Regressed with Omnipotent AI on Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 181: Air Attack

The entire base seemed to be in defensive mode. Guards were posted at key locations, and there was a noticeable increase in activity. Zack found it odd. As far as he knew, there was no way Nunavut could have detected their approach. His satellites were the only ones operating in this region, and none of them had been compromised. "Maybe it's just a coincidence..." Zack mused, though the thought didn't sit well with him. After all, coincidences rarely occurred in his line of work.

Zack couldn't make sense of it, but he wasn't the type to linger on mysteries. Shrugging off his unease, he shifted his focus to the defenses of the Nunavut base. However, after only a few minutes of observation, he let out a bored sigh. "Seriously? This stuff belongs in a museum," he muttered, shaking his head.

From the satellite feed, it was clear that the base's primary defenses were outdated. Rows of rocket launchers, tanks, and fighter jets lined the perimeter—plenty of firepower, but nothing cutting-edge. The sheer quantity was laughable, and Zack couldn't help but feel unimpressed. The only thing that caught his attention was the group of vanguard soldiers stationed on the high walls. Dressed in sleek black uniforms, they carried strange rifles that didn't resemble any conventional weapons Zack had seen before. "Ego," Zack called.

"Yes, sir?" The AI's voice responded immediately.

"Any records on that weapon?" Zack zoomed in on the satellite image, pointing to one of the rifles. Even though the image resolution wasn't great, the rifle's design was distinctly different from traditional firearms.

"Negative, sir. No information available. It's likely a new weapon developed by the Vanguard organization."

"Hmm... noted," Zack said thoughtfully. He leaned back in his chair, turning off the holographic display. "Guess I'll find out more when we get there."

With November in autopilot, Aegis cruised steadily through the troposphere, flying at a constant speed of Mach 2.8. The aircraft soared over vast distances, quickly approaching the icy plains. "Sir, we're nearing our destination," November announced.

Aegis began to descend, smoothly gliding through the cloud layers. From the panoramic windows in the control room, Zack could see the barren, snow-covered plains stretching endlessly below. "Man, those survivors were lucky back in the day," Zack remarked, staring at the desolate wasteland.

The early days of the outbreak had been relatively manageable for survivors in this region. The sparsely populated land meant zombies were spread thin, making it easier to avoid massive hordes."That was then, sir," Ego chimed in. "Conditions have since become far harsher for survivors in this region."

The once-safe plains had turned into a hunting ground for mutant creatures. Massive, dangerous predators roamed freely, preying on the scattered survivors. And with winter approaching, the harsh cold posed yet another challenge for the struggling population. "But that's not our problem," Zack said dismissively, his tone indifferent. As he spoke, his eyes focused on the horizon. In the distance, the high walls of a large survivor base—Nunavut—came into view. Glancing at the clock, Zack noted that Aegis had covered thousands of kilometers in just over half an hour. The aircraft began to slow down as it approached the base, transitioning from supersonic to subsonic speed. Zack turned to Ego. "Are their anti-aircraft defenses tracking us?"

"Negative, sir." A cold smirk played on Zack's lips. "Good. Let's give them a little surprise."

Down below, panic rippled through the Nunavut base. "The bird is coming! The devil is here! We're doomed!" shouted Old Charlie, a blind, raving survivor known for his wild predictions. His cries quickly reached the ears of the base's leader, Victor, a man known for his cautious nature and his role as the right-hand man of the infamous Immortal Fox.

Victor frowned, staring up at the clear blue sky. Nothing seemed out of place, but unease gnawed at him. "Anything on the radar?" he asked for the seventh time that day.

"Nothing, sir. No signs of any flying objects," one of his subordinates replied.

Victor's shoulders relaxed slightly. "Seems like the old man's wrong this time," he said with a faint smile. But his expression quickly hardened. "Stay sharp. Keep monitoring. I don't want any surprises."

"Yes, sir!" Unbeknownst to Victor, a massive stealth aircraft was already descending toward their base, slipping through their airspace undetected. Aegis's advanced cloaking technology rendered it invisible to both the naked eye and radar systems. It passed directly over the base's anti-aircraft defenses without triggering a single alarm.

Inside Aegis, Zack stood by the panoramic window, observing the Nunavut base with an air of detachment. "Ego, have you marked their anti-aircraft weapons?"

"Yes, sir. Targets are locked."

"Deploy the unmanned units," Zack ordered.

Panels along Aegis's sides slid open silently, revealing rows of unmanned armors neatly arranged inside. The drop ports remained hidden from view, concealed by the aircraft's cloaking field. From the ground, the sky appeared as empty as ever. As the armors prepared for deployment, Zack's cold gaze lingered on the base below. "Let's see how long they last," he muttered, his tone dripping with icy confidence.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the roar of impact beam engines, ten armors launched from the drop bays almost in unison. "What the hell?! Where did these things come from?"

Shouts of alarm spread as people on the ground spotted humanoid machines appearing out of thin air. Aegis had flown in nearly silently, its advanced stealth systems rendering it invisible until the armors were deployed.

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"Alert the commander!"

On the high walls, a vanguard soldier from the Vanguard Organization recognized the armors immediately, his panicked cry echoing across the base. The armors wasted no time. The moment they entered the airspace above Nunavut, they launched their assault. Micro-missiles streaked through the sky, locking onto targets with lethal precision—air defense vehicles, missile launchers, radar stations, and more.

"Get out of here!"

"Run!"

The soldiers stationed at the targeted defenses scattered in terror. But it was too late.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions rocked the base as missiles hit their marks. Fireballs erupted into the sky, sending debris flying everywhere. The air was filled with the screams of soldiers and the deafening roar of destruction.

"What is going on?!" Victor, the commander of Nunavut base and right-hand man to the infamous Immortal Fox, slammed his fist on the command table as the reports poured in.

"I ordered constant radar surveillance! How did these things get so close without anyone noticing?!" Veins bulged on his forehead as anger and frustration boiled over. He knew the loss of their air defense system was catastrophic. Without it, the base was vulnerable to an aerial onslaught. But Victor wasn't one to dwell on emotions for long. Taking a deep breath, he barked new orders.

"Concentrate all firepower on those machines! Cover the fighters! Get them airborne now!"

"Yes, sir!" Gunfire erupted across the base as soldiers from both the Vanguard Organization and the Defense Force retaliated. Bullets and shells filled the sky, creating a relentless barrage aimed at the unmanned armors. Meanwhile, dozens of pilots rushed to their planes, desperate to take off and counter the threat.