(1) It's Not As Complicated As You Think (1)

A desolate area over fifty kilometers from Long Cung Base.

Two armored vehicles slowly parked there.

Hung Ung and Diep Hong looked towards the distance; there was an evolved-form zombie there. About to fight a Strength-type zombie, to say not nervous would definitely be a lie.

But no choice; a soldier's duty is to know the danger, yet still muster all courage to face it.

When paths cross, the brave one wins.

Morale is most important.

A technician held a data analysis tablet, "Strength-type zombie, height about two point four meters, hasn't reached the known peak of Strength-type zombie species, evolution slow."

Following analysis.

The technician also sighed softly in relief. After all, this was Hung Ung and Diep Hong's first time wearing powered exoskeleton equipment to face an evolved-form zombie. If it were the kind that evolved relatively quickly, might really be very dangerous.

A burly man with a scar on his face said, "Wait a moment, I'll set up the sniper rifle, provide support at any time."

Hung Ung and Diep Hong looked at each other.

"Let us go first."

Finished speaking.

The two got out of the vehicle, holding straight sabers in hand, walked towards the distance. Dust swirled around the two, their entire bodies exuding a mechanical sense. That was the product of technology fused with crystals, also their first test against an evolved-form zombie.

"Ugh ugh..."

The Strength-type zombie saw the two figures approaching from the distance, its pale eyes moving, fiercely roaring towards them, stomping its feet, stepping on the ground, the dull sound like beating a war drum.

Hung Ung and Diep Hong exchanged glances.

Both sides had rich combat experience, mindsets even stronger. The impact Strength-type zombies gave people was indeed very strong, but for them, just a slightly more robust fellow.

Hung Ung gradually increased speed, leading the charge. The Strength-type zombie waved its arm, wanting to grab the rushing delicious flesh and blood. Approaching in an instant, Hung Ung slid and tripped, the straight saber in his hand chopping towards the Strength-type zombie's ankle. Pfft! One slash cut open the Strength-type zombie's ankle, sticky blood spraying out.

Such injury didn't bring harm to the Strength-type zombie. Wanting to thoroughly cripple it, afraid only severing its ankle would do.

"It really works!"

Hung Ung felt the sensation of the straight saber cleaving through zombie flesh, joyful in his heart. But he had to admit one thing: the Strength-type zombie's defensive ability was superior to other zombies.

Zombie roars came. Hung Ung tactically rolled on the ground, dodging the Strength-type zombie's punch towards the ground.

The ground was smashed into a deep pit.

Hung Ung's heart trembled. Looking up close, the impact felt was immense.

At this time, Diep Hong appeared from behind, raised the straight saber in her hand high, fiercely chopping towards the Strength-type zombie's occiput. Pfft! Flesh and blood split open, but as if blocked by something.

Diep Hong's feet stepped on the Strength-type zombie's back, wanting to use the force to retreat.

The Strength-type zombie roared angrily, its sturdy arm grabbing backwards. Just as it reached out, a saber light flashed. Only saw Hung Ung let out an angry roar, the straight saber in his hand fiercely chopping down, directly severing the Strength-type zombie's wrist.

The severely injured Strength-type zombie roared, fiercely swinging its arm. Thump! Hung Ung was sent flying, rolling continuously like a football.

The huge impact gave Hung Ung a suffocating feeling.

Test is test.

Only when truly feeling it, does one understand, this feeling of being hit really isn't pleasant.

Reacting, Hung Ung and Diep Hong simultaneously rushed towards the Strength-type zombie.

Pincer attack from both sides.

The Strength-type zombie's advantage was great strength, robust body, thick flesh. If it were an ordinary zombie, would have long been chopped to death. How could it be as difficult as the current situation?

"Diep Hong! I'll attract its attention!"

"Understood!"

This was their first exchange with a Strength-type zombie. From beginning to end, the feeling it gave them was: Strength-type zombies are indeed terrifying, but haven't reached the point of making people despair.

"Die for me!" Hung Ung roared angrily, momentum very strong, swinging his saber, continuously leaving wounds on the zombie's body. The sharp straight saber could bring fatal damage to the zombie.

Sticky blood splattered.

Diep Hong, taking advantage of the zombie attacking Hung Ung, swung her saber towards its ankle.

Pfft!

Sound of cutting into flesh, could feel chopping into bone. But the Strength-type zombie's leg was extremely thick, sinews intertwined, very hard to sever with one slash.

She thought of Lam Pham, that fellow who chopped zombies like vegetables. Truly so strong. If he faced this Strength-type zombie before them, should be very simple.

Bang!

Clearly retreated very quickly, but still flung away by the zombie's sturdy arm. The huge impact made Diep Hong feel the Strength-type zombie's power.

After landing, Diep Hong felt she could still hold on, stood up, again rushed towards the Strength-type zombie.

If not for this equipment, afraid would have already fallen to the ground vomiting blood just now.

