"Why hasn't he made a move yet?"
Gang Ben Ling Yi was extremely anxious. It had placed all its hopes on Han Hech Yu. The so-called strongest Creator of the Cosmic Nation couldn't just do nothing, right?
It wanted to speak up and remind Han Hech Yu to make a move, but after thinking about it, it still didn't say anything. It focused its gaze and stared without blinking, hoping that Han Hech Yu could kill Lam Pham and fulfill the wish that had kept it alive until now.
At this moment.
Han Hech Yu looked at Lam Pham before him and carefully thought about what the other had just said. The more it thought, the more it felt it made sense.
The ability to predict had tied its hands and feet.
Seeing what was about to happen, its thoughts would change.
"Do you think what I said makes a lot of sense?" Lam Pham asked with a smile. The other's expression had already shown that it was pondering his words. As expected of a perfect Creator, it was more thoughtful than other Creators, knew to listen to others' suggestions, and thus make the best choice.
Han Hech Yu let out a low roar, its voice very heavy. With a bang, it charged at Lam Pham like a fierce tiger. For it, as long as it didn't know the future, then it was fearless, invincible.
"Die!"
It violently swung its meat blade. The meat blade rubbed against the air, erupting with a roaring, deafening explosion.
As a Creator, it naturally knew how sharp the meat blade was.
It was sharp enough to cut through anything.
Nothing could block the sharp edge of the meat blade.
Crack!
In an instant.
Han Hech Yu looked down at its arm. The meat blade was already shattered, scattered all over the ground. Perhaps it hadn't expected that, even without predicting the future, the situation was still exactly the same as predicted.
How could this be...
Was there really no room for resistance?
Since becoming the strongest Creator of the Cosmic Nation, it had never had such a sense of powerlessness.
Lam Pham smiled and said, "It seems whether you predict it or not, it's all the same. Your speed is actually very fast, but in my eyes, your speed is very slow, really very slow."
Han Hech Yu's broken meat blade grew back again. Then it looked up at Lam Pham and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Why would you think that? I'm just telling the truth. I already know your situation. You came from the Cosmic Nation to a place you shouldn't have come. I can't let you wreak havoc here. Next is your last chance. I hope you can cherish it. Make your move," Lam Pham had already decided to kill the Creator before him. He had already tested what needed to be tested. The other really had the ability to regenerate severed limbs.
As for whether it could release other abilities, that was no longer a very important matter.
"Damn it." Han Hech Yu felt a sense of oppression. The human before it looked harmless, but the feeling of him holding that sword and just standing there gave it a deep sense of powerlessness.
The ground around him was trembling slightly. The gravel on the ground floated up. A force invisible to the naked eye enveloped Lam Pham.
"Telekinesis?"
Lam Pham felt it.
This force wanted to absorb him. If it were anyone else, in the face of this force, they would probably have no room for resistance.
Under the crushing force of this power, their bodies would be torn into pieces.
Suddenly.
This force disappeared in an instant.
Lam Pham was very surprised to look at Han Hech Yu. Why did it give up all of a sudden?
And at this moment, Han Hech Yu's mouth was wide open, a look of fear on its face. Its body was even trembling uncontrollably.
It saw it. While it was releasing its telekinesis, the other swung Frostmourne. The grace of that sword was truly dazzling. It was clearly a very slow swing, but it just couldn't dodge it. Its head and body separated and spun, finally rolling to the ground.
This was also the scene it had seen.
In other words, it, Han Hech Yu, would completely bid farewell to this world in the next few seconds.
"Why is he so terrifying?"
Han Hech Yu shivered like a leaf.
"What's wrong with you? Did you use your prediction ability to see the future again? Really, I hope you can believe me. Don't use your prediction ability. You have to choose to believe in yourself. As long as you don't see the future, you won't be defeated," Lam Pham comforted the other's agitated heart, hoping it could understand this principle.
The strongest Creator of the Cosmic Nation before him was already afraid. Death made it unable to maintain its previous composure.
Han Hech Yu still didn't speak. Its constantly trembling body already said everything.
Not far away, Gang Ben Ling Yi was already cursing in its heart.
Idiot...
What the hell are you playing at? Why aren't you making a move? In its heart, the scene should be a world-shaking great battle, and then the strongest Creator of the Cosmic Nation would step on the hateful human Lam Pham.
Not like this, dawdling until now.
Han Hech Yu blamed all its mistakes on Gang Ben Ling Yi. It was doing just fine in the Cosmic Nation. It was this guy who unscrupulously tricked it here to meet this terrifying human.
In a few short seconds, it witnessed its own death too many times.
