Afternoon, three or four o'clock.
The desert city was severely damaged, turned into ruins, with all kinds of high-rise buildings collapsed.
Everything was over.
The battle had started in the morning, and now, they had indeed hunted and killed the Weak-Type Creator.
"Hahaha, good, you guys are really good. You finally killed him." The man with glasses from the organization was extremely excited. He had witnessed the whole process. It was truly terrifying. Who would have thought that a supposedly weak Creator would do such a thing to eleven perfect Mutants?
But what he valued most was Thoi Tieu Phi.
This guy was stronger than before.
If it weren't for him, the outcome of this battle would have been really hard to say.
Thoi Tieu Phi had previously enhanced his strength. His two pairs of flesh wings made him even more perfect. But in the process of fighting the Creator, one pair of his flesh wings was broken.
His abdomen also had a bloody hole.
This was a serious injury inflicted by the Creator.
But fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. He just needed to rest for a while.
On the other hand, the situation of the perfect Mutants was really not good.
Four of the Mutants had died, their heads gone. In this situation, there was no possibility of them being alive. After all, their heads were gone.
The other six Mutants were more or less injured, some lightly, some heavily.
For them, after experiencing this situation, they probably wouldn't want to fight a Creator again. The fear had enveloped them, like a great mountain pressing down on their hearts.
Thoi Tieu Phi stood up to leave.
"Thoi Tieu Phi, don't you want to go back to the organization for some good treatment?" the man with glasses from the organization asked. "The Creator's genes are very good. If you fuse with these genes, your strength will definitely soar."
"No need."
Thoi Tieu Phi had no such thoughts and walked into the distance.
He didn't trust the organization very much.
Especially since he was injured now.
The man with glasses from the organization curled his lips, very dissatisfied with the pretentious Thoi Tieu Phi.
"You've all worked hard. The transport vehicle will be here later. At that time, we'll go back to the organization together to recuperate. And I'll let you see how powerful the Creator's genes are."
The man with glasses from the organization called out to everyone.
Poison Thorn Chung Hong looked at the retreating Thoi Tieu Phi, deep in thought. Then she also stood up and walked towards her motorcycle. Under everyone's gaze, she started the motorcycle, and with a roar, she sped away.
A gloomy look appeared in the eyes of the man with glasses from the organization.
He felt that these two were just not giving him any face.
For those who didn't give him face, he only had one thought: one day, he would teach them a good lesson.
But definitely not now.
. . .
Night.
Co Hang, Captain Loi, and the others had had a few drinks and were walking towards home. It was now past eight o'clock.
He looked up.
Room 704 was pitch black.
"Little Pham isn't back yet?"
Co Hang was very curious. In the past, at around six or seven o'clock, Little Pham would be back, the lights would be on, and dinner would be prepared. But now that he wasn't back, did something happen outside?
Of course, Little Pham was definitely fine. With Little Pham's strength, he really couldn't think of anyone who could be his opponent.
He took out his phone and called Lam Pham.
Soon, the call connected.
"Little Pham, you're not back yet?"
"Brother Hang, no need to wait for me. I'm outside cleaning up zombies now."
"Ah, you don't have to be like this. You can take it slow. Night is for resting. You still need to rest well."
"It's fine. This is my choice. I want to clean up the zombies as soon as possible."
After seeing the notebook, he would not change the thought in his heart.
After hanging up the phone.
Co Hang sighed. He knew that Little Pham must have experienced something that made him so eager to clean up zombies. In the past, he only cleaned up during the day, but now he even cleaned up at night.
It was too hard, very heartbreaking.
The city was pitch black at night. Lam Pham held his Frostmourne and walked in the dark city. His fingertips lightly tapped the sword, and the crisp sound echoed in the darkness.
The surrounding zombies heard the sound and ignored the dark environment.
Like mad dogs, they charged towards the source of the sound.
"Ugh, ugh..."
"Ugh, ugh..."
The concentrated roars of the zombies came through. The ground trembled slightly. As they got closer, the tremor became more and more concentrated.
"Your existence is a disaster for the living. Goodbye."
As the surrounding zombies approached.
Frostmourne fell to the ground. Frost covered the area, spreading out in all directions. In the dark night, the frost and moonlight coordinated, sparkling with a dazzling light.
