The scene was quiet, the wind bustling.
The survivors of Huong Son base stared.
Blankly looking at the situation before them.
So quiet that even the sound of heartbeats could be clearly heard.
"He is Lam Pham?"
Dam Thanh leaned against the wall. The wall, stained with viscous blood, was dented in one spot, a result of the shockwave just now.
He knew that with the arrival of the apocalypse, Awakened ones had appeared among humans, strengthening themselves by using the crystals in zombies' heads.
But he had never thought that someone could be so formidable.
That display of power just now, could it be caused by a human?
His gaze focused on the back of the figure standing there, his heart filled with curiosity. What kind of person could create the "Zombie Picture Atlas," this kind of apocalyptic survival bible?
And how on earth did he get here? What method did he use?
These were all matters that made Dam Thanh very puzzled.
"Ughh, ughh."
The zombie horde roared, their cries shaking the heavens, not at all intimidated by Lam Pham's domineering appearance. For zombies, they always followed their impulse for flesh and blood. Even if they had seen their zombie compatriots minced by the opponent with their own eyes, they were still not the least bit weak.
Hearing the "ughh ughh" sounds of the zombies.
Lam Pham observed the surrounding situation.
"Didn't expect there would be so many zombies. But it's normal. I've never cleared the surrounding zombies before. Allowing them to develop comfortably and leisurely, their numbers are surely unimaginable."
He didn't chat with the people of Huong Son base, or say things like "Are you alright?" and a bunch of other useless nonsense. Instead, under the gazes of many survivors from Huong Son base.
His arm reached behind his back, gripped the hilt of Frostmourne, and slowly drew it.
Someone in the crowd muttered to themselves.
"Sword light transformation!"
It was as if a silent BGM was playing in everyone's ears. Under the dazzling lights, two large light bulbs lit up, blindingly bright.
The survivors who heard this looked around in surprise, wanting to see who had spoken.
In their minds.
They all thought of that special close-up they had seen many times before; it truly made one's blood boil.
"Don't blaspheme; that is like the back of a deity."
"Correct. His back to us, facing the zombie tide. In my eyes, that figure, though seemingly small, is actually like a tall mountain, standing before us."
More and more people looked at that back, lost in it, unable to extricate themselves.
The moment Lam Pham drew Frostmourne.
Thump!
He instantly vanished without a trace. The ground where he had just stood even cracked with patterns. He was like a phantom traversing through time and space. Within the zombie horde, dazzling lights continuously flickered, the radiance drawing out straight lines, as if connected together.
This was the edge of Frostmourne. The speed was too fast; the flashing sharp edge formed straight lines, crisscrossing, creating a shocking scene.
"Can this really be done by a human? Is he really not a god?"
Mao Tinh Tinh stared with wide, shocked eyes, her whole person already dumbfounded, but even more so, excited. This excitement came from a kind of joy of surviving a disaster.
She knew this Lam Pham from Hoang City had come to save them.
"So beautiful. The real person introduced in the picture atlas has appeared before my eyes."
Chu Chu's youthful mindset always worshipped the strong. In his heart, Lam Pham was the strong one.
Not to mention his shocked expression.
The eleven Awakened ones of Huong Son base were similarly dumbfounded by the current situation, even daring not to believe their own eyes. They regarded Lam Pham as an Awakened one.
They understood the abilities of Awakened ones; they were definitely more formidable than ordinary people. If they weren't formidable, how could they be called Awakened ones?
Truong Ung rubbed his sore and powerless right arm, saying in horror: "This is what you call an Awakened one. People like us are more like ordinary people."
The Awakened ones standing beside Truong Ung said nothing.
But nodded in agreement.
Evidently, they strongly agreed with what Truong Ung had said.
They couldn't see Lam Pham's figure, but that flashing radiance was imprinted in their eyes. The zombies that had pushed them to a dead end seemed to be suffering invisible damage, falling to the ground one after another with a crash.
Let alone ordinary zombies, even evolved zombies were treated like leeks by him, casually reaped.
"This is the strength of the author of the Zombie Picture Atlas."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it in my entire life."
"Same here. I originally thought that by becoming the Awakened ones he mentioned, we would already be standing at the pinnacle of humanity. But seeing him, I finally understand that the gap between us and him is truly too large. Even if he stood before us, it would be hard to even touch his shoulder."
Just as they were shockedly muttering to themselves and conversing.
