Regardless of whether it was a Creator or a zombie tide.
They were all existences that everyone feared.
But in Lam Pham's eyes, they could be said to be points. More importantly, by cleaning them up, the world would be rid of another batch of harmful zombies.
"Chuc Thanh, how many Creators are there?"
Lam Pham asked. No matter how many Creators there were, it was all the same to him. If he really wanted to treat them all equally, whether it was a Creator or a normal zombie, it was just a matter of being dealt with by a single sword strike.
"There's only one Creator. There are quite a few evolved-type zombies."
Chuc Thanh was blinded by the crystals of the evolved-type zombies, especially when they were gathered together. It was a test for his observation skills. If it weren't for his better vision, he would have gone blind long ago.
"Oh, is that so?"
Lam Pham nodded, appearing very relaxed. He sniffed the air. "What a fragrant smell. The smell of hot pot. I don't think I'm mistaken."
A patrol member said: "Brother Lam, your nose is so sensitive. We were just having hot pot when suddenly, the zombies came."
When it came to food, Lam Pham was quite interested.
His favorite was hot pot.
Under less than ideal conditions, he would usually make it at home.
"What dishes did you prepare?" Lam Pham asked curiously.
The patrol member said: "Hmm... there's meat, vegetables, ham, and so on. The ingredients are very rich. The soup base is a packaged one from a famous hot pot restaurant."
"Oh, did you turn off the heat? If you cook it for too long, the soup base will go dry."
Lam Pham reminded him. But such a reminder, no matter how you put it, always felt a bit out of place with the current situation.
After all, the current scene was very serious.
Behind them was the hot pot.
In front of them was a mighty zombie tide, and a Creator.
If any other survivor encountered this situation, they would definitely flip the table. What hot pot? Either run or fight. There was no other choice.
"Don't worry, Brother Lam. I turned off the hot pot when I left. We can eat together after this is settled," the patrol member invited.
"Alright, I quite like hot pot."
Lam Pham did not refuse. No one could refuse delicious food.
Lao Chung and the others looked at each other, blinking, their eyes filled with bewilderment.
They really wanted to say, "Bro... can we give the zombie tide in front some face? No matter what, there's at least one Creator in there."
Is it appropriate to talk about hot pot now? It doesn't feel appropriate.
This is too disrespectful to the Creator.
At this moment.
The zombie tide was getting closer and closer, about to reach the edge of the river-crossing bridge.
The Creator in the zombie tide was still inciting the zombies.
"Attack, attack fiercely."
The incited zombies naturally roared, their primitive ferocity completely aroused. There was no other thought, just to do it, to completely devour the humans in front of them.
But soon.
The Creator hiding in the zombie tide found that the situation was a little off.
According to the intelligence, a very powerful Creator had come to hunt the human Lam Pham. But looking at the situation ahead, something seemed a little strange.
Having evolved to this level, besides having intelligence, one had to be vigilant.
Before learning about Lam Pham from the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter, no zombie was afraid of humans.
They would charge upon seeing them, and the final victory would surely belong to the zombies.
But now...
"Wait, wait."
The Creator issued the order to stop. Feeling that the situation was a little off, it wanted to observe the situation from a distance first.
But the zombies, who were in a frenzy, heard the order, but their legs were a little out of control. Once they started running, the inertia was very difficult to overcome.
Thus...
Thump!
Thump!
The zombies in front stabilized themselves, and the zombies behind crashed into them in a chain reaction. One wave after another, the originally orderly formation was instantly in chaos.
Some zombies were crushed by the large evolved-type zombies, their internal organs exploding out.
Some had their heads stomped on, directly turning into a pulp.
The scene was a mess.
Lam Pham hadn't even made a move, and the zombie tide had already caused a collision and stampede because it was running too fast and stopped too quickly.
What a terrible thing.
Lao Chung: "What's going on? Why are the perfectly fine zombies in such a mess?"
Chuc Thanh: "Could it be that the zombies in the front row have arthritis, and their legs gave out while they were running?"
Vuong Khai: "What the hell arthritis? How could a zombie have arthritis? I think it must have been stunned by Brother Lam's aura."
Swish!
Swish!
Everyone's gaze fell on Vuong Khai. This horse's ass was kissed perfectly. Those who came after, even if they wanted to kiss it hard, wouldn't have this level of skill.
"Why are you all looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?" Vuong Khai looked at the crowd in surprise.
Just an exchange.
He was just saying what he was thinking.
He felt there was nothing wrong with it.
"Nothing."
Everyone shook their heads, indicating that he was right, there was nothing wrong at all.
The slightly chaotic zombie tide gradually calmed down. After some adjustment, the agitated zombies returned to their original calmness.
The Creator in the zombie tide observed the situation in the distance.
Not to mention a Creator, there wasn't even a single normal zombie in front.
The Creator began to have doubts.
Could it be that the zombie that had notified it was lying?
Impossible.
Or was it that the powerful Creator hadn't arrived yet, and it had just arrived a little too early?
Hmm... it's possible.
Instantly.
The observing Creator suddenly found that the situation was a little off. At the end of that bridge, the ground seemed to be piled with shattered pieces of meat, and there was still a steaming aura.
Any normal person would definitely not have such good vision, but it was a Creator, so its vision was naturally very good.