Lam Pham continued forward. The frozen zombies exploded one by one, turning into scattered ice fragments that drifted in the heaven and earth.
This night was a disaster for many zombies.
A human, holding a Frostmourne, was constantly cleaning up.
No matter what kind of zombie, in front of his appearance, they would have no power to resist. Even if their crystals had reached a brilliant color, in front of this kind of frost, they still had no ability to resist.
When the first ray of sunlight appeared in the city.
Lam Pham looked up at the sky. In the desolate city, there were no more zombie figures. Tonight, four cities had been cleaned up.
This kind of speed was the real speed.
. . .
Phuc Dao.
"I've arrived."
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat was very strong. After swimming in the vast sea, he finally arrived at Phuc Dao.
This was the homeland he was once familiar with.
To find the strongest evolved Creator, he had to go to the capital of Phuc Dao. The population there was large and very concentrated. It was definitely the best choice.
Looking at the roadside sign, he knew where he was.
It wasn't far from the capital.
"As long as I find the greatest Creator of Phuc Dao and bring him there, those Creators or humans will all be fish on the chopping block. Hahaha..."
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He looked for a vehicle on the roadside.
Soon, he found one that could still be started.
The chaotic situation around him had already made it clear. When the apocalypse descended, the survivors living here probably had nowhere to hide and eventually died tragically at the hands of zombies.
He drove the car and headed towards the capital.
After a while.
He arrived near the capital. As he got closer, the number of zombies around increased. Zombie figures were everywhere, and they seemed to be crowded together.
With his appearance, the sound of the car's engine made the surrounding zombies a little restless.
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat got out of the car directly. As a zombie, he would naturally not be targeted by zombies.
"There must be the strongest Creator here."
He always firmly believed that when a country was completely occupied by zombies, the strongest Creator would definitely appear. Looking at this city, it was full of zombies everywhere.
This showed that the Awakened had not had any effect on this place at all.
He came to a normal zombie, grabbed its collar, and let out a low "Ugh, ugh" sound.
This seemed to be an exchange.
The captured normal zombie was a little surprised.
"Ugh, ugh..."
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat let go of it, having already gotten the information he wanted.
He came to a hidden place.
"Split!"
Flesh and blood twisted, and finally, two Cuong Ban Linh Nhats appeared. This was his life-saving trick, just in case he encountered a Creator with a relatively bad temper who didn't take him seriously and would kill him.
He now hated the human Lam Pham.
If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be so weak now.
When he split, half of his crystal was split off, which meant his own strength was reduced. If the split part was destroyed, it would cause a fatal blow to him.
He left the other half of the split here.
He headed towards the capital.
Soon.
He appeared in front of a kendo hall. This was a kendo hall with Phuc Dao-style architecture. The surrounding zombies were wandering around, but not a single one went towards the kendo hall.
He stood at the entrance of the kendo hall. "Respected Creator, I, Cuong Ban Linh Nhat, request to see you."
Those who could evolve into Creators.
They had IQ.
They were different from other normal zombies. Normal zombies didn't even know 1+1.
They were simply the idiots among idiots.
After he said this, he waited quietly.
"Come in."
Having received permission, Cuong Ban Linh Nhat walked towards the kendo hall.
The pure Phuc Dao language was to let the Creator know that they were on the same side.
He pushed open the main door of the kendo hall.
In the dim environment, a figure stood there.
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat was a little puzzled. The other's physique was not outstanding. It could even be said to be about the same height as other humans. With such an appearance, was he really a Creator?
He was suspicious.
But he knew this must be a Creator.
After gradually adapting to the dark environment.
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat saw the other's appearance clearly. He could only say that he was a truly perfect Creator. His whole body was covered with large muscles, with clear lines, like a mountain range, spreading in an orderly manner.
At the same time, his gaze fell on the Creator's right arm. The flesh and blood on the arm was twisting, wrapping around a samurai sword, looking as if it had become one with the flesh and blood arm.
One look, and he knew he was worthy of being the Creator of our great Yamato nation.
He looked so cool.
He remembered the group of Creators he had contacted. Their forms were really ugly, simply incomparable to the Creator he was seeing now.
There was an earth-shattering difference in their forms.
Without a second thought, Cuong Ban Linh Nhat knelt down to the Creator before him, then recounted everything he had witnessed before, telling the other that in that eastern country, there were still humans living, and the Creators there were like trash, with no use at all. He hoped he could follow him to the eastern country and occupy the territory there.