Hung Ung and Diep Hong enveloped it. Hung Ung attacked head-on, swinging and dodging, while Diep Hong's gaze always fixed on the zombie's ankle, that already-chopped ankle revealing bone, was her target.

After a moment.

Rumble!

The Strength-type zombie rumbled and fell to the ground.

Entire body flowing with sticky blood.

It was fiercely killed by two humans, appearance somewhat tragic: arm severed, ankle severed, eye pierced blind, even buttock also bloody and messy.

"Hung Ung, are you okay?" Diep Hong asked with concern. The opponent head-on restrained the Strength-type zombie, several times sent flying by it. That impact force very strong; looking at it knew very terrifying.

"It's okay."

Hung Ung spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, walked before the zombie, took the straight saber, cut open the zombie's head. A crystal stained with sticky fluid rolled out.

"This is the crystal existing in a zombie's head."

Hung Ung wiped the sticky fluid off the crystal, held it in his hand, raised it above his head, towards the light, exclaiming in amazed admiration at the crystal's splendor.

Now.

What they were doing was precisely proving that relying on powered exoskeleton equipment truly could kill evolved-form zombies.

Also, currently in human history, besides Lam Pham, humans capable of fighting against evolved-form zombies.

"So tiring."

Hung Ung sighed with emotion. Didn't have that easy feeling, but needed to expend great effort to achieve.

Diep Hong deeply felt.

Can kill, yes, just truly very difficult.

Hoang city.

A figure continuously flashed on building rooftops, then slowly landed on the ground. Looked at the evolved-form zombie limping forward ahead. He had already stood here, yet the opponent hadn't reacted. Could only indicate this evolved-form zombie was somewhat sluggish.

"Hello."

Lam Pham spoke.

The Speed-type zombie waddled its four limbs, wandering the street, searching for edible flesh and blood. Hearing the sound from behind, its head turned. Unexpectedly saw flesh and blood standing behind.

Just like seeing something that could make it happy, turned its body around, growled lowly. Sticky fluid continuously flowed from the corner of its mouth to the ground.

"If only you could possess rationality, how good would that be. Seeing us humans, you drool. Indicates you like humans. However, this kind of liking is just like us seeing delicious food. Understandable. However..."

He shook his head, slowly drew Frostmourne slung on his back.

Clearly could explode the opponent with one punch; why still need to draw sword? The key was he didn't want the street to be made extremely dirty. One punch exploding would cause sticky substances to scatter everywhere.

Even more afraid one punch would explode the crystal.

Co Hang said wanted crystals; naturally have to preserve the crystals.

"Ugh ugh!"

The Speed-type zombie growled lowly, waddled its four limbs, surging over at high speed. Speed very fast. Encountering a Speed-type zombie, wanting to escape basically impossible. After all, in terms of speed, humans truly at a disadvantage.

Charged before him.

The Speed-type zombie leaped up. Only saw Lam Pham swing his sword, silvery-white light flashing. Pfft! The Speed-type zombie was cut in half at the waist, sticky blood splattering all over the ground.

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

Looked at the number.

Extremely ordinary Speed-type zombie.

Cut open head, took out crystal, waved hand, cleaned crystal clean, placed in pocket, continued walking on street, heading towards distance, searching for evolved-form zombies.

For evolved-form zombies, today might be the most unfriendly day.

They, within the zombie population, belonged to a relatively high level, existing unrestrainedly in the city. Even if encountering survivors, that was also survivors panicking and fleeing, not even daring to fart.

But who could have thought, actually met a pervert.

Successively encountered ordinary zombies. This group of zombies wandered, without any purpose, just looking around. Hearing a sound, would run over. Discovering it was a drink can falling to the ground, would only disappointedly walk elsewhere.

Seeing Lam Pham, they, irrational, found it extremely hard to understand how terrifying the human they encountered was.

Looking at this group of zombies, wearing all sorts of attire. All ordinary citizens before, finally turned into zombies, no rationality, no intelligence, could only move according to zombie instincts.

Lam Pham walked with sword in hand. Facing the zombies rushing from ahead, he maintained calmness from beginning to end.

"Turning into zombies isn't what you wished. Living like soulless shells is just a kind of pain. If you could have consciousness, afraid also wouldn't want this. I, Lam Pham, as an ordinary citizen of Hoang city, am willing to help you find liberation."

He swung his sword out.

Flashing silver light.

Running zombies, as if injured by an invisible sword qi, were torn in two.

Lam Pham knew this was sword qi. The scientific principle of its formation already explained; no need to explain too much. Just that the demand on arm strength was too high.

He used Duong Quang Apartments as the focal point, forming a circular area, expanding outwards.

Successively encountered some evolved-form zombies.

All easily killed by him, successfully obtaining crystals.

If talking about most troublesome evolved-form zombie, that would be the Self-destructing type zombie. This type of zombie, when nearby, would instantly self-destruct; even the crystal would explode.

