I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 165 – Battle at the Gate of Lurien

That morning, the sky looked different. Thick mist still blanketed the mountains, creating a gray atmosphere that hung low as if the world itself was holding its breath. At the highest peak of the old castle, Sylvia stood firm, her cloak fluttering gently in the morning breeze. Her crimson eyes were sharp, fixed toward the north toward the Gate of Lurien that was being disturbed by human hands.

Below the castle, the zombie army moved slowly and irregularly, waiting for their queen’s command. Thousands of zombies of varying strength stood silently. Some had intact bodies clad in light armor, while others were mere skeletons with dim green light glowing in their eye sockets. Yet all of them were still, patient, waiting for an order they understood through instinct and the magical bond that tied them to Sylvia.

"I never liked war," Sylvia muttered, softly enough that only the wind heard. "But you brought this upon yourselves."

She took a deep breath, then raised her right hand. The wind paused for a moment, as if waiting for her words.

"Attack."

That simple command instantly set the zombie horde in motion. They surged forward, running toward battle, obeying their queen’s call. They didn’t need complex tactics; one word was enough to drive them into war without fear.

From a nearby balcony, Celes stood still, watching the advancing army with both awe and worry. She knew Sylvia was powerful, but this battle was different. Their opponents this time weren’t just ordinary humans but a group of heroes wielding holy magic that could annihilate hordes of zombie in a single strike.

"Sylvia," Celes said softly, but with meaning. "Are we truly ready for this?"

Sylvia turned slightly, her face calm. "Ready or not, we’ve already moved forward. They want war then we’ll give them a war they won’t forget."

Celes nodded silently and left to join the other zombie commanders waiting in the castle courtyard. She knew her role wasn’t on the front lines today, but to lead the special recon unit that would strike when the enemy was most vulnerable.

Meanwhile, around the grand yet long-forgotten Gate of Lurien, four figures stood firm. They wore radiant white-and-gold robes glowing faintly with protective magic. Arwen, the main hero with golden hair, stood at the front. His three companions focused their energy into a spell to break the seal on the ancient gate.

"Faster!" Arwen commanded, eyes narrowed. "I can feel them approaching."

One of his companions, a female mage in a light blue robe, nodded with a pale face. "We’re close to breaking the seal, Arwen. But... I sense something terrifying behind this gate."

Arwen merely shrugged. "Whatever it is, it’s better to have it on our side than let that zombie witch get to it first."

But before the spell could be completed, a deep rumble echoed from the distance. One of the group pointed east, face pale with fear.

"They’re coming!"

Thousands of zombie appeared in the distance, like a black wave covering the ground. Their synchronized, lifeless footsteps echoed ominously. The air of death grew thicker, with leaves wilting and grass withering in their path.

Arwen drew his sword, holy light radiating from its blade. "Prepare the barrier spell. We must not fail!"

Yet the zombie numbers kept growing, truly forming a sea of corpses. Arwen felt something different this time no hesitation, no confusion in their movements. They had one goal: destroy anyone who stood in their way.

"We must open the gate now!" shouted Arwen, panic creeping into his voice.

"Too late!" the mage replied, stepping back. "Hold your ground!"

Holy magic bursts clashed with the incoming zombie wave. Some zombies were instantly turned to ash but many more pressed forward, unaffected, as if their numbers were endless.

On a nearby hill, Sylvia walked calmly, her gown fluttering in the wind of battle. Her eyes observed the battlefield with precision. She wasn’t engaging yet this was a test of her army’s strength.

"Varnak," she said lightly to the towering elite zombie beside her. "You know what to do."

Varnak bowed and vanished into shadow to lead the elite units behind the main formation.

From her vantage point, Sylvia saw Arwen clearly. The young man surrounded by holy light, as if the world had made him its protagonist. But to Sylvia, he was no hero just a youth used by higher powers for their own ends.

"How pathetic," Sylvia whispered, eyes narrowing. "Thinking himself a savior, when he’s nothing but a puppet."

She raised her hand slowly. The air around her vibrated as dark magic spread from her fingertips like an invisible web.

"If they wish to open that forbidden gate, then let them. I want to see what lies behind it before we take it for ourselves."

Her crimson eyes gleamed brighter, her smile growing darker and sharper.

The battlefield turned more chaotic. Holy magic from the heroes clashed with the dark force of the zombie, creating bursts of light and shadow that fought for dominance.

Today, at the Gate of Lurien, this war would determine not only who would survive but who would control the fate of this world.

And on that hilltop, Sylvia stood alone, watching everything with steely resolve. For her, this was not just a battle it was the first step toward the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.

Sylvia was observing the zombie swarm storming toward the Gate of Lurien when suddenly, a distortion appeared beside her.