The most desperate thing was not seeing hope.
"Can you let me go back? Back to my own country. We can pretend I've never been here. From now on, I will never come," Han Hech Yu looked straight at Lam Pham and said its current thoughts.
It was all for the sake of survival.
"Do you think that's possible?" Lam Pham asked back.
Han Hech Yu said firmly, "I think it's possible."
A smile gradually spread across Lam Pham's face, "Are all the Creators on your side as cute and naive as you?"
When the other party arrived here.
Its fate was already sealed. There would be no change.
"What do you want to let me go?" Han Hech Yu's momentum weakened, its tone of voice containing a kind of pleading, hoping that the human before it would let it go, seeing that its attitude was a little better.
As long as it left this place, it promised never to come again.
It was really terrifying. Its weak heart couldn't bear such pressure.
Lam Pham shook his head, "Alright, it's getting late. It's time to end this. Your existence is not a good thing for humanity. Let's end it here."
Hearing these words, Han Hech Yu's expression gradually became ferocious, "I'll fight you to the death!"
Pfft!
Lam Pham swung Frostmourne, and a cold light appeared. A head spun up. The moment its head and body separated, Han Hech Yu could still see the surrounding scene with its eyes.
Everything, everything was so real.
But now, there was nothing left.
It all vanished into thin air.
"Holy crap?"
Not far away, Gang Ben Ling Yi was completely dumbfounded.
Gone?
It's over just like that?
It couldn't believe what it was seeing with its own eyes.
"The strongest Creator of the Cosmic Nation, just died like that?"
Gang Ben Ling Yi couldn't accept this situation. For a moment, it couldn't even distinguish between reality and illusion.
It sat paralyzed on the ground, its eyes staring blankly into the distance.
It had already tried very hard to find a powerful Creator. It had found many, and every Creator it found felt very powerful, but the final result was extremely desperate.
The more it jumped, the more cruelly its face was slapped.
[Killed: Han Hech Yu]
[Points +200]
Lam Pham was startled. He didn't expect the points to reach such a high level of two hundred. Among the zombies he had hunted, the highest score was [Crimson Wings] with one hundred and twenty points.
Lam Pham temporarily didn't cut open Han Hech Yu's head, but looked at the remaining zombie tide not far away. He definitely couldn't let them leave. He had to eliminate them all here.
He carried Frostmourne like a hungry wolf entering a flock of sheep, opening a frantic hunting mode. Instantly, the scene became a mess, and countless zombie limbs were chopped and scattered everywhere.
The zombies that were terrifying to ordinary people were as weak as could be in Lam Pham's eyes.
A cold light flashed rapidly in the zombie tide, like lightning flashing. In an instant, endless waves of the zombie tide collapsed.
A moment later.
"Are you okay?"
Lam Pham appeared in front of Gang Ben Ling Yi, asking with a smile. If it wasn't for the still bleeding Frostmourne being exceptionally conspicuous, one would really think he and Gang Ben Ling Yi were good friends.
Gang Ben Ling Yi looked at Lam Pham in despair. It had really tried its best, but the final result was always desperate.
"Come on, let me pull you up. Don't be afraid, don't be nervous." Lam Pham extended his hand towards Gang Ben Ling Yi.
Gang Ben Ling Yi looked up and stared blankly at Lam Pham.
If it were dusk now, and there was a famous photographer present, then a very meaningful photo would definitely be taken.
Even the name had already been thought of.
[Lam Pham's Gentleness]
Gang Ben Ling Yi slowly stood up. It didn't know what the other wanted to do now.
"You can go," Lam Pham waved at it.
Hearing this, Gang Ben Ling Yi's tiger-like body trembled, and it said in disbelief, "You're not going to kill me?"
"I'm not killing you. A certain spirit in you has moved me. Never say give up, not be defeated by temporary failures, and be able to recover and be full of fighting spirit in a very short time," Lam Pham said.
Gang Ben Ling Yi thought about it. It seemed that it really had this kind of spirit.
"Arigatou."
"Speak Mandarin."
"Thank you."
Gang Ben Ling Yi displayed its polite spirit and bowed to Lam Pham.
"Go on," Lam Pham waved his hand.
"Thank you, thank you, arigatou, thank you..."
Gang Ben Ling Yi retreated while saying thanks. It wasn't until it had pulled some distance from Lam Pham that it turned and ran, without even looking back. The scene was deeply imprinted in its mind, bringing it boundless fear.
Lam Pham looked at Gang Ben Ling Yi's departing back, a ripple of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Go on, lure more zombies to seek revenge on me. I'll be waiting for you in Hoang City."
