I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 49 – Orc Invasion and the Elegant Battle of the Death Queen

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 – Orc Invasion and the Elegant Battle of the Death Queen

The portal... pulsed with a dark rhythm. Its energy stirred the air, causing ordinary zombies to retreat as a creeping fear crawled through their bones.

Sylvia remained standing tall atop the rubble, arms folded, staring with a bored expression... until he appeared.

The First Creature – Orc Warrior A towering figure emerged from the violet light.

Nearly 3 meters tall, its body was packed with muscles as if wrapped in steel. Its skin was dark green, and its yellow eyes burned with rage.

Strapped to its back was a massive axe, as long as an average human was tall.

[Appraisal Activated]

Name: Orc Warrior

Race: Lesser Demon – Orc

Rank: 3

Description: A frontline soldier of the orc clan who worship strength. Typically moves in packs. Possesses battle instincts and high endurance.

"Hmm... about the same as a typical Rank 3 zombie," Sylvia whispered, resting her chin on her hand."But still nowhere near my level."

The orc raised a blue crystal and chanted something crude and guttural. Magical signals shot out from the stone—clearly a message to somewhere else.

The Arriving Horde

Soon after... the portal shook violently.

More figures began to pour out.

Dozens of Orc Warriors.

Orc Mages, wielding thorned staffs and clad in the hides of vicious beasts.

Slim but deadly Orc Archers with long, poisoned arrows.

Several Orc Priestesses, large-bodied but cloaked in glowing green robes, bearing staffs topped with healing orbs.

Then... heavy footsteps shook the streets.

DOOM... DOOM... DOOM...

A colossal figure, 4 meters tall, emerged from the portal, wielding twin battle axes. Its body was covered in thick armor made from monster bones, and its eyes glowed a deep crimson.

[Appraisal Activated]

Name: Orc Chief

Rank: 4 ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Special Skills: [Battle Cry], [War Aura], [Command Aura], [Berserk Command]

Sylvia Moves"Finally," Sylvia whispered, rising slowly as her dress fluttered in the wind-blown debris."A prey that might cure my boredom."

She stepped forward with graceful ease, like a noblewoman arriving at a grand ball.

The orcs instantly sensed her presence.

The Orc Chief raised a hand and barked a command in their crude tongue. In a flash, a dozen Orc Warriors charged at Sylvia with loud roars.

TING!! KLANG!! SKREETT!!

Their attacks were instantly deflected by black chains that snaked out from beneath her gown.

The chains danced, parried, deflected, and shattered weapons with the elegance of a deadly whip.

But orcs were no fools.

The Chief barked more orders, and formations quickly took shape. They spread out, encircling Sylvia in a pentagonal pattern. Orc Mages began chanting. Orc Priestesses readied healing spells.

The Real Battle Begins

CLANG!

Sylvia dashed forward, claws sliding from the tips of her fingers. She slashed at an orc’s neck—but its skin was too thick, only drawing a shallow wound.

"Hoo... interesting.""But my poison should turn you to mush in a minute."

Sure enough—the orc dropped to its knees, face turning blue.

But before it could die, an Orc Priestess arrived and healed him, even drawing out the poison from his body.

"Healers, huh... Been a while since I met annoying types like that."

Sylvia began to move faster.

Eclipse Piercing activated. Her body flickered in shadows and dark winds. But the Orc Archers immediately aimed at her last known location—showing they were already adapting.

And what made Sylvia even more excited—

—they were learning her claw patterns.—they dodged her poison.—they dared to attack her in teams.

BOOM!!

A fire spell from an Orc Mage exploded behind her. Sylvia dodged, but the edge of her dress was singed—only to regenerate slowly as if it were alive.

She looked at the source of the magic.

Her smile widened.

"It’s been a long time since I felt this—last time was with mutant beasts, but they were dumb. These orcs... are smarter."

Tension, blood, strategy, difficulty, challenge.

More black chains sprouted from her back and waist.

[Chain Technique – Form 3: Death Spiral]

A dozen chains spun into a black vortex, then lashed out in all directions—smashing the front line of orcs, tearing through armor and bodies.

CLANK!! SKRREEEETT!! CRASSSH!!

The Orc Chief saw this and activated a skill:

[Berserk Command] – All orcs entered Rage mode, gaining +30% damage but suffering lower defense.

Now all the orcs charged at Sylvia like a living tsunami.

Sylvia stood motionless.

Her hair rose from the magical pressure, her deep red eyes glowing.

She lowered her head slightly and muttered softly, as if talking to herself—

"I love... bloody games like this."

And the battle descended into brutal slaughter and bloody tactics.