Chapter 889: Created Gods

When the mountain collapsed, Wang Ge was indulging in the excitement of his father’s death.

Later, he barely crawled out from the collapsed ruins, stepping on Zhang Ping.

Aside from the torment from the crystal core in his brain, this was the happiest day of his life.

He would never be controlled by anyone again, going wherever he wanted, doing whatever he pleased!

Wang Ge even had the illusion that even if he couldn’t control the crystal core in his brain in the end and exploded to death, it would be the best arrangement.

At the very least, the person who turned his life into this mess was already dead.

Also, he believed in himself; without the True God Research Institute, it didn’t matter, he could still establish several True God Research Institutes.

As long as he was alive, he could still control countless zombies, making some humans work for him.

He had secretly cultivated quite a number of forces and found many superpower users who had suffered setbacks.

As long as he still had the ability to resurrect human corpses, those people would forever follow him.

For example, the Base Commander of Yunhua Safety Base, who seemed aloof, was actually troubled by his deceased wife.

As long as he could truly make the dead stand alive in front of the Base Commander, the Base Commander would become his best subordinate.

This was just an example, even if the Base Commander was a tough nut now, he might not seek him out later because of his wife’s issue.

Humans always regret past events, grieve for the dead, and hope for the resurrection of the dead, time flowing backward.

The speed at which he reverts to his old self depends on how selfish humans are.

It’s just a matter of time.

Zhang Yiming and Captain Zhang looked at Wang Ge without any expression on their faces, as if they didn’t hear anything Wang Ge said.

They acted as if Wang Ge was just air.

Wang Ge wasn’t bothered.

After all, Zhang Yiming and Captain Zhang could easily kill him now.

“I’m leaving.”

Wang Ge knew he wasn’t liked, cooperating with them to kill Dean Wang was just out of desperation.

The first reason was that Captain Zhang and Zhang Yiming couldn’t wait to eliminate the True God Research Institute.

The second reason was that Dean Wang was also eager to open up Wang Ge’s brain, extract the crystal core he had nurtured for years, and become the True God himself.

From the beginning, the True God created by Dean Wang was never Wang Ge, but himself.

This is why Wang Ge had to cooperate with Zhang Yiming and Captain Zhang, even if nothing was left.

Wang Ge slowly turned around, limping toward the zombie horde on the outskirts.

He could control zombies, and even if Zhang Yiming had a way to make zombies only obey his brainwaves, Wang Ge believed this was not an easy method to execute.

His brainwaves could always control a portion of the endless zombies.

As long as he got close to the horde, he would be safe.

It was embarrassing, but at least he was still alive.

“The ocean floor is uneasy again, that old guy hiding has leveled up again. This time, they’re planning to play seriously. I’ll go and take care of them!”

Captain Zhang glanced at Wang Ge’s back and said two sentences indifferently, without any special expression.

“Alright.”

Zhang Yiming nodded in response.

“Things are basically over. I hope you will keep your promise to completely lead the zombies out of the human safety zone, and humans will also not enter the zombie safety zone.”

Captain Zhang looked at Zhang Yiming, with a hint of appraisal in his sharp gaze.

At this point, if Zhang Yiming didn’t keep his promise, Captain Zhang really had no other way.

“Of course, I will keep it.”

Zhang Yiming’s voice was very light, ethereal, without any emotion.

As if speaking about the most ordinary thing.

Captain Zhang gazed at Zhang Yiming for a long time, then turned to leave, his back straight but filled with loneliness.

The zombie horde made way for Captain Zhang, appearing very afraid of him, yet only Captain Zhang was walking.

Amidst the bustling zombie horde, only Captain Zhang’s back appeared particularly desolate.

Meanwhile, a group of agile figures dashed toward Wang Ge’s direction.

Their faces were expressionless, exuding an aura even more ferocious than Wang Ge.

Wang Ge suddenly turned around, his body instantly stiffened.

Handsome men and beautiful women lunged at him one after another.

This was not a good thing; they were not human—they were Zombie Kings, the kind everyone at the True God Research Institute couldn’t figure out how Zhang Yiming had brought out so many of.

Wang Ge’s brainwaves erupted instantly, trying to summon the high rank zombies around him to fend them off for a while at least.

But, it was no use.

There were far too many Zombie Kings, and distant water cannot quench present thirst.

His powerful brainwaves only made the surrounding zombies let out a roar, then fell silent.

A slender finger of a Zombie King pierced straight into Wang Ge’s temple, mercilessly curving slightly, forcibly digging out a blood-red crystal core.

Ignoring the terror on that pale, gloomy face.

With a thud.

Wang Ge’s body fell to the ground, just a teenager, about the same age as Bai Yifan.

The blood-red crystal core glowed even more eerily under the sun’s reflection.

Even from a distance, one could feel the terrifying energy contained within the crystal core.

The crystal core not only contained terrifying energy but also housed a violent, powerful aura.

Perhaps it was a delusion, but Zhang Yiming could sense the sigh within the blood-red crystal core and the ancient glory belonging to its owner.

An ancient relic, the crystal core from Zhu Jiuyin’s brain.

It was because of this crystal core that Wang Ge’s ancestors passed down the idea of creating gods for generations.

Perhaps originally, their lineage’s purpose was not to capture and experiment on humans recklessly, but to benefit mankind.

But human greed is incredibly complex, and now, it only benefits themselves.

Zhang Yiming looked at Wang Ge’s gradually cold corpse, a trace of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

It wasn’t difficult to wipe out the True God Research Institute, everything was about to end.

In his past life, why was he so incompetent, failing to protect her, allowing these god-fantasy fools to harm him?

A massive wave of hatred surged in his heart, but it was only directed at himself.

He always blamed himself.

Zhang Yiming’s fingers covered his eyes, two lines of transparent liquid slipped down, then were quickly wiped dry by his fingers.

When he lowered his hand, the ferocity on his body became even more intense.

The Corpse Emperor Zhang Yiming, who turned the world into purgatory, was back.

When humans encounter great misfortune, the brain creates a self-protection mechanism, imagining that the misfortune hasn’t happened yet.

This is why some people, after losing loved ones, seem indifferent at first, eating and drinking as usual.

After a period, when they truly realize their loved ones are gone, only then will they break down and cry.

Humans are like this, and so are zombies.

Zhang Yiming gently rolled up his sleeves, looking indifferent.

Zombies should have the demeanor of zombies, cold and ruthless, without a trace of emotion… right?