Chu Chu exclaimed, "So formidable! Those zombies seem to have encountered ruthless slashing, actually splitting apart directly! It's that Frostmourne doing it! He said Frostmourne is a divine artifact, a divine artifact for hunting zombies! Indeed, he wasn't wrong!"
A youth is just a youth.
Seeing shocking things, he would never keep them buried in his heart but would shout them out, more like explaining the situation on the scene, to express just how great an impact the current situation had on him.
The Awakened ones conversed.
"His speed has reached its limit, to the extent that we can't see his figure. Ho Tuong, can you do it?"
The man called Ho Tuong had awakened a speed-type ability.
Ho Tuong stared, looking dumbfounded at his companions, "Aren't you all thinking a bit too highly of me?"
He really hadn't expected his companions to think so highly of him.
Flustered.
Directly bewildered by them.
He even felt they were insulting him.
"Just asking, that's all. After all, you're the fastest one here."
Ho Tuong looked at his companions.
Did not answer.
Some things, it wasn't that he could say whatever he wanted. Sometimes, saying too much was, on the contrary, a kind of self-inflicted humiliation.
"So terrifying, are Bao Quan all that fragile?" Chu Chu exclaimed in amazement.
Perhaps no one watched more carefully and seriously than Chu Chu.
The Awakened ones looked towards the battlefield, their expressions grave. It was indeed so. The seemingly ferocious and terrifying Bao Quan didn't even have room to resist. In their view, this was as simple and easy as them hunting ordinary zombies.
And when he hunted Bao Quan, it was like them hunting ordinary zombies.
The gap between people was enormous.
There was an insurmountable chasm.
Mao Tinh Tinh watched, her breathing rapid, "Dad, if what's before my eyes is a dream, I'd rather never wake up in this life."
Mao Binh gripped the bricks of the city wall, saying firmly: "No, this is not a dream, this is reality! Our human hope has arrived like this! The evolutionary direction of Awakened ones is just like this! This path can lead humanity to final victory!"
He already attributed Lam Pham's formidability to the evolution from crystals.
If Lam Pham knew, he would also be smiling...
Yes, yes, everything you say is right.
He was unwilling to explain his own situation. It was very difficult to explain. Saying it was from watching zombies, that was the truth, but to others listening, it was just bullshit.
So crystals were very good.
Sincere.
Mao Tinh Tinh's eyes sparkled with the light of hope, "Yes, I also saw it! When the Awakened ones appeared, I was filled with hope! Now hope is even more dazzling, like the brilliant sun!"
With Lam Pham's appearance, for the survivors standing on the city wall, it was the light of hope.
Some people excitedly embraced and wept.
Some people's faces were flushed red; that was a sign of boiling blood.
Not long after.
Chu Chu exclaimed, "Where did he go?"
Everyone suddenly reacted.
Staring blankly at the situation before them, the zombies that had just been extremely ferocious had all fallen to the ground. The scene was astonishing; the zombies were cleaved at the waist, flesh and blood splattering, viscous blood灑 (sprinkled/scattered) all over the ground.
Densely packed, everywhere were shattered corpses.
Only Lam Pham's figure was nowhere to be seen.
They searched for the figure of Lam Pham from Hoang City. Unexpectedly, they saw a figure appear there in the distance.
That's right.
Although the distance was a bit far, that back carrying Frostmourne was precisely Lam Pham from just now.
But what on earth was he doing?
This was a matter that made everyone extremely puzzled.
At this moment.
Lam Pham looked somewhat doubtfully at the zombie before him, "Are you a Giam Thi-type zombie?"
He had encountered Giam Thi-type zombies before. Although the zombie before him resembled an ordinary zombie, its head was somewhat distorted, completely bald, and even a bit large, like an alien.
Facing strange and peculiar zombies, he would often not strike to kill but would observe carefully.
It wasn't that he had any ill intentions.
Rather, he now had another unpaid side job, which was photography, photographing all sorts of never-before-seen panoramic views of zombies, then adding them to the Zombie Picture Atlas, precisely hoping to popularize the types of zombies for the survivors in the apocalypse.
To let them know the zombies' abilities.
Thereby increasing their chances of survival. Just like this time with the Giam Thi-type zombie, for them to be able to recognize it as a Giam Thi-type zombie was definitely his book's contribution.
After all, only people from Duong Quang residential area knew this designation.
