(1) Hello, Can I Take a Few Pictures of You? (1)
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The moment the ordinary zombies, their connection severed and their true nature restored, rushed in front of Lam Pham, their heads were instantly separated from their bodies. No one could clearly see how it had happened.
Their heads rolled on the ground like soccer balls, finally coming to rest, motionless, their eyes staring wide and blank.
Vuong Tu Hien sat there, steady as a rock, watching silently. He was on the same side as Lam Pham; encountering this kind of situation, he couldn't show any unusual reaction.
He had to remain completely composed to grasp the overall situation.
Vuong Tu Hien looked at the self-proclaimed Zombie Overlord. He was indeed incredibly arrogant. Was it because he was controlling a zombie that he was fearless? Or had he just never witnessed Lam Pham's true power, leading him to look down on everyone, thinking humans were just little shrimps that could be crushed at will?
Just because a zombie had intelligence didn't mean it was much smarter.
Before turning into a zombie, his brain probably wasn't very bright to begin with.
"Arrogant human! If my main body were here, I would definitely tear you to shreds! The Hoang City Sunshine Shelter, is it? I will lead a zombie tide to utterly destroy your territory!"
"Grrr..."
The zombie controlled by the Zombie Overlord rushed towards Lam Pham.
An ordinary zombie indeed had some combat effectiveness against an ordinary survivor, but against an Awakened, it was completely useless. Calling it trash would not be an exaggeration.
Boom!
Without any suspense.
The zombie controlled by the Zombie Overlord was directly blown apart by Lam Pham.
Vuong Tu Hien had already issued a death notice for the so-called Zombie Overlord. Did he really think hiding in Thanh Ha City would be of any use?
And in the end, he even said he would lead a zombie tide to flatten the Sunshine Shelter.
Sigh.
Vuong Tu Hien really wanted to, just like in the old days, throw his head back and roar... Gek-gek-vu.
"What a pity. They all sent controlled zombies. It would have been so much better if their main bodies had come," Lam Pham lamented. When he arrived, he had been imagining that there would be many Creators, that his camera would be smoking from overuse. Unfortunately, it was not as he wished; it didn't turn out as he had hoped.
Though it seemed like a pity, it wasn't without its gains.
"Zombie Emperor, rest assured. Now that you are here in my territory, I will naturally guarantee your safety." The red-skinned zombie still hadn't realized the gravity of the situation and thought that with its ability, it could stabilize the scene.
Honestly, what a tragic thing. Perhaps only when faced with true despair would one understand how powerless arrogance can make a person.
Vuong Tu Hien smiled without speaking, sitting there calmly.
Soon, this guy would find it very difficult to be so confident.
"Hello."
Lam Pham smiled and greeted the red-skinned zombie. Although the other party was his target, he always acted very friendly when facing any zombie, rational or not. This had been his habit all along.
The red-skinned zombie stood up. Its ferocious, massive physique gave off an extremely strong sense of pressure. It was different from other zombies. Other zombies gave off a feeling of disgust and ferocity.
But the zombie before him felt worlds apart from the others.
The red-skinned zombie's eyes glinted with a vicious light. "Lam Pham of the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter, your appearance has ruined my Southern Conference. Do you know that your actions have thoroughly enraged me?"
Lam Pham smiled, clearly hearing the other party's harsh words.
But he wasn't angry at all.
Instead, he raised the camera in his hand.
"May I take a few pictures of you?"
Encountering a never-before-seen zombie, taking pictures was a very important matter.
Vuong Tu Hien, sitting there, marveled... Only Lam Pham had this kind of ability, to remain calm and composed no matter what kind of zombie he encountered.
"Pictures?"
The red-skinned zombie stared intently at Lam Pham.
"Yes, pictures. I've been clearing out zombies all this time. Whenever I encounter a zombie I've never seen before, I will permanently capture its appearance, compiling it into the "Zombie Illustrated Guide" for the living survivors to observe and understand the different types of zombies," Lam Pham said with a smile.
He had always been like this.
No matter what kind of zombie he faced, it was always the same.
"Ha ha..." The red-skinned zombie's soft chuckle gradually turned into a loud laugh. After laughing with its head thrown back for a moment, it lowered its head and looked down at the short Lam Pham. "I have seen your strength. Among humans, it is indeed quite good. But don't you feel that as time goes on, deep in your heart, there is always a bit of turmoil?"
At this moment, the red-skinned zombie was like a BOSS.
And Lam Pham was like the hero who had come to eliminate the BOSS, and a hero who was all alone, like throwing an egg against a rock.
"No turmoil, only joy. Please trouble you to wait a moment while I take pictures of you from various angles."
Lam Pham raised his camera, the lens aimed at the red-skinned zombie.
In the frame, the other party was very photogenic, with an oppressive aura that rushed straight at you. If any ordinary person were to face such a zombie, they would probably be so terrified by this aura that their legs would turn to jelly, unable to even take a step to run.
Click!
Click!
A professional photographer often needs not only professional training but also a lot of practical skill.
Don't be fooled by the fact that Lam Pham wasn't a professional photographer.
But from the outbreak of the apocalypse until now, all the photos in the "Zombie Illustrated Guide" were taken by him. His technical skills had long since improved by leaps and bounds. The photos he took were definitely extraordinary.