He kept telling the other about the situation in the eastern country.
At the same time, Cuong Ban Linh Nhat also knew who this Creator was.
He didn't expect it to be the successor of the Natural Heart Flow from the peaceful era, Kindo Zetsugo. Although he was only in his thirties, his attainment in kendo was still very high.
Hearing what Cuong Ban Linh Nhat said, Kindo Zetsugo also had his own thoughts.
Although he occupied the capital, he had also encountered a very terrifying zombie in another city, much stronger and more terrifying than him.
With his current ability, he was indeed no match for the other.
But if he went to the eastern country to continue to improve.
Perhaps it could really be done.
So he was a little moved by what Cuong Ban Linh Nhat said.
. . .
Outside the military base.
Hoac Phan, Luu Dao, and Phuong Trien looked ahead vigilantly.
"It's time to resupply. Tell all the members to pay more attention," Luu Dao reminded them. They had been relatively safe on their journey so far, and the biggest credit for that was due to the second-generation battle armor.
This allowed them to be much more at ease when facing zombies.
They were now passing by a military base.
They wanted to properly resupply their equipment. The power of hot weapons was still very useful. For ordinary survivors, the use of hot weapons might be to threaten other ordinary survivors. If they wanted to use weapons to threaten zombies, it was basically impossible.
The number of zombies was enough to prove that it was impossible to wipe them out with weapons alone.
Hoac Phan said: "Brother Dao, the military base is strictly controlled. If the people inside turned into zombies, they definitely wouldn't be able to get out. I think the number of zombies here is definitely not small."
Phuong Trien on the side nodded in strong agreement.
A moment later.
They opened the main gate of the military base.
The situation inside was very desolate. If it were before, let alone entering, just getting close to this place would probably get you held at gunpoint and thoroughly investigated to see if you were a spy.
"Strange, why is there no one here?" Hoac Phan was very puzzled.
This was a little different from what he had imagined.
Logically speaking, after the people in the military base turned into zombies, without a passage to leave, they would definitely not be able to leave. They would definitely be trapped here. If anyone came in, they would definitely be attacked by zombies.
But now, not even a ghost could be seen.
It had to be said, it was a bit strange.
Luu Dao said in a deep voice: "Be careful. We can't be careless. Be ready to fight at any time."
A moment later.
"Brother Dao, Brother Phan, come and see this."
Phuong Trien stared dumbfounded at the situation in front of him.
"What's wrong?"
Luu Dao and Hoac Phan came over curiously. When they came to Phuong Trien's side and saw the situation in front of them, the expressions on their faces underwent an earth-shattering change.
They were even very puzzled by the situation in front of them.
They saw many long-dead zombies lying on the ground. These zombies were wearing military uniforms, and another half of the zombies had guns on them. This scene looked as if a fierce battle had taken place.
"What happened here?" Luu Dao asked.
Phuong Trien said: "I remember the <
Luu Dao and Hoac Phan looked at each other.
A deep sense of shock.
Could this be the final reason?
The reason there were no zombies in the military base was because they had been eliminated early on by the soldiers who had kept their beliefs?
They searched inside.
Soon, they saw another shocking scene.
In this military base, there was actually a Tyrant Zombie's corpse, and around the Tyrant Zombie were dozens to hundreds of zombies holding weapons.
The Tyrant Zombie was already dead.
And that group of soldiers holding weapons was also dead.
Although a long time had passed, the craters around were still faintly visible, which was enough to imagine how fierce the battle here had been at that time.
Phuong Trien said: "As expected, in places we don't know, even if some people turned into zombies, they are still fighting against zombies. This reminds me of the content recorded in Brother Lam's illustrated handbook. In Hoang City, there is a group of firefighters. When there is a fire somewhere, that group of firefighters who have turned into zombies will still go to put out the fire. If you don't see this kind of thing with your own eyes, probably no one would believe it."
Hoac Phan said: "There's very little we can do. Let's bury them. At least we can let them rest in peace."
Luu Dao nodded, agreeing with such an action. Yes, let them rest in peace. Encountering such a situation, how could they not be shocked? He even thought to himself, if one day he turned into a zombie, could he do something like this?
