Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 182: Hammering it Down

The ground assault resumed.

The M109A7 Paladins, repositioned atop pre-cleared overpasses, fired in perfect synchronized intervals. Their barrels belched fire and smoke as 155mm shells soared skyward before arcing back toward the broken cityscape. The high-explosive rounds punched deep into the ruined earth, surrounding the wounded titan with thunderclaps of kinetic fury.

One shell landed directly onto the worm's exposed spinal ridge—what had once been a tough, armored shell now softened by continuous fire. The impact split the segment open with a fleshy crack, as if cleaving through cartilage.

A roar followed.

Experience Gained: +1,000,000 EXP]

Thomas blinked as the numbers settled. His vision returned to the dim glow of the command center, but the weight behind the screen lingered.

It was over.

For real this time.

The blood coins weren't just currency—they were proof. Tangible confirmation from the system itself that the worm had died. Not fled. Not retreated. Died.

Even so, Thomas wasn't the type to trust a screen alone.

He turned to Marcus.

"Send ground recon. Now."

Marcus didn't hesitate. "Phillip, you are on this along with Ghost and other Shadow Teams. Move out. Full biohazard gear. I want boots in that crater in ten."

Thomas's voice was low but resolute. "No one gets close until we have a visual confirmation on the corpse. I want full spectrum scans. Core sample, if possible."

Phillip nodded from across the table, rubbing his temple with his good hand. "Understood. I'll relay direct to Raven Flight. They'll drop a containment unit and drone team."

The room moved quickly. Orders were issued. Personnel scrambled. The sense of victory was sharp—but not unguarded.

Thomas remained still, hands pressed to the edge of the war table as he stared at the main monitor. The colossal body still lay motionless, its flesh ruptured, its cratered remains smoking under the hellfire barrage they had unleashed.

Even with the system confirming the kill…

He had to see the body.

They all did.

Because in this new world, death wasn't always the end.

And nothing was ever truly over—not until he made sure.