It thought of a terrifying situation.
It wasn't that the Creator from before hadn't come.
Instead, it had come and had already been killed by the human Lam Pham.
That's right, it must be so.
Lam Pham, who was waiting for the zombie tide to charge over, saw that there was still no movement on that side and was also a little anxious. Suddenly, he saw a commotion in the zombie tide. He looked closely and saw that the Creator hidden in the zombie tide was actually trying to escape.
"I see it. It actually wants to run. I have to have a good chat with it."
Lam Pham charged towards the zombie tide.
The Creator, who was already trying to escape, saw the human Lam Pham charging over. Its heart trembled, and it wanted to speed up its escape even more. Just thinking about it felt extremely humiliating.
As a Creator, and with countless zombie tides.
If any human saw their formation, who wouldn't run faster than a dog? But now the situation had changed. The one who was running was it.
Lam Pham held his Frostmourne. He didn't freeze the zombie tide. It was so close to the shelter. Destroying the crystals was not worth it. He would just clean them up later and let them collect them.
The fleeing Creator released the order, causing the zombie tide to charge at Lam Pham.
"Ugh, ugh..."
"Ugh, ugh," the out-of-control zombie tide roared ferociously, each of them with a fierce expression, wanting to devour the delicious flesh and blood that was charging towards them.
"Bringing disgrace upon yourself."
Lam Pham swung his sword. A ranged slash, which was countless times stronger than the one Kindo Zetsugo had swung before. There was simply no comparison between the two.
Puff!
Puff!
The charging zombies were covered by the sharp edge. Their upper and lower bodies were severed, and their flesh and organs spilled out, scattering all over the ground.
The fleeing Creator could feel that sharp edge.
The terrified it was chilled to the bone. It suddenly jumped up, looked down, and just as it thought, the zombie tide below was covered by that sharp edge. They were all cut in half. The continuous wave of zombies collapsed with a rumble, fiercely impacting its heart.
"Fortunately, my senses are high enough."
The Creator was overjoyed.
Puff!
In an instant.
The Creator felt that it could no longer feel its lower half. It looked down and saw a wound appear at its waist, directly cutting it in half. It watched helplessly as its lower half fell to the ground.
"What a terrifying human."
The Creator was terrified in its heart. It couldn't control its body and kept falling. With a loud bang, it smashed heavily onto the ground. As a Creator, its body's strength naturally didn't need to be said.
Even the weapons that humans had reinforced with crystals could hardly harm it.
But today, its body was like tofu, easily cut in half.
"Are you okay?"
Lam Pham was relatively polite to the native Creators. He would usually use the most gentle attitude while performing the most domineering actions, never letting a zombie feel that he was an easy to bully human.
The Creator, with its lower half cut off, looked at the human that had appeared before it.
Its ferocious expression revealed a kind of anger, but the anger contained a trace of panic. But as a Creator, it would not allow itself to show any expression of fear.
Looking at the Creator before him, Lam Pham lamented in his heart. It had to be said, it was still a bit ugly. Its face had no skin, but was a mass of flesh and tissue, bright red. The corner of its mouth was split a bit too much. Looking closely, you could see that inside its mouth, there seemed to be unknown insects like horsehair worms squirming.
"Let me take a picture of you. I didn't even take a picture of that Creator from before, because it came from Phuc Dao. I don't like it. It's not qualified to enter the <
Lam Pham raised his camera and aimed the lens at the other party.
The Creator, lying on the ground, heard these words and thought in its heart, "Should I be grateful to you?"
Click!
Click!
The sound of the shutter. "I'm done. It's still okay. Where did you come from? I can give you some time to call your friends to save you, for example, other Creators. I think you should have some."
Lam Pham's exchange with the Creator was actually similar to an exchange with a human. The other party was intelligent, so there was no problem with communication. Even if the other party didn't want to talk to him.
As long as it could understand, it was fine.
A low sound came from the Creator's throat. It didn't think of various ways to deceive its way through when Lam Pham said these words, for example, by deceiving Lam Pham. Instead, it glared at Lam Pham, its gaze as if it wanted to swallow him.
"You don't have any friends?" Lam Pham asked.
"No."
It finally replied.
But such a reply made Lam Pham a little helpless. He didn't expect it to have no friends. He found this to be a very regrettable thing. Were the Creators among the zombies all so solitary?
He thought of the group of Creators who had held a meeting before.
They were clearly much smarter.
They knew how to unite.
And now, if he had no friends.
Then for Lam Pham, it had no value to keep. Letting a Creator leave would cause great trouble.
Puff!
A cold light flashed. In the Creator's eyes, this cold light was eternal.
Inside the fortress.
"It's so fragrant."
Lam Pham picked up a piece of ham, dipped it in sauce, and enjoyed it with a smile.
The surrounding patrol members felt that being able to eat hot pot with Lam Pham was an extremely happy thing. Although they had always been in the Sunshine Shelter.
But there were too many survivors in the shelter, and it was rare to have a chance to eat with Lam Pham.
Outside, some survivors were already collecting crystals.
Lao Chung and the others had already finished their meal and were helping everyone search for crystals in the shattered zombie corpses.
"You guys feel pretty good here," Lam Pham chatted with them casually.
His biggest dream was to provide everyone with a safe living environment.