless—when killing a hundred meant two hundred more would rise—Liora stood firm. Her body moved like a dancer in battle, a war god cloaked in blood. Her friends flanked her left and right, each holding their ground, trusting that she would not fall.

But even as she fought openly, Liora had a secret.

Her shadows had already slipped into the battlefield.

Quiet. Unseen.

In the chaos behind the beast tide, where no one was looking, her shadow figures crept through the darkness. They struck like silent assassins—slicing tendons, ripping out throats, breaking necks with cold precision. Beasts that never even reached the wall were already dead by the time the guards noticed.

But no one saw it clearly. Not even her teammates. That was exactly how she wanted it.

She didn’t want anyone to know yet.

As she swung her sword, a massive beast leapt from the left—jaws wide, teeth gleaming. Liora twisted her body, avoided the bite, and brought her sword up in a wide arc. One clean cut. Its head dropped to the ground.

"Incoming from the right!" Zhou Yinuo warned.

Another group of monsters had circled around the corner, trying to climb the outer wall from the side. Liora turned to assist, but she wasn’t the first to respond.

One of the new awakened guards—barely older than a teenager—charged in alone. His arms were shaking, but he roared anyway, slamming his tiny fire ability into the side of the beast.

Too weak. Too slow.

The beast caught him, tossing him like a ragdoll. He slammed into the stone and didn’t move.

Liora’s heart squeezed.

No.

She dashed forward, faster than the next beast could react, and slammed her blade through its skull. Blood soaked her coat. She reached the boy—still alive, barely breathing—and scooped him into her arms.

"Medic!!" she yelled.

From behind, a runner rushed forward. Zhou Yinuo covered them with a burst of wind that threw the other beasts away. The boy was pulled to safety.

Liora didn’t have time to rest. More beasts came. Another roar. Another wave.

"Watch out!" Shen Haoran shouted. "They’re breaking through the far right!"

Liang Zihan dropped to one knee. His power was nearly drained, but he still summoned a massive slab of stone and threw it forward like a hammer. The force crushed a path of beasts, giving them a few precious seconds.

"Thanks!" Shen Haoran said breathlessly, flames bursting from his hands once again. "I owe you food after this!"

"You owe me ten dinners," Zihan groaned.

Liora could feel the ache in her arms now. Her sword felt heavier. Her chest rose and fell with deeper breaths. She was tired.

But she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

Too many lives were behind her.

The base needed her.

She narrowed her eyes, her voice low but firm. "We don’t fall today."

And with that, she charged again—sword raised high, shadow beasts already tearing through the far end of the horde, unseen, unspoken. Behind her, her team followed. Together, they faced the endless tide.

As the battle at the western gate burned on, another figure appeared in the heart of the base with a sudden ripple of light—Xu Kai.

He had teleported straight into the central square, breath still caught in his throat from what he’d seen outside. But here, in the supposed safety behind the walls, the sight that met him chilled him even more. fгeewebnovёl.com

Fear.