(1) Has Frostmourne Truly Evolved? (1)

Rumble!

Lam Pham charged down and landed on the ground. Frostmourne in his hand bloomed with silver light, forming a torrent of sword qi. Wherever the blade pointed, was severed; sticky blood splattered across the great earth.

He wasn't venting the dissatisfaction in his heart, nor was he showing off his powerful strength.

But when justice needed him, he would, without hesitation, step forward with righteousness, using his own abilities, becoming a member protecting justice, using his own ordinary strength to make a selfless contribution.

Since the apocalypse until now, the zombies' ferocity was clear as day. They no longer had humanity, no rationality, even less the concept of coexistence that creatures walking the earth should have.

They only had tyranny, gnawing, harming – for their own pleasure, leaving pain for innocent survivors, a sin.

Such vile behavior, he truly couldn't bear to watch.

The Flesh Mass's piercing sound continued to spread.

Far away, from tall buildings, large groups of zombies descended via stairs. Some zombies also smashed through glass from high floors and leaped down, falling from high up, fiercely crashing onto the ground, severely injured. But even so, for the ferocious zombies, as long as their limbs could move, or they were still alive, even if crawling, they had to crawl there.

In terms of professional spirit, this kind of zombie spirit was indeed incomparable to ordinary people.

From all four directions, densely packed, countless zombie tides. And within the zombie horde, only that insignificant black dot resisted, forming an absolute safe space.

"You endanger innocent survivors' lives within Hoang city, even more so destroying the once beautiful Hoang city into this state. I truly cannot tolerate it!"

Lam Pham, with the assistance of the realistic divine artifact Frostmourne, his combat power broke through the ceiling. Allowing the zombie hordes to crush him, from beginning to end, never timid, fearful, or scared.

His eyes, full of goodwill, showed a resolute light.

Deeply understood, some things only he could do. The number of zombies in Hoang city wasn't small, but very, very many. Using Duong Quang Apartments as the center, he continuously cleaned up in all directions. The effect was remarkable. After two major cleanups, the number of zombies was truly very few. Except occasionally, a few scattered zombies would wander over. Truly very safe.

He was Duong Quang Apartments' security guard; maintaining the safety of the residential area's vicinity was something he certainly had to do. And he was even more so a citizen of Hoang city. Under circumstances of sufficient ability, naturally would expand outwards. If could thoroughly clean Hoang city's environment, that would be the best thing.

Pfft pfft!

The sound of flesh being cut, heavy and decisive. Surrounding piles of zombie corpses grew more and more numerous. The number of swarming zombies didn't decrease because of this.

He, at this moment, was like a God of War, eternally standing there, waving Frostmourne in his hand. No matter how many zombies came, all would be defeated by Frostmourne in his hand.

Far away, a building, a group of survivors.

This group of survivors had men and women, basically all young people.

All families from this building.

Like any other place's situation, indeed some people thought that in the apocalypse, morality and ethics exploded, could do whatever they wanted.

But among this group of survivors, not everyone was like this. Conflicts occurred in the early stages; that was ordinary people resisting crazy people. Finally, this group of ordinary people achieved victory.

"What on earth happened over there? Why are all the zombies running towards that side? Even the zombies locked in our downstairs apartments broke open windows and jumped down, running over there!"

"Don't know. A piercing sound inexplicably appeared. Something definitely happened."

"Definitely some kind of major event occurred."

At this time, a man holding binoculars hurried over, stood by the rooftop edge, used binoculars to look towards the distance. Looking with the naked eye was very blurry; could only rely on tools.

The man urgently wanted to know.

With the aid of binoculars, instantly saw the situation over there clearly. Upon seeing clearly, his heart trembled. Zombie hordes running amok, countless zombies forming an image that shocked the soul.

The man put down the binoculars, expression shocked, rubbed his eyes, as if vision blurred, or rather, always had that feeling of unreality.

"What did you see?" Someone beside him pressed, couldn't wait to know. If not for the distance being somewhat far, why need to ask others? Vaguely, indistinctly, could only see many zombies over there, already crowded like a small mountain.

The man didn't answer, but continued holding the binoculars, watching.

In his field of vision.

He held his breath, finally saw clearly what happened far away. Endless zombies looked in one direction. He could clearly see every zombie's savage face. With time's erosion, zombies' appearances became more and more terrifyingly savage.

Some had half faces torn, when opening mouths, could see internal oral cavity structures.

Immediately after.

The man holding the binoculars, his mouth agape, saw the most horrifying scene of his life. It's a person! Absolutely no mistake! Within the zombie tide, he saw a figure holding a sword. That figure swung the sword in his hand; surrounding zombies encountering unimaginable sharp edge, instantly shattered.

"Damn! Is this guy still human?" The man couldn't help but exclaim.

People around started getting anxious, "Truong Van! Let us see! What on earth happened?"