He felt that he definitely couldn't do it.
Perhaps in the end, he would become the kind of zombie that went crazy for human flesh and blood.
Soon, Luu Dao called everyone to start working, burying this group of corpses. And they would rest in this military base, resupply ammunition, and repair the damaged Tank and armored car.
The war was far from over. It was still going on. They didn't know when it would end. They could only keep moving forward in this terrible apocalypse, dedicating their last lives.
. . .
A few days later.
"Respected Kindo Zetsugo Creator, in this city, there is a Creator."
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat brought the Phuc Dao Creator to a city and told him the situation here. The southern Creators were very scattered and very difficult to find, but this Creator belonged to Cuong Ban Linh Nhat's leader.
Being controlled by this kind of Creator made Cuong Ban Linh Nhat feel extremely ashamed.
So the purpose of him bringing Kindo Zetsugo here was to let the other party understand that our Phuc Dao Creators are the strongest.
Kindo Zetsugo looked at this city, his gaze locked on a building in the distance. He let out a low roar, suddenly sped up, and headed into the distance.
Seeing this situation, Cuong Ban Linh Nhat's face changed slightly.
"Please wait for me." Kindo Zetsugo's speed was really too fast, so fast that Cuong Ban Linh Nhat didn't even have time to react. This speed was beyond his imagination. Could this be the speed that a so-called perfect Creator should have?
There was no other way. Cuong Ban Linh Nhat could only try his best to chase after him.
He really didn't expect the Creator from his homeland to be so domineering. Judging by the direction he was heading, that was clearly where the Creator was located. He didn't expect to find it as soon as he arrived. It had to be said... he was indeed a perfect Creator.
Not long after.
When Cuong Ban Linh Nhat arrived at the scene, he was frightened by the scene before him.
His eyes widened.
That Creator was already dead, its head held in Kindo Zetsugo's hand. At this moment, he felt that the true King had descended.
Kindo Zetsugo crushed the Creator's head, threw the crystal into his mouth, and revealed a look of great enjoyment.
The stunned Cuong Ban Linh Nhat came to his senses.
He hurriedly went forward.
"You are indeed the strongest," Cuong Ban Linh Nhat said very respectfully.
Kindo Zetsugo said: "Where is the human you mentioned? Take me to him."
"Don't you need to hunt a few more Creators? That human is a bit powerful. I'm afraid..." Cuong Ban Linh Nhat was sincerely wishing the other party well. After all, he had witnessed Lam Pham's strength. It was really terrifying. At least, of the Creators he knew, none were his match.
Swish!
Kindo Zetsugo's samurai sword rested on his neck. "Are you doubting my strength?"
"No, I wouldn't dare. The location of those humans is in the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter. I'll take you there."
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat hurriedly said. He felt that if he continued to blabber, he might be chopped to death by the other.
He thought in his mind.
The Creator before him could easily kill a native Creator. He might not be Lam Pham's match.
Thinking of this.
Cuong Ban Linh Nhat was once again full of confidence.
And after they left.
A controlled zombie transmitted the situation here back. Tan Linh received the news immediately. Another guy had called a Creator from Phuc Dao, wanting to go to the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter to challenge that person's authority.
It was really interesting enough.
He had now become like this, just wanting the best and most perfect evolution. But evolution required more mediums, more victorious genes, so he no longer needed ordinary humans.
Instead, he needed Awakened or Mutants with outstanding genes.
But this situation was also worth taking advantage of.
Although he didn't know where more Creators were, the whereabouts of a few Creators were still under his control. If he told them about the situation here.
Perhaps they would all have ideas.
He knew that the group of rational Creators all wanted to destroy Lam Pham from the Sunshine Shelter.
For the Creators, they were the masters of the apocalypse. Humans were a species that should have already left the stage, yet they were still stubbornly surviving, which was very anxious.
That human Lam Pham was an even harder rock for this race, always launching devastating attacks on their zombies.
This had long since aroused the dissatisfaction of all the Creators.
And at this time, Lam Pham was cleaning up the cities he passed through one by one. The cleanup speed had reached its limit. This kind of cleanup was to abandon all crystals.
No matter what kind of zombie was frozen, even the crystal would be shattered.
For other Awakened, this was simply a waste.
But for Lam Pham, slowing down the cleanup speed was his biggest mistake.