The Necromancer in the Apocalypse

A skeleton wielding a light machine gun, zombies frantically stepping on the accelerator and turning the steering wheel. Shadow creatures slashing with blades, the driver's blood staining the tank cockpit. Thousands of enemy mutated creatures, carrying guns and personal missiles, are rushing towards this direction. Helicopters are circling, fighter jets are diving. Bullets like rain, shells whistling. Nuclear warheads are coming from thousands of miles away, and will fall and explode in half a second. No radar, no satellite monitoring... But the protagonist looks up at the sky, a calm and composed smile on his face.