The red-skinned zombie quietly watched Lam Pham. To it, even if this human seemed a bit powerful, today was truly this human's last day.
"Mm, the shots are good. Very photogenic," Lam Pham said, muttering to himself as he flipped through the pictures on his camera.
Vuong Tu Hien, sitting there, suppressed a laugh.
He really wanted to laugh.
How he wanted to say to Lam Pham, could you please give this red-skinned zombie a little bit of respect? The red-skinned zombie was being given absolutely no face.
The photoshoot was over.
Lam Pham smiled and raised the camera in his hand towards it. "The pictures turned out very nice. When they're published in the "Zombie Illustrated Guide", they will surely be quite something."
Hearing the human's words, the red-skinned zombie clenched its fists tightly, cracking its knuckles. Blue veins popped out, and the flames of anger burned fiercely in its heart.
"Alright, the next thing is very simple. Please bring out your true abilities. I'd like to test your strength."
The process was just like that.
If social order still existed, if humans had fixed residences and the human government was fighting against the zombies, then he would definitely have joined the zombie investigation department.
Tirelessly traveling outside.
One man, one camera.
He would photograph every zombie he saw. Not only would he photograph them clearly, but he would also understand their characteristics.
In his records so far, he had documented too many zombies.
He was a pioneer in recording the characteristics of zombies.
"Hah!"
"Hah!"
The red-skinned zombie felt a sense of provocation. It exhaled hot, white mist from its nostrils.
"Arrogant human."
In an instant.
The red-skinned zombie appeared in front of Lam Pham, opened its mouth, and emitted an ear-piercing sonic wave. The wave had a tangible impact, and the wooden floor directly exploded.
Lam Pham, standing in front of the red-skinned zombie, narrowed his eyes. It wasn't that he was hurt, but that the other party's voice was damn loud, making his head ring.
The red-skinned zombie was ready to see the human before it unable to withstand its sonic wave, bleeding from the ears and nose, clutching its ears and collapsing to the ground in pain.
Who would have thought that nothing would happen at all?
The situation was beyond its imagination.
"Mm, it can emit a sound surpassing that of a Screamer-type zombie, turning sound into a sonic wave to form a kind of impact. Not bad. Even an Awakened whose ability has reached the third stage wouldn't be able to withstand it."
Lam Pham nodded, looking at the red-skinned zombie before him. "Very good. Continue with your next ability. Your sonic wave is completely useless against me."
When he spoke, his voice was very gentle.
There was no other meaning.
But these words, when heard by the red-skinned zombie, made it feel as if it was a provocation.
Any other Creator-level zombie, upon encountering this situation, would typically summon the surrounding zombies to form a tide and crazily besiege the intruder.
But the red-skinned zombie did not unleash a zombie tide.
Just as Lam Pham was wondering why the other party hadn't unleashed a zombie tide...
The red-skinned zombie had indeed thought of it.
It wanted to summon a zombie tide to form a torrent and grind Lam Pham into meat paste.
But when it saw the Zombie Emperor sitting leisurely over there, it forcibly suppressed this thought. Why had it convened this so-called Southern Conference? The reason was very simple: it wanted to become the leading existence among the southern zombies.
And to become a leader...
One must have formidable strength.
Any zombie that had evolved to their stage could unleash a zombie tide; that didn't count as real strength.
If the Zombie Emperor weren't here, it would definitely have thought of unleashing a zombie tide. Unfortunately, it had no choice. It had to display its own formidable strength.
To let the Zombie Emperor see its power.
And thus, feel a sense of fear towards it.
The red-skinned zombie's chest heaved, its breathing gradually becoming heavy. It suddenly raised its arm, roared, and threw a punch at Lam Pham. The power of this punch was extremely formidable. A sonic boom rang out, and the wind from the fist seemed as if it could whip up a tornado as it landed viciously on Lam Pham's face.
Boom!
With the man and the zombie as the center...
A shockwave suddenly spread out. The wooden floor exploded inch by inch, forming a circular crater.
Vuong Tu Hien, sitting there, had his mouth slightly agape.
Lam Pham's toughness was beyond his imagination. He didn't move an inch, taking the opponent's punch with his face. The moment the opponent threw the punch, Vuong Tu Hien deeply understood.
If he had taken that punch, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.
He would have been absolutely blown to bits.
The red-skinned zombie noticed Vuong Tu Hien's shocked expression and looked slightly smug. It was obvious that its power had made the Zombie Emperor feel fear.
But...
Its smugness lasted for less than a second before it was replaced by shock.
"Very strong. This power surpasses that of a 5th-stage Strength Awakened. Even the 4th-stage battle armor, after being reinforced, probably couldn't withstand it."
Lam Pham lightly patted the red-skinned zombie's fist, rubbed his own face, and said with a smile.
He wasn't angry at all about being punched in the face.
He had allowed it himself.
The red-skinned zombie could boast about this for the rest of its life to other zombies; no other zombie had ever managed to hit Lam Pham.
"What are you doing?" the red-skinned zombie roared. As a zombie, it felt a sense of humiliation.
Lam Pham said, "Testing your abilities, making an assessment of you. Based on your performance just now, I have reached a preliminary conclusion. Your abilities are very strong. In the current situation, no human Awakened is your match. Even a Psionic Awakened couldn't contend with you. Your existence is truly a disaster for humanity."
The red-skinned zombie roared and swung its fists.