He hoped that Gang Ben Ling Yi could lure more zombies to come to him. If this continued, it would give the survivors who had not entered the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter more hope of survival.
At this moment.
Lam Pham looked at the zombie tide on the other side. These zombies were all local.
Although he didn't want to see outside zombies bully his own local zombies, after the enemies were eliminated, he should also properly clean up the local zombies here.
He took steps and walked towards the zombie tide.
What surprised Lam Pham a little was that this group of zombies actually didn't launch an attack on him.
Strange.
Logically speaking, the zombies would definitely erupt with their most primitive ferocity. Why were they all so honest and just watching now?
When he walked in front of the zombie tide, the zombie tide became chaotic, and a path opened up. Then the Creator who was in control here appeared.
"Human Lam Pham, thank you for your help. I have accepted your good intentions. Your actions have earned you my friendship."
The Creator had already automatically filled in the picture in its brain. The other party had helped it in order to gain its friendship. Of course, it was also deeply shocked by Lam Pham's strength.
So strong.
Simply terrifying to the extreme.
Lam Pham blinked. He didn't quite understand what the Creator before him was saying.
Gained its friendship?
A strange statement.
Instantly, he understood. The Creator before him had taken his appearance as helping it. What a powerful thought pattern, to actually produce such a situation.
"Hello, can I take a picture of you?" Lam Pham asked.
"Of course you can."
The Creator raised its head and struck a pose. It knew this human's habit. He liked to take pictures of all kinds of zombies and Creators, and then add them to the "Zombie Illustrated Guide."
It didn't care at all about the fate of the zombies in the guide.
But it could say with great confidence that since the human before it had already gained its friendship, it would definitely write about it nicely in the guide.
"Thank you. You really cooperate well with me."
Lam Pham raised his camera, aimed the lens, and with a few clicks, permanently captured the other's appearance.
"You are the most cooperative Creator I have ever met. You even took the initiative to appear in front of me. Don't worry, later I will quickly swing Frostmourne, split open your head, let this sword absorb all your crystals. I will freeze your corpse and turn it into dregs. I won't give you to Officer Hoang."
He took a photo and spoke in a very gentle tone.
The Creator, who was happy in its heart, its expression gradually froze, becoming particularly stiff. It widened its eyes and looked at Lam Pham in disbelief.
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"I know. Maybe you misunderstood something before?"
"Then why did you help me kill those zombies? Weren't you trying to convey your goodwill to me?"
"Convey goodwill? I'm sorry, I just said you misunderstood. I saw that those zombies were foreign zombies, and I didn't want you to be bullied by outside zombies, so I cleaned them up. After it's over, I'll turn around and clean you all up."
Lam Pham never said anything false to the other party.
He always showed his truest self.
He wouldn't deceive...
"You... you."
The Creator couldn't accept this kind of statement. For a moment, it was so angry that it didn't know what to say.
Swish!
Lam Pham raised Frostmourne. Under the sunlight, the glow of the semi-divine weapon became more and more dazzling, more and more brilliant.
"Alright, time is tight, no more nonsense. Let's just do it directly. I know your ability. You're not as powerful as that Creator from the Cosmic Nation, so I'm not that interested in you."
Lam Pham liked this kind of Creator. It was so good. It came out on its own, saving him the trouble of looking.
The Creator still stared blankly at Lam Pham, not yet having reacted to what Lam Pham had said.
It didn't matter if it didn't react.
In any case, Lam Pham had already said everything he needed to say.
He swung Frostmourne.
With a thud.
He directly split the Creator before him in half. The crystal in its head was absorbed. The surrounding zombies, which were under its control, watched the situation before them with their own eyes.
If they could speak, they would definitely exclaim... "Great Creator, what on earth are you doing? You didn't let us attack the delicious human in front of us. You just ran over and let him split you open. What on earth are you thinking?"
Don't you know that such a move is very bad?
With the Creator's death, the zombies began to get out of control.
"Ooh ooh..."
"Ooh ooh..."
Low roars came one after another, like a tide, overwhelming. Each ferocious face was like a mad dog, charging at Lam Pham.
Lam Pham had thought of freezing them, but on second thought, he decided against it. Freezing them would waste too many crystals. He would just hunt them directly, let Frostmourne get a boost. After cleaning them up, he would freeze these zombie corpses and clean up the environment.
He carried his sword and charged in without hesitation. The sword light flashed, its sharp edge cutting. In front of him, the zombies were just things to be cut at will. With one sword, all the zombies in front of him were killed.