The big-headed Giam Thi-type zombie's pale eyes stared at Lam Pham before it. Unlike other zombies, it didn't ferociously attack but just stood there staring.
As if wondering, who is this human, where did he come from, and why did he turn out like this.
"Indeed a somewhat different Giam Thi-type zombie. It doesn't retreat even when I approach but stares at me. It must have evolved."
He picked up his camera, aimed at the zombie before him, focusing on photographing its head.
Click!
Click!
He continuously took several shots.
As for the specific designation of this zombie before him, he would only know after killing it.
"You can understand what I'm saying, right? Take me to find your Tinh Than leader."
Lam Pham said gently.
He liked gentle zombies; it felt very relaxed to communicate with them.
"Ughh, ughh."
"You're asking who I am? I am Lam Pham, an ordinary citizen of Hoang City."
He didn't have the ability to understand zombie language, but he could roughly guess what the other party wanted to say. According to his thinking, this zombie before him was definitely saying that.
"Ughh, ughh."
The zombie raised its head and roared, moved its legs, and retreated backward.
Lam Pham smiled faintly.
Indeed... just as he thought. No matter what type of Giam Thi-type zombie this was, as long as it was a Giam Thi-type zombie, it had this habit, which was to lead anyone following it to the Tinh Than-type zombie's side.
The special type Giam Thi-type zombie walked very fast.
Lam Pham just maintained a certain distance.
Not a single zombie appeared around; clearly, they had all been killed by him just now. This kind of zombie tide attacking a base required a massive number of zombies, even more unimaginable.
A base targeted by a Giam Thi-type zombie, unless it had sufficient firearms, could not resist a zombie tide.
Very quickly.
He saw the Giam Thi-type zombie enter a mountain cave. Standing at the cave entrance, the Giam Thi-type zombie knew a human was following it, turned its head to look, then entered the cave.
"Hmm... Why is it that any Giam Thi-type zombie, clearly knowing it's being followed by a human, still brazenly leads the human over?"
He pondered, and in an instant, he had an epiphany.
"I understand! The Giam Thi-type zombie knows it's being followed, but it trusts the Tinh Than-type zombie, wanting to lure the human over and hand them to the Tinh Than-type zombie. It seems the Tinh Than-type zombie inside is very formidable."
Lam Pham was shocked by the zombie's sinister cunning.
Even zombies were so insidious.
Could humans outplay them?
A sense of worry arose in his heart.
He came to the entrance of the mountain cave and walked inside. The dark mountain cave exuded a rotten smell. In this kind of environment, it was advantageous for zombies but dangerous for humans.
"Ughh, ughh."
Faintly, zombie roars could be heard.
Suddenly.
A sound of something tearing through the air came. He reached out and grabbed a viscous thing. Thinking of what he had encountered when a Tinh Than-type zombie evolved to different levels, he could be sure, this was a Tinh Than-type zombie.
"It's so dark inside, come outside."
He pulled the viscous tentacle, forcefully dragging the Tinh Than-type zombie outside with absolute domineering strength.
Sunlight enveloped them.
He finally saw clearly the appearance of the zombie before him.
"This..."
The Tinh Than-type zombie before him greatly shocked him. Its lower body was a cumbersome mass of flesh, flesh and blood shifting. Its upper body was like a normal zombie's, but its hands had grown long, slender, sharp fingernails, very long, very long, as if with a gentle wave, it could tear the prey before it into pieces.
Behind it, many blood-red tentacles waved about randomly.
"Definitely a Tinh Than-type zombie, but its level is absolutely different."
Lam Pham, without thinking, picked up his camera and took a flurry of snapshots.
Click!
Click!
Facing this situation, perhaps even the Tinh Than-type zombie was a bit dumbfounded, not understanding the situation. Are humans these days all so arrogant?
Facing my appearance like this, it's understandable if you're not scared witless, but for Ying Pham to show a timid appearance would also be normal.
But who would have thought, this fellow actually took a flurry of snapshots of himself, and even chose angles.
"Roar!"
The Tinh Than-type zombie roared angrily, its voice sharp and piercing.
"The sound is comparable to a Rit Len Hinh tang thi, capable of posing a certain threat to human eardrums."
Lam Pham observed the Tinh Than-type zombie's abilities.
He was now like an experienced zombie scholar, recording zombie habits and types, contributing to humanity.
"Hello, if you have any abilities, you can show them. No need to hide," Lam Pham said.
As soon as his voice fell.
