In the cellar.
"It must be really uncomfortable, hiding here all the time."
Lam Pham felt that while this place was safe, the cramped and confined environment could easily make people feel oppressed.
Of course, whether it was oppressive or not wasn't important; being able to stay alive was the most important thing.
Duong Mai said, "It's a bit uncomfortable, but at least it's safe. It's incredibly difficult to find a safe place in the apocalypse now. To have a safe place like this, what is there to complain about?"
"That's true." Lam Pham strongly agreed. "Would you be willing to go to the Sunshine Shelter? It's very safe there, with many survivors living there. Everyone is working hard to rebuild a civilized society."
He needed to ask for their opinion.
If they were willing, he would take them.
If they weren't, he would respect their choice.
After all, some survivors he had encountered indeed did not want to go to the shelter, but rather wanted to continue forging their own path in the apocalypse.
He could understand the thoughts of those people.
They just wanted to use their own limited strength to bring some change to this apocalypse.
"We are willing, but how about you take this child first? We want to look for our lost companions," Duong Mai said.
She believed their lost companions were definitely still alive, just that she didn't know where they had run off to.
Lam Pham said, "I understand your thoughts, but to be honest, with your situation, wanting to survive in this apocalypse is really up to luck. You can't always rely on luck, or something will definitely happen."
He was telling the truth, not wanting to see two lives sacrificed in vain.
The apocalypse was no game; it was truly dangerous. A little carelessness and you could be ripped open by a zombie, all sorts of internal organs torn out. It could be said to be extremely tragic.
Duong Mai and Lo Kinh knew he was speaking the truth.
Their survival until now, aside from their own sufficient vigilance, was indeed largely due to luck.
Rumble!
The ground shook. Hiding in the cellar, they could feel the tremor.
"What's happening?" Duong Mai seemed a little nervous.
Lo Kinh said nervously, "It's not zombies, is it..."
If it really were zombies, he didn't dare to imagine. How many zombies would it take to create such a commotion? Wouldn't that be too terrifying?
"Let's just go out and take a look. Don't be nervous," Lam Pham said very calmly.
Duong Mai and Lo Kinh looked at each other.
So incredibly calm.
Reaching the surface, when they saw the surrounding situation clearly, their mouths hung open, their eyes filled with bewilderment.
"Holy crap... isn't this a bit too terrifying?"
Lo Kinh's voice was trembling.
Dust billowed, heads bobbed, and zombies were coming towards them from all directions. The number was too great. With every step the zombies took, the ground shook violently.
Faced with such a situation, Duong Mai and Lo Kinh were already in despair. Anyone encountering this would be in despair, speechless, and would even give up resisting.
The number was truly too large, with no end in sight.
"A zombie tide..."
Duong Mai swallowed hard.
Lam Pham said, "Don't be nervous. I'm here."
He could feel their nervousness; their bodies were trembling. It was understandable. After all, not everyone had seen such a scene.
They looked at Lam Pham with bewilderment. "Can you handle this?"
Lam Pham said with a confident smile, "I have faced many zombie tides in the past. This is nothing. Just relax. Really, with me here, you just need to watch carefully."
He hoped they could feel at ease and not always be shrouded in fear.
Just face it with a normal heart.
Duong Mai: . . .
Lo Kinh: . . .
They really wanted to say, we also want to face it with a normal heart, but the number of zombies that appeared was truly too many. Just looking at them was terrifying.
Lam Pham watched with a calm gaze.
There were many types of zombies.
Among them, normal zombies were the majority. Of course, there were also quite a few evolved-type zombies.
Most of them were strength-type zombies, speed-type zombies, Tyrant Zombies, and other mid-tier zombies.
At this moment.
Within the zombie tide, a Creator walked among the zombies as if held in reverence by the stars. It was the King Zombie of this territory. Having reached the Creator stage, it was very territorial.
One mountain cannot contain two tigers. If another Creator appeared here, they could talk, but it absolutely could not stay in its territory.
Receiving the news from the zombie, how could it tolerate humans setting foot on its territory?
