I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 51 – Duel of the Queen and the Champion

The world fell into momentary silence.

That portal—once brimming with orcs—now released only a single figure.

Its steps were heavy, yet steady.Each one left tiny cracks across the asphalt.A deadly, dark aura clung to him like a suffocating mist.

ORC CHAMPION – Rank 4 (Elite)Nearly five meters tall, its body resembled living stone, covered in scars and glowing tribal runes. In its right hand, a massive spiked hammer wreathed in fire. In its left, a giant shield made of dragon bones.

"That... isn’t a normal orc," Sylvia murmured."That’s... a monster."

The First Strike

The Orc Champion roared and swung its hammer toward Sylvia.The air trembled. She knew—if she took that hit head-on, her body would be obliterated.

"I can’t block that directly."

[Chain Technique – Form 2: Chain Shield]Six black chains shot from beneath her gown, entwining and compressing into a massive, rotating shield glowing with a dark purple sheen.

[Netherwood Spell – Netherwood Shield]

A second layer of defense—withered roots and dead branches cloaked in Nether magic—rose in front of the chains.

BOOMMM!!

The Netherwood Shield was the first to shatter, erupting into a dark mist.But it had served its purpose—dampening the hammer’s momentum.

The hammer struck the Chain Shield.Though cracks spidered across it, it held just long enough for Sylvia to avoid complete destruction. Still—

DORRR!!

Sylvia was thrown through the air, crashing into the building behind her.Walls crumbled. Dust billowed.

The Queen Rises

The Orc Champion let out a guttural laugh. The language was unknown, but the tone was clear: mockery.

Yet Sylvia... wasn’t angry.She took a deep breath and slowly stood back up.

Her gown was partly torn, black blood dripping from her lips, but her gaze had changed.

"I don’t need anger."

"I just need... to end you."

One-on-One Combat Begins

Her chains emerged once more—faster, more aggressive. From her arms, back, and even her waist, chains lashed out like living spears.

Her claws appeared—this time, glowing violet.

[Venom Reaper Claw]

A deadly blend of poison and death magic.

Sylvia moved with grace and precision, executing a complex combo:

A chain thrust from the right.Claws slashed from the lower left.A second chain coiled around the enemy’s ankle.Then, Nether Roots burst from below.

The Orc Champion began to struggle.His hammer was massive, his shield bulky—too slow to defend against Sylvia’s layered, rapid-fire assault.

DENT!! SKREET!! CRACK!!

Some attacks pierced his armor. One claw raked across his cheek—dark purple blood dripped.

The Champion roared:

"GRRAAAAARHHH!!"

It was a signal. From afar, orc healers began chanting, casting spells to mend his wounds.

Sylvia hissed softly, then smirked.

"Of course you’re not alone...but neither am I."

From the ruins and shadowed alleys of the city,zombie hordes surged again—wilder than before.

Her ten elite Rank 2 zombies moved in coordinated silence, issuing commands to the lesser undead like trained officers.

A long-tongued zombie ambushed a healer from the rooftops.A horned zombie rampaged through the rear ranks.

Meanwhile, Sylvia continued her duel with the Champion.

Every strike she delivered was faster, more accurate.But every blow he landed was heavier, deadlier.

One mistake—and one of them would die.

Sylvia stabbed into the Champion’s shoulder.He retaliated—grabbing a chain and hurling Sylvia to the ground.

She briefly teleported, reappearing above his head—driving her claw down.

SPLAT!!

More wounds now marked the behemoth’s body.But blood also trickled from Sylvia’s arm.His attacks were simply too powerful—even her chain shields weren’t enough without Netherwood’s help.

The battle raged on.

The Orc Champion, though panting, still stood.The orc army was in disarray—their healers overwhelmed by elite zombies.

Sylvia, wounded but smiling faintly, whispered:

"It’s been a while...since I enjoyed a fight like this."

And then—

The sky hummed softly.Something... descended from the clouds.

"...What now?" Sylvia muttered.

A massive silhouette, wings spread wide... eyes glowing red.

Was it a new ally...or a deadlier enemy?

Sylvia immediately activated her [Appraisal] skill.

A translucent status window appeared before her, showing brief but shocking information.

[Wyvern – Rank 5]Status: Neutral – Not HostileDescription: A rare creature from the northern mountains. Normally does not descend to lower lands unless disturbed... or observing something.

Sylvia’s brow furrowed.Rank 5...?Even with two evolutions under her belt, she wasn’t sure she could take on a beast like that—especially not while injured.

Thankfully, the Wyvern simply passed overhead. It showed no signs of hostility, only hovering briefly before ascending back into the clouds.

"Where did it come from... and what was it watching?" she wondered, her gaze still trailing the massive shadow in the sky.

But she knew this wasn’t the time for questions without answers.

A heavy groan from ahead snapped her attention back.The Orc Champion still stood, despite the chain spear embedded in his chest. Dark purple blood dripped from his mouth and chest. His eyes burned with hatred... but also fear.

"Still on your feet? I’m impressed," Sylvia murmured, her eyes turning cold once more.

The chains around her writhed like hungry serpents. Her claws still shimmered with dark violet, and the deathly aura around her grew even thicker.

"But this... is where your fight ends."

The Orc Champion—until now fully focused on the fight—glanced upward for a split second.

"Fatal mistake," Sylvia thought.

[Chain Technique – Final Form: UNIFICATION]

Sylvia’s six pitch-black chains trembled, then merged.

They spun rapidly, fusing into a single colossal chain—like an iron dragon wreathed in deathly aura, each link pulsing with menace.

The chain throbbed like a living creature... and then lunged forward like an eternal spear.

"CHARGE!"

SRAAAAKKKK!!

The chain-spear pierced the Orc Champion’s chest, tearing through armor, bone, and heart in one brutal thrust.

Time seemed to freeze.

The Champion’s gaze locked in place—filled with shock, fury, and denial.

But the body did not lie.

It staggered... then fell, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact.

THUUUUDD...!!

The Champion had fallen.

Behind her, Sylvia’s ten elite zombies had completed their mission.The orc healers, archers, and even the Orc Chief had fallen—ambushed from all sides by a brutal combination of magic, tactics, and the merciless assault of the undead.

The remaining orc soldiers, now leaderless, began retreating in a panic toward the forest, screaming and dragging their wounded comrades with them.

Some didn’t make it in time—becoming the final feast of the zombie hunters.

The portal still hung in the air, slowly spinning like a vortex of darkness.But aside from that—only silence remained.

The battlefield had become a graveyard of carnage—strewn with orc and zombie corpses, blood pooling on cracked asphalt, and the thick stench of burnt flesh lingering like a suffocating fog.

At the center of it all, Sylvia sat down slowly.Her black chains lay limp around her, no longer pulsing with life. Her elegant dark gown was torn in several places, revealing wounds that had yet to fully heal.Her undead body trembled faintly, as if rejecting the limits it had just been forced to break.

Though her heart no longer beat, the exhaustion was very real.Her eyes were heavy, her breath short and ragged. Yet on her pale face, a small smile emerged.

"A good fight..." she whispered."And... my new technique finally worked."