Fwoosh—

A translucent figure with green hair emerged, floating slightly above the ground. It was the Avatar of the World, his expression grave. His eyes stared intensely at the gate, now trembling from the heroes’ magic.

"Don’t let that gate open," he urged, voice tense. "It is the border between the underworld and this world. If it opens, what emerges won’t just be monsters but something far worse."

Sylvia shot him a sharp look. "Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday?"

"I can’t act freely," the Avatar replied, looking somewhat guilty. "There are rules that bind me."

Sylvia let out a heavy sigh, eyes returning to the battlefield. "Stupid rules," she muttered, then stepped forward. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"In that case, I guess I’ll have to step in myself," she said coldly.

She raised her hand, and the air below her began to tremble. Space cracked open, and pitch-black chains slithered out with ominous clinks.

Krrrk... Clink!

Chains of Abyss, Sylvia’s legendary weapon, emerged slowly but eagerly, like a beast freed from its cage.

The chains twirled around Sylvia’s body, dancing wildly as if celebrating their release. Sylvia gave a small smile, feeling the pulse of her living weapon surging in her grip.

"Calm down," she whispered gently to the chains. "We’ll feast today."

Sylvia stepped forward then shot toward the battlefield in a blur.

Fwush!!!

The battle raged on. The heroes’ holy magic held firm around the Gate of Lurien, while Sylvia’s zombie army charged in relentlessly.

Arwen swung his sword swiftly, unleashing waves of holy light that vaporized nearby zombies.

Slash!!!

Dozens were reduced to ash, but more surged in to replace them.

"Damn it! They won’t stop coming!" Arwen growled, glancing at the mage behind him. "Is the seal almost broken?"

"Almost!" the mage cried, hands trembling under pressure.

But before the next spell could be completed, a sharp sound sliced through the air behind the zombie ranks.

Crack!! CRASH!!!

A dark chain whipped across the battlefield at lightning speed. Zombies split aside to make way for their queen.

Sylvia landed at the front lines, her chains dancing in deadly grace, weaving through her zombie forces without harming a single one.

Arwen stared in shock. "The zombie queen!" he growled, raising his sword. "You, keep opening the gate! I’ll handle her!"

He charged forward. Light and darkness clashed.

CLANG!!!

A wave of energy exploded from the impact, shaking the earth.

"Surrender, zombie Queen! You won’t stop us!" Arwen shouted with conviction.

Sylvia smirked coldly. "What a shame. I was just told I must stop you."

With a flick of her hand, the Chains of Abyss shifted to Second Form: Shield.

CLANK!! SHHRAAK!!

A shield of chains formed, blocking Arwen’s holy spell without a scratch.

"What—!" Arwen was shocked as his attack failed.

Sylvia advanced, transforming the chains again this time into Form 4: Guillotine Blossom.

Blades of spinning chains shaped like flower petals swirled in the air, then shot toward Arwen and his team.

WHOOSH!! ZING!!!

"Protect the formation!" Arwen yelled, leaping back to slash the incoming chains.

CLANG!! CLANG!!!

Some chains broke, but others pierced through and injured two of the heroes.

"Arrgh!" one woman screamed, her arm severely slashed.

"Finish the spell, now!" Arwen shouted, desperation creeping in. He knew if Sylvia reached them, it was over.

But Sylvia gave them no chance. She darted forward again, activating Eclipse Piercing to breach their barrier.

Fwooosh!!!

She reappeared behind Arwen, her chains in Form 3: Death Spiral, spinning and draining his energy.

"Guh—!" Arwen was flung forward, blood dripping from his back.

"Arwen!" the mage cried, terror in her eyes. She was almost done casting but her focus shattered.

Sylvia approached with calm steps, chains ready to execute.

But suddenly, the gate behind them shook violently, glowing deep red.

Krrr... GRAAAK!!!

The Avatar reappeared beside Sylvia, face pale.

"Too late! The gate is almost open! Seal it back now!"

Sylvia growled, "You really are a nuisance," then spun around and commanded her chains into Final Form: UNIFICATION.

The black chains merged into a massive spear pulsing with overwhelming darkness, boosting its power by 250%.

With a mighty throw, Sylvia hurled the spear at the nearly opened gate.

"This ends now!" she shouted.

WHOOOSH!! BOOOM!!!

A colossal impact. Black and red energies collided, creating a storm that rocked the entire battlefield.

Sylvia was thrown back, landing with grace, though her body trembled from the backlash.

The gate cracked but remained slightly ajar.

"Almost there!" the Avatar said in panic.

Sylvia clenched her teeth and rose again, ready for the final strike.

This battle was far from over but Sylvia would never let this world fall into a darkness darker than her own.

Amid the raging chaos, Sylvia stepped forward once more, Chains of Abyss roaring beside her ready to end it, once and for all.

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