Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 261: You’re powerful, so am I

She walked back into the room and watched Cyra and Kyle across the screen with her fists clenched.

Her zombie army fell like fallen leaves onto the ground, the air heavy with decay and death.

She could no longer watch and pressed the button under the table, playing her last card.

The moment she clicked the button, the guards, who were in a state of status, felt a jolt in their brains, and their expressions became lively.

“Kill them!” the woman barked through the screen, not caring if Cyra and Kyle heard her.

A wave of pain slammed into their minds before their eyes glazed over—they were completely under her control.

These ten guards were among the supernaturals she kidnapped after raiding the supernatural island.

They had been thoroughly brainwashed and implanted with chips that could cause pain and explode when she no longer needed them.

Cyra noticed the change among the surrounding zombies; instead of attacking mindlessly as usual, they parted and moved back, as if retreating and making way for something else.

“Should we finish them off later?” Kyle asked as he moved closer to her, his eyes darting around cautiously with a dagger held firmly in his hands.

“Don’t hold back, those ten are different from the others,” Cyra warned, motioning toward the ten figures in guard uniforms.

Kyle pushed the retreating zombies to the back of his mind and crouched in a fighting stance, like an arrow nocked to a bow, ready to strike.

Cyra watched as the ten summoned their beasts, which appeared reluctant to fight but couldn’t break free from their masters’ control.

The moons high in the sky shone on the people below, and the air was filled with tension that only the cracked woman felt from across the screen.

She hoped her ten guards could defeat Cyra. “Kill!” she commanded, and the ten guards lunged at Cyra and Kyle.

Blue let out a warning growl as it eyed its opponents, and the beasts responded with growls as they attacked.

Kyle wasn’t bothered; his beast was outnumbered, but he trusted Blue could handle it, and it wasn’t the first time it had been in this situation.

To prove him right, Blue pushed through the crowd of beats, shifting into its small and large form at the drop of a hat as it clawed and sank its fangs into the other beats.

Kyle dodged the claw marks, aiming for his throat. He averted his gaze from Blue and focused on his opponent.

The man has transformed halfway into a wolf, with sharp claws and fangs protruding from his mouth, which glistened with drool.

Kyle frowned as he got a clearer look at the man, who resembled a rapid dog—he stabbed his dagger into the man’s shoulders.

The man grunted slightly from pain, but it didn’t stop him from attacking; his claws slashed at Kyle’s chest.

He blocked it and kicked the man’s throat, with a dagger hidden in his shoe, aiming for a deadly strike.

Kyle watched in slow motion as his dagger pierced the man’s neck, blood splattering into the air as the man stumbled backward before collapsing to the ground, dead.

Kyle stood there, stunned, still not used to his vampire speed. ‘I could have taken out those zombies with my speed alone...I forgot I’m no longer human.’

These thoughts flashed briefly through his mind as he shook himself awake. He couldn’t afford to be distracted during a fight.

But when he looked for his next opponent, he noticed them on the ground, dead—their chests gaping, their hearts missing.

He was left speechless. He faced one opponent, while Cyra waited for him to finish with her opponent’s dead bodies scattered on the ground. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

“Let’s go in,” Cyra called out as she moved forward, her action confirming that she had really been waiting for him.

An ironic smile curled on his lips as he shook his head and followed her into the mansion.

The beasts all died as soon as their masters took their last breath, a hint of relief visible in their eyes. They were finally free from that woman’s control.

The cracked-faced woman panicked; she stumbled from her seat and hurried to the plain wall across the hallway.

Pressing the wall, it slid open, and various sizes of guns and tiny bombs glimmered under the bright light.

She had a gun loaded with bullets, aiming at the doorway and waiting for Cyra to walk into her line of fire.

Her finger hovered over the trigger, her shoulders tensed, and her nonexistent heart would have thumped loudly in her chest from the sheer pressure—if it had been there.

As soon as the motion sensors chimed, she fired, her bullets drilling through the walls until she ran out.

Without pausing to check if her bullets hit the target, she grabbed the laser gun and fired toward the doorway.

A beam of light melted the door, and the tree it grazed passed by, but there were no signs of melted bone or flesh.

Cyra leaned against the door, pulling Kyle behind her as they waited patiently on the roof for the woman to make her final stand before she rips out her heart.

Minutes passed, and nearly half of the guns in the woman’s arsenal had been fired.

“Are you done?” Cyra’s eerily calm voice echoed through the room before she stepped out of the wreckage— the door slammed loudly behind her, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“You’re powerful, so am I. Can’t we coexist? Why do you have to attack me so viciously? You destroyed my base! Twice!” The woman’s face twisted with rage as she yelled.

Kyle heaved, covering his mouth to keep himself from vomiting at the woman’s cracked face.

The zombies were bad enough now, and the woman’s face was practically sliding off like broken glass, leaving dark, pus-filled skin behind.

‘So disgusting, ugh!’ Kyle covered his mouth and looked out the door, unable to look at the woman, or he might really throw up.

“You were unlucky to be chosen as a scapegoat to warn others. You shouldn’t have poked your nose into my island... and you should never have attacked my home.” Cyra’s final words carried a biting chill that made the woman instinctively step back.

Once she realized what she had done, her face contorted in anger, and she reached for another gun. However, before her fingers could even touch the handle, Cyra appeared before her and attacked.

The woman was kicked to the far end of the hallway.

She collapsed to the ground without a reaction, as chunks of wall fell off and crumbled behind her in a cloud of dust.

Cyra raised the gun, extending her hand. She hesitated as if choosing which to use, then her fingers settled on the laser beam.

The cracked-faced woman stood up, her face showing no pain as she lunged at Cyra.

Cyra calmly shot through the woman’s thigh; a white beam tore a hole, leaving it gaping enough for Kyle to see the other side by looking through.

And still, the woman’s face remained unmoved, as if she couldn’t feel agonizing pain. Cyra’s eyebrows rose, her interest sparked, and she shot holes through the woman’s body—enough to kill her—but, surprisingly, she kept standing.

“Is she like those things outside? Maybe shooting her in the head... would do the trick.” Kyle suggested as she eyed the woman’s stumbling figure with surprise mixed with disgust.