To show how domineering it, as a Creator, was.
It did not hesitate in the slightest to bring out its zombies for a stroll, just to let any humans or other hidden Creators see who was the strongest in the south.
Soon.
The advancing zombie army slowed its pace, then stopped.
This group of zombies was like an army. They looked strange and varied, but they stood motionless, following the Creator's orders with extreme discipline.
A normal zombie ran at high speed to the front of the Creator, making "Ugh, ugh" sounds.
It sounded like no one could understand it.
But the message this normal zombie was conveying was probably...
"Great Creator, those humans are hiding in this corner. I saw them with my own eyes and immediately notified you. I implore the great Creator to give me a chance to attack for you. I am willing to present their fresh blood and flesh before you."
The Creator's emotionless gaze fell upon this normal zombie, and a deep, muffled sound came from its throat.
As if receiving an order, the normal zombie, without another word, charged towards the hiding place.
This Creator was a bit different from other Creators.
If it were another Creator, facing this situation, most would not think twice and would just let the zombie army swarm forward, flattening the humans' location.
But it did the opposite, more like the challenges before a battle in ancient warfare, letting its own men volunteer to attack for it.
The normal zombie that had received permission ran while growling, the "Ugh, ugh" sounds coming at a rapid frequency, as if expressing a certain meaning to the other zombies.
The great Creator has permitted me to be its champion. I will charge forward without hesitation and present the delicious human flesh and blood to the great Creator. You all just watch, there's none for you.
At this time, Lam Pham, who was inside the brick house, was also chatting with Duong Mai and the others.
Seeing a single zombie attacking alone, a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"Strange, why is only one zombie coming?"
He had originally thought about how to have a big battle with the zombies.
Facing a zombie tide charging from all directions, he would surely swing his Frostmourne, forming a concentrated net of sword light, then like a meat grinder, cover all the zombies and annihilate them in an instant.
The current situation was a bit beyond his expectations.
"Brother Lam, why is only one zombie charging over?" Duong Mai asked.
Lam Pham touched his chin and said slowly, "Maybe it fell behind. After all, zombies go crazy when they see us humans. It probably couldn't resist the temptation we give off."
"Oh, so that's how it is." Duong Mai nodded, half-understanding, feeling that this explanation was probably correct.
Otherwise, she couldn't think of any other reason to explain this situation.
The attacking normal zombie, its face ferocious, charged into the brick house, wanting to tear the humans before it to shreds with extremely brutal means. But just as it got close.
It felt its vision suddenly spin, and then there was nothing.
A zombie head rolled on the ground.
Lam Pham didn't even swing his Frostmourne. He just casually closed his five fingers, made a chopping motion with his hand in the air, and the other's head was severed.
Duong Mai and Lo Kinh's mouths hung open, gaping wide.
Truly shocking.
He didn't even use a weapon, just waved his hand from a distance, and the zombie's head was cut off.
But after all the previous situations.
Their reaction wasn't too shocked.
After all, none of the things that had happened were things a normal person could do.
Lam Pham threw the corpse outside and conveniently kicked the rolling head away.
The Creator, waiting within the zombie horde, knew that the volunteering zombie had been killed by the human. It was clearly a bit angry.
"Ugh, ugh..."
It let out a low growl, the sound transmitting through the zombie horde.
Translated into human words, it would probably be.
"Who is willing to kill those humans for the great Creator?"
Instantly, there was some commotion in the zombie horde.
A strength-type zombie pushed aside the surrounding normal zombies. But just as it was about to attack, slap... a thick hand landed on its head.
"Ugh, ugh..."
Before it could see clearly, its large body was thrown behind. Just as it stood up, wanting to get angry, it saw that it was a Tyrant Zombie. The "Ugh, ugh" sound it made became much softer.
When a normal evolved-type zombie encountered an existence like a Tyrant Zombie, it had no thoughts of its own at all.
The stage suppression was there.
It didn't dare to be reckless.