Although the number of zombies was very large, when Lam Pham swung his sword, his target was always the zombie's head. He would absolutely not waste any crystal.
Soon.
There were no more standing zombies.
Looking at the ground full of corpses, he had a sense of satisfaction. He had cleaned all of these up.
"Let's freeze them."
The tip of Frostmourne slowly lowered and touched the ground.
Frost covered everything. In an instant, it was a vast expanse of white. With a crack, the frost shattered and turned into ice shards that rose with the wind.
Under the sunlight.
The ice shards refracted colorful colors, very beautiful, even breathtakingly beautiful.
Lam Pham walked to Han Hech Yu's corpse. This was a gift he was giving to Officer Hoang. Such a perfectly evolved Creator should not be wasted in vain.
He cut open its head.
He wanted to see what the crystal in the head of this kind of Creator looked like.
"Oh, so it's all the same. I thought it would be something special."
Lam Pham smiled, feeling he had been overthinking.
He took out his satellite phone and dialed.
"Hey, Officer Hoang, where are you? I'm coming to give you a gift..."
...
A desolate small town.
This small town was already devoid of any anger. There were zombie corpses everywhere around. The fresh blood had dyed the ground red. This was all the masterpiece of Officer Hoang. Wherever Officer Hoang went, as long as he saw a zombie, he would clean it up without hesitation.
At this moment, Officer Hoang looked at Lam Pham, his gaze seemed to reveal a kind of human confusion.
"Officer Hoang, this is the corpse of the strongest Creator of the Cosmic Nation that I deliberately brought for you. Hurry up and gnaw on its body. I think you will definitely become stronger," Lam Pham urged, while pointing at the corpse on the ground.
He really wanted to know to what extent the constantly evolving Officer Hoang could be enhanced.
Officer Hoang looked at the headless corpse and was unable to come to his senses for a long time. There was even an indescribable sense of helplessness. He knew this was deliberately brought to him by Lam Pham, but such a move didn't seem very good.
Lam Pham saw that Officer Hoang was indifferent and began to speak again, "Officer Hoang, you absolutely must not misunderstand. This is definitely not a bribe. It's because I believe that only when Officer Hoang becomes stronger can he better protect ordinary citizens. For example, an ordinary citizen like me really needs Officer Hoang's protection."
He was very familiar with Officer Hoang. Seeing that Officer Hoang was motionless, he didn't need to think to know why.
Therefore, he wanted to make Officer Hoang deeply understand how important his own responsibility was.
He absolutely could not miss something more important because of some principles.
Officer Hoang looked at Lam Pham and rolled his eyes, as if to say, "And you still call yourself an ordinary citizen?"
"You still need me to protect you?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You've been the one feeding me all this time. The vast majority of the credit for me having this much power now is yours."
"Oh."
Officer Hoang replied.
Getting a definite reply, Lam Pham said with a smile on his face, "Officer Hoang, we've known each other since not long after the apocalypse broke out. Until now, I have been under Officer Hoang's protection. I'm very happy to be able to do a few things for Officer Hoang."
Officer Hoang: ...?
Lam Pham said, "Officer Hoang, I believe that one day, the apocalypse will completely end. Everyone will definitely be able to live under the sun without worries, under the protection of Officer Hoang."
Officer Hoang: ...?
Lam Pham said, "Go, Officer Hoang! The people of the future will definitely remember Officer Hoang's contributions. And I also hope that the police officers of the future can learn from Officer Hoang."
Officer Hoang: ...?
Officer Hoang clearly didn't want to communicate with Lam Pham. He picked up the Creator's corpse from the ground, said nothing, did nothing, directly turned around, waved at Lam Pham, and then walked into the unknown distance.
The smile on Lam Pham's face became even brighter. Although Officer Hoang said nothing, he knew that Officer Hoang had agreed.
"Officer Hoang doesn't want to gnaw on the Creator's corpse in front of me. It must be because he thinks the scene will be very bloody, so he's avoiding it. He's really a thoughtful Officer Hoang."
Lam Pham muttered to himself.
If Officer Hoang hadn't left, he would have definitely collapsed and shouted.
"I beg you, don't praise me, don't lift me up. I'm really afraid of being praised to death by you."
After this incident, he also knew that the situation with the foreign zombies was not optimistic. Perhaps they also had zombies like Officer Hoang who could have reason, but they didn't have a good citizen like him.
So the situation was definitely very bad.
...
Hoang City, the place where Little Than was staying.
After Lam Pham returned, he was called over to Little Than's side by Co Hang.
"That's how it is. They sneaked in, wanting to kill one of our people at will, and then leave. Fortunately, they were caught by Little Than. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Co Hang explained the cause of the matter clearly.