As surrounding zombies all ran towards the distance, companions had already gone downstairs to collect supplies. Leaving them here was precisely to observe zombie movements; once a problem, immediately notify.

Truong Van seemed completely stunned. Towards his companions' inquiries, he didn't speak. The hand holding the binoculars trembled slightly. He wasn't scared, but shocked.

During this period in the apocalypse, how hard and desperate it was, only they themselves could know.

Now seeing a mysterious stranger, holding a sword swinging and slashing, facing so many zombies, without any fear. How could this make him believe?

As a modern person, a young man who still believed in science, always felt the image seen was so false, so magical.

"Truong Van, let me see!" A survivor couldn't help but snatch the binoculars.

And Truong Van, whose binoculars were snatched, showed no expression, dazed on the spot.

"Damn..."

That survivor who snatched the binoculars, looking at the distant situation, let out the same exclamation as Truong Van. This kind of visual impact gave people an unimaginable feeling.

Other survivors' hearts felt like ants crawling.

"What exactly did you guys see?"

"Yeah! What on earth happened over there?"

They, seeing them see the distant situation, all exclaimed in admiration. No other meaning, just wanted to know what exactly happened. Why were they all like seeing a ghost?

Looked at Truong Van, dazed on the spot, like lost his soul.

And this guy, also holding binoculars, looked for a while then blurted out "Damn!", then stood there dazed just like Truong Van.

Everyone has curiosity.

Encountering some unknown matter, who can endure the curiosity in their heart?

All scrambled to take the binoculars from the opponent's hand, observing the distant situation.

When humans encounter shocking events, all emotions will condense into one word, that is...

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

Surpassing ordinary people's understanding and perception.

Superman?

Cultivator?

Various unscientific cognitions appeared in their minds.

If it were in the past, they would only think this was a dream. But since the apocalypse descended, zombies appeared, completely subverting their perception.

Now such a fierce man appeared. Silent, pondering.

...

At this time.

Zombie corpses under Lam Pham's feet piled higher and higher. Facing the endless sea of corpses, he didn't yield from beginning to end. Looking at the swarming, un-sacrificing zombies, he leisurely swung Frostmourne in his hand.

He was like a God of War, fighting valiantly amidst a pile of corpses, face calmly watching the rushing zombies.

"Roar!"

Violent roars erupted.

Lam Pham discovered a Strength-type zombie appearing ahead. This Strength-type zombie gave him a slightly different feeling, a trace different from normally seen Strength-type zombies. Possibly a similar evolved species.

"Ugh ugh..."

Beside, a Speed-type zombie also appeared, moving quickly like a spider. The danger level of these evolved zombies was much more terrifying than ordinary zombies. Ordinary people encountering ordinary zombies, under lucky circumstances, might be able to counter-kill, slaughter.

But if encountering evolved zombies, let alone counter-killing, being able to escape is already an extravagant hope.

"There's more..."

Just now was a wave of ordinary zombie torrent. Now evolved zombies gradually appeared. Could this be weak first then strong, wanting to thoroughly keep him here?

Thinking of this...

The Flesh Mass is truly very sinister.

He thought of survivors in the apocalypse; some were extremely sinister. Didn't expect zombies would also have such variety. Previously watched zombie films; many zombies were very ordinary, irrational and unintelligent species.

But some zombie films would also depict, as zombies continuously evolve, gradually appearing with inferior intelligence. This kind of intelligence was like a child's, without so many complicated thoughts, just able to sense danger, understand which existence could bring it danger.

Thinking of nipping this kind of danger in the bud.

"If such zombies continuously appear, for us ordinary survivors, truly a disaster."

Lam Pham felt worried for this. Also a survivor himself, always striving to take good care of Duong Quang Apartments, carrying his own faint hope, continuously advancing, radiating faint light.

"Come on! I want to see just how capable you group of hateful zombies are!" Lam Pham held his sword, not afraid of this group of evolved-form zombies appearing within the ordinary zombie horde. He just wanted to use the sword in his hand, protect his own safety, protect this city's glory.

"Ugh ugh... Roar."

Concentrated zombie roars brought a gloomy, terrifying atmosphere to this city.

[Kill Strength-type Zombie] [Points +4]

[Kill Speed-type Zombie] [Points +3]

After a moment.

Sky and earth dim, pungent smell filled the air. Piled-up corpses already made people exclaim in amazed admiration. A glance over, already couldn't clearly see the color of the mud on the ground; all covered by sticky blood and meat chunks.

"Any more?"

Lam Pham stood on the pile of corpses. Frostmourne was covered in sticky blood, slowly dripping from the sword tip. Then, a slight shake, sticky blood flung off, revealing Frostmourne's true appearance.

That was the silvery-white light representing justice.

Wherever his gaze passed, not a single zombie could stand before him. If standing, then surely he hadn't done his job properly.

"I did it."