The Tyrant Zombie strode forward, then gradually increased its speed, rushing towards the humans' location at high speed. The dangling flesh scythe was extremely sharp, capable of easily splitting a car in two.
Lam Pham, standing at the doorway, saw the situation in the distance and was equally puzzled.
"What on earth is going on? Why are the zombies charging over one by one? First, it was a normal zombie, and now it's a Tyrant Zombie. This really looks like a battle between two armies in ancient times, sending out champions to fight one-on-one first."
Lam Pham said with a smile.
Duong Mai and Lo Kinh were also a bit confused by the situation. The surrounding zombie tide was truly terrifying. Under normal circumstances, zombies wouldn't fight one-on-one like this; they would surely swarm forward.
It was just as Lam Pham thought.
The Creator controlling so many zombies had been a war enthusiast when it was still human, especially fond of the stories from the Three Kingdoms period, and even more so of one particular line.
"I thought Lu Bu was already invincible. Whose subordinate is this man?"
Thus, even after becoming a zombie, it still retained its former hobby.
At this moment.
The Tyrant Zombie, charging at Lam Pham, suddenly raised its flesh scythe high. Looking down from above, it looked at the insignificant human below with contempt and coldness.
In a moment, this insignificant human before it would be split in two by its flesh scythe.
Fresh blood would spurt out like a fountain.
Puff!
Crimson blood dyed the scene. A flash of sword light passed through the Tyrant Zombie's body, and its upper half was instantly separated from its lower half.
The aggressive Tyrant Zombie, in the instant it appeared, died with regret here.
The Creator, waiting in the zombie tide, saw this situation and appeared a little surprised. It suddenly opened its mouth, and a muffled voice, like thunder, transmitted over.
"I thought I was already invincible. What kind of person are you?"
The Creator loved to seize special opportunities to say lines it thought were very cool, to immerse itself in that kind of atmosphere, thereby satisfying the imaginary scene in its heart.
Lam Pham, who was wondering what the zombies were doing, heard the voice from within the zombie tide.
His face lit up with joy.
If anyone else heard a zombie speaking, they would definitely be scared out of their wits, because a zombie that could speak was definitely a very terrifying existence.
But for Lam Pham, he thought that a zombie that could speak was definitely not an ordinary zombie. Among them, a Creator was the most likely possibility.
Looking at the scene.
To be able to mobilize so many zombies.
Who else could it be but a Creator?
"My name is Lam Pham, from the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter."
Lam Pham announced his name. He was very much looking forward to meeting the other party.
Instantly.
The scene became very quiet.
The Creator, waiting in the zombie tide, had a strange expression on its face, looking very dazed, thinking about what the other party had just said.
"Lam Pham?"
"The Hoang City Sunshine Shelter?"
This was not an unfamiliar name among the southern Creators.
A powerhouse among humans, an existence that could pose a great threat to Creators. Many Creators had even died at his hands.
Thinking of this, this Creator was a little scared.
"Is it too late for me to run now?" the Creator thought to itself, already having the idea of fleeing. It had no intention of confronting the other party.
If it had such an idea, it would definitely be courting death.
Thinking of this.
This Creator let out a low growl, causing the zombies from all directions to charge towards Lam Pham, just to buy it time to escape.
A group of Creators had once discussed Lam Pham's situation.
The conclusion they came to was... this kind of human was definitely not something they could deal with. If they encountered him, they should find a way to escape, not fight him head-on.
The originally quiet zombies instantly became agitated.
Lam Pham held his Frostmourne. "You guys stay here and don't move. Leave the rest to me."
Duong Mai and Lo Kinh felt the feeling of being surrounded. If they were facing this situation by themselves, they would definitely have no thoughts of resistance. To avoid being brutally devoured by zombies, they would surely commit suicide on the spot, ending their own lives.
"It heard my name, but the speaking Creator didn't appear. Does it know who I am?"
Based on his experience, the intelligence of Creators was not low. It could even be said to be very smart. They would definitely not be like other zombies, who, no matter who they faced, regardless of the gap in strength, would charge forward like mad dogs.