If in the past, he wouldn't care at all whether evolved-form zombies could self-destruct.

But now, he could only rely on his own speed, appearing before the Self-destructing type zombie at high speed. Before the opponent could react, one sword strike decapitated it, thereby obtaining the crystal.

Opened the bag, tossed it in.

Counted carefully.

Already seven crystals.

Dealing with evolved-form zombies, just need to pay a little attention, also very easy to resolve.

Most difficult is searching.

"Been out for a long time. Search again. Get ten, then can go back."

Lam Pham looked at the time.

Already made plans. Things need planning. After planning, busy in an orderly manner, then very easy and simple.

As Lam Pham left.

Inside a row of houses.

"I... I think I saw a god." A man stood at the window, rubbed his eyes, said to other survivors.

That survivor leaning against the wall looked up at him once.

Then lowered his head.

Took his words as just ghost stories.

...

"Nine. Only one last crystal left."

Lam Pham counted the crystals, satisfied.

He was just an ordinary citizen, didn't have too great ambitions. Often a small matter could make him particularly satisfied, absolutely wouldn't think too much about those messy things.

"That is..."

He found many zombies gathered on an empty plot of land there. This situation not common. Looking closely, unexpectedly saw among that zombie horde, an evolved-form zombie appeared.

"A bit like a Strength-type zombie, but seems somewhat different from a Strength-type zombie."

Observed.

That zombie's physique even taller, wider, stronger. Body as if formed by chunks of rock, extremely developed, giving people a very strong sense of oppression.

If alive and had such a physique, absolutely world's strongest.

This zombie's right arm had no hand, but transformed into a scythe-like meat blade, covered by muscles, seemed extremely sharp.

Many zombies gathered around it, as if supporting the King among zombies.

Thinking about it, also could understand why this group of ordinary zombies surrounded it.

He remembered when at the company, a colleague's skill very strong. Everyone liked to gather around him asking questions. Thought he also liked to gather around others then.

Mm, just like this group of zombies.

Very normal.

Last crystal right before his eyes.

He wanted to go see.

Surrounding zombies discovered fresh flesh and blood appearing, roared savagely, instantly forming chaos. That scythe-armed strong zombie looked towards the front, similarly saw Lam Pham.

It roared angrily, roar deep, heavy.

Zombies swarmed over.

Lam Pham shook his head, long accustomed to zombies' unfriendliness. If by any chance a friendly one appeared, he could also treat it like Officer Hoang, treat zombies.

"Come on! When you are so unfriendly, I can only let you properly feel Frostmourne's formidability!"

Swung his sword.

Seemingly very numerous ordinary zombies, before Lam Pham, collapsed. No difficulty whatsoever. Swept across, cut in half at the waist. Flesh and blood splattered. Not killing one by one, but when one sword swung out, damage caused immense, unimaginable.

The scythe-zombie stood there motionless. Perhaps it thought, as an evolved-form zombie, so many zombie underlings beside, can't possibly snatch flesh and blood with them. Just let this group of zombie underlings fiercely gnaw the opponent.

But soon.

The scythe-zombie twitched its head.

Perhaps the current situation made it somewhat surprised.

My underlings... how come all gone?

Lam Pham stepped on the sticky ground, walked before the scythe-zombie.

Raised his head, looked at it.

"You are a special-form zombie, huh? Very similar to Strength-type zombie. No... you give an even more shocking feeling than Strength-type zombie. I think you are the new-type zombie I encountered in Hoang city."

Lam Pham finished speaking.

Evolved-form zombies capable of attracting ordinary zombies, he had only seen Spiritual-type, Infant Cocoon-type, Screaming-type, Attraction-type.

Wait a minute.

Seems evolved-form zombies encountered, most have this ability.

"Ugh ugh..."

The scythe-zombie roared, sound spreading in all directions.

Lam Pham covered his nose; smell somewhat foul.

He just wanted to observe a bit, not in a hurry to strike.

The scythe-zombie swung its scythe fiercely towards Lam Pham. Speed fast, force heavy, momentum absolutely astonishing.

Lam Pham reached out, caught the scythe. Could feel heavy force transmitting down, a dull sound.

"Such strong power! If it were any other survivor, all could be chopped to death by you! You are like a tiger slaughtering novices in a novice village!"

Swung his sword.

Silvery-white light flashed. The scythe-zombie was cut in half at the waist. Large amounts of flesh and blood, like a waterfall, whoosh whoosh flowed all over the ground.

[Kill Tyrant] [Points +20]

"New-type zombie, Tyrant. Such physique and strength indeed can be called Tyrant."

Lam Pham took out the crystal from its head, a smile appearing on his face. Ten crystals finally resolved.

Surrounding were all zombie corpses.

Very dirty.

Very messy.

Still a plaza.

If any plaza cleaning staff members saw this situation, afraid could be fined until underwear gone.

Matter unavoidable.

Go home, go home. Tidying up truly very difficult.