"After darkness, surely dawn will come. The zombies in this area have already been completely wiped out by me. Even if other zombies wander over, also just a few scattered ones."

He knew killing zombies could increase points; adding points could make stronger.

But he didn't kill zombies just for adding points.

This point everyone should understand.

He truly wanted to bring surviving hope to surrounding survivors.

"Ugh ugh!"

Lam Pham, standing on the pile of corpses, heard a growl from underfoot. A legless zombie strove to climb the pile of corpses. It heeded the Flesh Mass's summons. Even if movement inconvenient, still wanted to launch a final attack on the delicious flesh and blood before it.

Lam Pham watched, shaken by its indomitable spirit.

Didn't crush its head with one foot.

Raised Frostmourne, one sword strike pierced its head.

This was giving it a final beauty.

...

"Flesh Mass, I'm coming for you."

His ears still heard the Flesh Mass's piercing shriek.

That was the sound capable of attracting surrounding zombies.

The underground parking garage was extremely dim.

Extremely deserted.

Long gone was the crowded appearance from just now.

Sound of the Flesh Mass pulsing, also some kind of tentacle rubbing against the ground.

Lam Pham walked before the Flesh Mass.

"Stop shouting. The zombies you called are gone."

He didn't know if the Flesh Mass could understand, but these weren't important. He just wanted to say what he wanted to say. Standing here staring at the Flesh Mass without saying a word always felt somewhat not good.

Swish!

Sound of tearing air.

The Flesh Mass swung its fleshy tentacle, yet was caught by Lam Pham. Wanting to pull the Flesh Mass out, as he exerted force, he found the Flesh Mass stuck tightly to the wall. The wall actually showed cracks. Are they grown together?

The Flesh Mass let out a roar.

The sound was very strange, like a sound of pain. In his perception, zombies don't feel pain. But the current situation seemed somewhat different from what he thought.

"Damaging buildings is really not good behavior. This kind of underground parking garage, if damaged by me, with my current salary, afraid couldn't compensate in a lifetime." Lam Pham gave up the idea of pulling the Flesh Mass out.

Carried his sword, swung and slashed at the Flesh Mass.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Sword light flashed; naked eye could see the Flesh Mass continuously shrinking.

[Kill Infant Spiritual-type Zombie] [Points +10]

"Spiritual-type Zombie?"

The zombie name prompt obtained after killing the Flesh Mass. This Spiritual-type zombie sounded very ordinary, but this "infant" type was very much worth deep thought.

Previously, he always felt the Flesh Mass was similar to the Screaming-type zombie, also a special evolved type zombie capable of summoning zombies. But now it seems clearly not.

Infant Spiritual-type zombies were much more mystical than Screaming-type zombies.

Thinking carefully.

Seemed to understand something.

Screaming-type zombie's piercing shriek could cause damage to people's eardrums, even serious harm. Although could attract zombies, but these zombies weren't under its control, could only wander within a certain range. If hearing other movements, then would become agitated.

How could it be like the Infant Spiritual-type zombie, which seemed capable of controlling other zombies? This was a very terrifying thing. Even more terrifying, the Infant Spiritual-type zombie's propagation range was somewhat wide.

This is an infant. If it matures, how terrifying would that be? Could it possibly attract half a city's zombies?

Thinking of this.

Felt somewhat complicated.

At this time, from within the shattered flesh and blood, a crystal stuck with blood threads, blood threads broke, rolled down, rolled all the way to Lam Pham's front.

Looking at this fist-sized crystal.

Fell into contemplation.

"Zombies have this thing inside?" Lam Pham was surprised, thought of many stories previously regarded by him as very magical: some evolved relying on crystals, some could absorb energy within crystals.

Many kinds of wondrous explanations.

"Should be fake. If crystals can make humans stronger, absolutely wouldn't push humans to this kind of desperate extent."

Lam Pham raised Frostmourne, one sword strike pierced the crystal. The moment it pierced, he was surprised to find the substance within the crystal actually defied gravity, like flowing water, adhering to the sword blade. In an instant, vanished without a trace, as if absorbed by Frostmourne.

"A divine artifact is indeed a divine artifact! Sis Li giving me such an important divine artifact, truly my gain!" Lam Pham was joyful.

He found Frostmourne was even more sparklingly silver than just now. The runes deeply carved on the sword blade glinted with faint light, flashed once, returned to normal.

According to official explanation, the English meaning of the runes is:

[Here Was Power] [Here Was Despair]

Official Chinese translation is...

Power is thus.

Despair is thus.

But he preferred another way of saying it.

"He who wields this Sword, divine power eternal, sharp edge devours blood, seizes souls and wounds spirits."

Shouldered the sword, turned and left the dim underground parking garage.

The war had ended.

Using one person's strength to fight against the Spiritual-type zombie, finally won by him, this ordinary Hoang city citizen.

Outside.

Piled up mountain of corpses, always so shocking.