A Creator would absolutely not do such a thing.
And the sudden charge of the surrounding zombies was clearly to use the zombie tide to suppress him and buy time to escape, right?
Thinking of this.
He leaped up, his gaze scanning the surroundings, searching for a figure going against the tide.
Soon, he found that figure. Looking from afar, he could see that its body was very strong. It seemed to be fleeing in a panic, looking back in alarm as it ran.
It seemed to be observing whether Lam Pham had discovered it.
"Just as I thought. You, being smart, would definitely think this way. It's a pity, your thoughts are the same as mine."
Lam Pham smiled smugly. He definitely couldn't let a Creator leave.
At the same time, he couldn't possibly let this group of zombies harm Duong Mai and the others.
"Having become zombies, your mentality has become extremely cruel. How can I leave you be? If you were like Officer Hoang, no matter what the future holds, I would find you a truly safe place."
"As for now... I'm sorry, I'll have to send you on your way."
With Frostmourne in hand, his entire body was filled with power. He would use this divine weapon, filled with positive energy, to sweep the zombies clean.
He swung it fiercely. Sword light flickered. The compressed air continuously exploded. The zombies charging from one side were cut in half by the sharp edge. A large-scale zombie horde could destroy any kind of shelter.
But in front of Lam Pham, they were truly insignificant.
The zombie tide from four sides was annihilated on three sides in an instant.
"Oh my god, is this a scene we can witness with our own eyes?" Duong Mai's eyes widened, her whole person completely stunned. The various situations before had already shocked her speechless, and now what was happening before her eyes shocked her even more, leaving her dumbfounded.
She pinched her arm. It hurt a little. She knew this was definitely not a dream; everything was really happening.
"How is this done? Is this something a human can do?" Lo Kinh's eyes widened, almost falling to his knees in awe.
But Lam Pham didn't care what kind of expressions they had.
He just needed to catch the Creator now.
The fleeing Creator saw its zombie army being cleaned up so easily and was completely bewildered. Normal zombies did not know the value of life, but having reached the state of a Creator, it naturally understood deeply that being alive was the best.
Lam Pham landed. On the side where the Creator was fleeing, he did not swing his sword, in case the sword light accidentally killed the Creator.
With a bang.
He transformed into a streak of light, passing through the zombie tide.
His speed had reached its limit, as if time itself had stopped.
Swish!
He instantly appeared in front of the Creator, the tip of his Frostmourne lightly touching the ground.
Upon contact.
The standing zombies fell to the ground one after another, their viscous blood dyeing the ground red.
"Hello. No need to run. You're the only one left," Lam Pham said with a smile, looking at the Creator before him.
Its body was large. Unlike other Creators, it didn't have any strange mutations. On the contrary, it looked very normal. But even if it looked normal, it couldn't be underestimated.
Those who could evolve into Creators all had their own special abilities.
The Creator didn't talk to Lam Pham, but looked behind it into the distance. Of the vast zombie tide, only it was left standing alone. Everything had happened too fast, so fast that it hadn't even reacted.
"The Sunshine Shelter in Hoang City, Lam Pham."
"Yes, that's right. It's a pleasure to meet you, Creator among the zombies. I have been looking for you. May I ask if you could take me to meet the other southern Creators properly? I have a lot I want to say to them."
Lam Pham liked to use sincere words to move the other party, just to get it to lead him to meet the other Creators.
The Creator standing in front of Lam Pham did not answer.
Instead, it let out a low growl. Its body gradually began to change. The muscles on its surface bulged, one after another expanding. On its chest and back, something like armor formed.
A spinal bone broke through the skin on its back. It reached out, grabbed it, and pulled. A long, thin spinal bone was pulled out, connected to each other, looking like a bone spear.
This kind of transformation was also something Lam Pham had never seen before.
No other Creator had ever had this kind of situation.
"Come on..."
The Creator held the bone spear in one hand, its sharp and fierce gaze fixed on Lam Pham, already prepared for battle.