Blood-colored tentacles whipped towards him.
Lam Pham swung Frostmourne, severing all the blood-colored tentacles.
"Tinh Than-type zombies all have this move, no need to display it. Is there anything else?"
If not, it would be truly regrettable.
The danger of a Tinh Than-type zombie was that it would cultivate Giam Thi-type zombies to find shelter locations and then carry out destructive attacks.
The danger was very high, but its individual strength couldn't compare to a Hon Hop Hinh tang thi.
"Roar!"
The Tinh Than-type zombie roared.
Lam Pham waited quietly, hoping the Tinh Than-type zombie before him could display some eye-opening abilities.
Suddenly.
He noticed a change in the Tinh Than-type zombie before him. The cumbersome mass of flesh of its lower body was breaking apart, viscous liquid flowing down its surface. The situation was somewhat disgusting.
"What is it trying to do?"
Very quickly.
He finally understood. The Tinh Than-type zombie before him wanted to release its two legs from the cumbersome mass of flesh, to become a mobile zombie. Very quickly, the mass of flesh tore apart with a rushing sound, and he saw its two legs.
These two legs were somewhat slender, stained with liquid, as if not fully developed.
The Tinh Than-type zombie, freed from the cumbersome mass of flesh, roared and charged towards Lam Pham at extreme speed. Its speed was so fast it could leave afterimages, its sharp, slender claws swinging towards Lam Pham.
In a flash.
The Tinh Than-type zombie appeared behind Lam Pham, maintaining a claw-swiping motion.
Crack!
The Tinh Than-type zombie's sharp claws shattered.
Lam Pham touched his neck.
Just now, the Tinh Than-type zombie's claws had grazed his neck.
Unfortunately...
The sharpness was too low.
"Close combat ability has improved a lot, but I don't know if it has mental attacks."
Lam Pham muttered to himself.
Indeed, the more bizarre-looking a zombie was, the stronger its own abilities were.
"Anything else?"
Lam Pham turned and asked.
The Tinh Than-type zombie roared, its mouth opening like flower petals, each petal-like lip covered with tiny, sharp teeth. With the roar, an intense mental shockwave erupted.
The surrounding rubble vibrated, as if under control, and attacked Lam Pham's body.
Lam Pham took steps, easily dodging.
"Mental ability. If there are no other abilities, then compared to other Tinh Than-type zombies, it just has an added close combat ability."
He discovered that some high-stage zombies seemed to be continuously perfecting their own shortcomings.
For example, the mature-stage Hon Hop Hinh tang thi evolved a BUG-like regeneration ability.
A moment later.
He had thoroughly figured it out.
This zombie had no other abilities.
Lam Pham took a step forward, swung Frostmourne. A sharp sword aura swept out, directly cleaving the Tinh Than-type zombie before him at the waist. Viscous liquid and organs splattered all over the ground with a rushing sound.
[Killed Mature-stage Tinh Than type] [Points +30]
Lam Pham cut open its head, and a light yellow crystal appeared in his sight.
Just as he thought.
Without any surprises.
At this moment.
The large-headed Giam Thi-type zombie limped out of the mountain cave.
Lam Pham looked at it.
It also looked at Lam Pham.
No words spoken.
Just looking at each other like that.
"Ughh, ughh."
The Giam Thi-type zombie roared at Lam Pham.
"I understand."
Swish!
A sword light flashed, a head slid down, falling to the ground.
[Killed Commander-type Zombie] [Points +5]
"A Giam Thi-type zombie only gives two points, yet you give five. Could it be that you are the evolved type of the Giam Thi-type zombie?"
He cut open its head.
No crystal was found.
But... he still stirred it around. Besides mush, it was still mush. He hadn't expected this type of zombie to have so little status. It had clearly performed meritorious service in devouring humans, yet unexpectedly, it didn't even have a crystal.
Truly a failure.
Huong Son base.
"Dad, he wouldn't have left, right?"
Mao Tinh Tinh observed, still not seeing his figure. She was a bit disbelieving. He couldn't have just eliminated the zombies before them, said nothing, and then hurriedly left.
Mao Binh frowned and said: "I don't know."
Outside, bulldozers were already working, pushing the zombie corpses into a deep pit. There were truly too many corpses at the scene, severely affecting passage.
Apart from the survivors working outside, the other survivors were all on the city wall watching, their eyes sparkling, always searching for that figure.
Although they didn't know.