Chapter 1120: Chapter 1120

The skyward fleshy appendage directly swallowed the pilot whole. Quick, precise, and ruthless; being consumed by the Creator meant there was no chance of survival, eventually becoming part of the Creator’s body.

The Creator, roused and highly perceptive, instantly locked onto the distant humans. Its massive body moved swiftly, as the parts buried underground dug through the earth like an excavator, continuously flinging the soil aside.

"The battle has begun. It’s time for you all to shine," urged the organization’s bespectacled man as he retreated, prompting the eleven perfect Mutants to begin hunting the Creator.

He only needed to monitor the scene.

Cui Xiaofei spoke cautiously, "Be careful, everyone. This Creator can shoot spikes from its fleshy appendages with great speed and destructive power. Even without direct contact, you could be pierced through. Even as Mutants, we might not withstand it."

The battle was about to begin.

He had to warn these guys; if the Creator took a first blood due to carelessness, it would have significant repercussions on them.

They had arrived within the city. By using the cityscape, they could find buildings for cover, which was a significant advantage against the Creator.

Lin Fan had been out early, clearing zombies. The city was not yet fully cleared, and he also hoped to find Yang Mei’s lost companions.

They had been separated for quite a long time.

Yet he always held on to hope while searching.

"It would be wonderful if I could see them."

Lin Fan’s own perception was also strong; within a certain range, he could hear the heartbeat, and he relied on this ability for his search.

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He didn’t encounter many zombies.

This made Lin Fan somewhat relieved.

But occasionally, shambling zombies would appear, and he would casually swing Frostmourne to dispatch them.

It was easy and straightforward, with no difficulty.

He stopped and looked toward a nearby community.

The sign at the entrance was covered in dust, but the words could still barely be made out.

New Sunshine Community.

Looking at a distant building, he vaguely saw a silhouette at the window. However, the glass had not been cleaned for so long, it was dirty and chaotic, appearing only as a blurry shadow.

In such situations, he never doubted if there was someone there.

Even if, in the end, there was no one.

He would still go over to have a look.

At the gatehouse, he glanced casually and saw a completely decayed corpse on the stool, even without maggots, indicating that death occurred a long time ago. Probably at the start of the apocalypse, knowing escape from the zombies was impossible, ultimately choosing suicide to avoid a zombie attack.

"Alas, what a pity. If they had chosen to bravely escape, perhaps there was a chance to get away."

This was a fifty-fifty chance.

Without registering, he walked into the community.

The streets in the community were strewn with many fragmented limbs, and over time, the flesh upon them had corroded away.

Images came to mind, all of survivors panicking and fleeing as the apocalypse descended.

Building 3, Unit 3, Room 505.

The safety door downstairs was locked, and without a key, he simply pulled it down, revealing skeletons at the stairway, with walls stained in blackened blood. A gentle touch and the blood flakes would fall off.

This city had no electricity.

The elevators were out of service.

Climbing the stairs, he quickly reached his destination.

"Hello, I am Lin Fan from Sunshine Shelter in Huangshi City. I am here to rescue you; is anyone there?"

Lin Fan knew there was no one there.

But it was beneficial to announce it.

Facing the security door, he punched forward, and with a bang, a hole appeared in the door. He reached inside to unlock it.

A strange smell immediately hit him.

This puzzled him greatly.

Realizing it was an impossibility, as survivors who died long ago would have bodies already decayed to bones, how could there still be a rotting smell?

Moving deeper inside.

As the scene before him unfolded, his eyes suddenly changed, barely able to believe the situation.

The floor was covered with discarded water bottles, bread boxes, instant noodle packs, and some scattered snacks.

"Under these food conditions, they should have survived for quite a while."

Lin Fan muttered to himself, estimating there were three skeletons in the living room, and judging by the decay, they had been there for more than half a month.

Seeing a closed room door, he opened it to a rush of odor; if not for his good tolerance, he might have begun vomiting.

There was also a corpse in the room.

Leaving the room, he came to the balcony, seeing what he hadn’t gotten wrong. Indeed, a headless body lay on the ground, with a rope hanging on the balcony.

Evidently, they had hung themselves. With time, the rope caused the flesh to rot, severing the head.

The window displayed the SOS letters written in red, now covered in dust and gradually becoming indistinct.

Lin Fan’s expression turned grave; this was a terrible situation.

He hadn’t come here; had he arrived, he could have saved these struggling survivors.

He turned with regret, preparing to leave.

Yet his eyes caught sight of an open notebook on the table.

Flipping to the first page.

What was imprinted on his eyes was a line of not very elegant handwriting.