Lam Pham looked at these two Mutators. Since he was back, there was no need for Little Than to continue binding them. A Mutator who could resist in front of him probably hadn't been born yet.
"I've heard of Trinh Thien Hao. Before, there were seven Mutators who followed him, and they were killed by Quy Thu Nguyet and her group."
Lam Pham hadn't expected the other party to think he had killed those seven Mutators. Of course, if he had to say he killed one, it was only one, the one who had undergone a genetic mutation.
The two Mutators trembled in front of Lam Pham, not daring to raise their heads. They knew that the one who had appeared before them now was the most powerful figure among humans.
They were absolutely no match for him.
Lam Pham said, "I know your situation. There's no need to say any words that go against your true feelings. I can see through your hearts and know whether you are telling the truth or a lie."
Thud!
Thud!
The strong man and the yellow-haired man knelt on both knees and said tearfully, "We know we were wrong. We were all forced. Please don't kill us. We also long for a better life, but we really have no choice."
Lam Pham shook his head and said, "See? I just told you not to lie. It hasn't been long, and you're already lying to me. How can you expect me to trust you? Can't people be more sincere with each other?"
He could see their true nature from their eyes. However pathetic they were now, that was how arrogant they were before.
As Mutators, they had power that ordinary people could not imagine.
So ordinary people were like ants in their eyes.
Therefore, they would not take ordinary survivors seriously.
"We just want to live. Is that wrong?"
The two Mutators' desire to survive was extremely strong. They really didn't want to die. So in front of Lam Pham, they let go of everything, just hoping that the other would see that they were pitiful enough and let them go.
Lam Pham said, "Do you know where the organization's headquarters is?"
The two Mutators shook their heads frantically, their heads like rattles.
"We are just ordinary Mutators. How could we know where the headquarters is? But maybe our boss knows."
"The butcher Trinh Thien Hao?"
"Yes."
"Then are you willing to take me to find your boss?"
"We are willing."
The two Mutators, without a second thought, directly sold out their boss.
Lam Pham's idea was very simple. He would just search slowly, starting from the small ones. He felt that even their boss, the butcher Trinh Thien Hao, might not necessarily know.
Chung Hong was also a perfect Mutator, but she didn't know either, so he didn't hold out much hope for this.
"Can you tell me where your boss is?" Lam Pham asked with a smile.
"If we tell you, can you let us go?"
The two Mutators were really scared.
They had watched a lot of TV dramas. Often, after saying what the other wanted to know, they would be silenced. So they were afraid that something like this would happen to them.
Lam Pham said, "Letting you go is unrealistic, but I can give you a chance to live. The Hoang City Prison holds many criminals. You might be imprisoned for life. Are you willing?"
If Officer Hoang were here, these two would have no chance of survival.
It was just that Officer Hoang had left Hoang City.
"We are willing! We are willing!"
They hurriedly nodded. It was good enough to be alive. As for where they would be imprisoned and for how long, that was not something they were thinking about now.
...
Far away from Hoang City, there was a villa far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Even in the apocalypse, this villa still maintained its cleanliness and tidiness.
In the villa.
"Fresh steak tastes the best. Can you tell me what this steak is?"
At the dining table, a fierce-looking man, holding a knife and fork, looked at the steak on the plate before him, then looked at the already trembling chef with a sinister expression.
He was the butcher Trinh Thien Hao, one of the perfect Mutators. Even in the apocalypse, he still enjoyed life very much. He had to eat well, live well, and the people who served him had to be good.
Thud!
"The food is not fresh. I couldn't find good food," the chef said, trembling. He knew how terrifying Trinh Thien Hao was.
"Not fresh? You're giving me not fresh food? Very good."
Trinh Thien Hao stood up. Under the chef's terrified emotions, he walked to the chef's side. With every step closer, for the chef, his whole body grew colder.
"Brother Hao, can you give me another chance?"
The chef pleaded for mercy.
"Come on, raise your head," Trinh Thien Hao said.
The chef swallowed his saliva and slowly raised his head. His panicked face was already pale, without a trace of blood.
The moment the chef raised his head.
Trinh Thien Hao grabbed his head with both hands, his thumbs fiercely pressing on the chef's eyes.
"Ah..."
The chef screamed miserably. His eyeballs were directly crushed. The intense pain made the chef almost faint.
Trinh Thien Hao didn't even look at him. He picked up a napkin on the table, wiped the fresh blood on his fingers, then picked up a dog leash. It was clearly a woman, but she was being kept as a pet by Trinh Thien Hao.