"Rumble…!!!"
As if a strong earthquake had occurred, the ground beneath their feet rumbled, gradually cracking and rapidly sinking, forming a massive pit.
Looking at the quicksand-like sinkhole before them, Claire and Steve dared not move an inch.
Given the immense commotion just now, they highly suspected that something terrifying was hidden beneath the ground.
As expected…
"Bang—!!!"
Dust flew everywhere from the ground.
A massive creature emerged again, its body several times larger than the previous Long-Armed Monster.
No… it was exactly like the mutated giant python from before.
Its entire body was grayish-black and bloated like a sausage, and its head had a mouth-like orifice that opened like a chrysanthemum, filled with dense, sharp teeth.
This was a giant mutated Onix…Pooh! A Sandworm!
It was a new type of BOW from the Umbrella Corporation, specially bred in this vast dirt field to provide training for U.S.S. soldiers.
This was indeed a training ground, but it was a training ground for monsters—!
The Sandworm shot out like an earth dragon.
Splashing mud and dust flew onto Steve and Claire.
Seeing such a massive and terrifying monster, both of them showed expressions of shock, and then, without any hesitation, they instantly turned and ran…
Damn it,
this thing was even more terrifying than the previous ones.
Such a colossal creature was completely beyond their ability to handle.
Their small handguns couldn't even penetrate its defense, so continuing with the thirty-six stratagems and running was the safer bet.
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
"Bang…!"
The giant mutated Sandworm, which had emerged like an earth dragon, let out a deafening roar as it watched Claire and Steve trying to escape.
It immediately burrowed back into the sand and rapidly charged towards them, each sneak causing the ground to tremble violently.
This Rockfort Island Prison adventure had returned to the rhythm of Temple Run…
…
Meanwhile, on the other side,
just as Claire and Steve were risking their lives playing Temple Run, the private jet piloted by Javier and Lisa had already arrived over Rockfort Island Prison.
However… upon approaching such a heavily fortified island, Javier was startled when he saw thick black smoke rising from Rockfort Prison.
There was nothing he could do.
Although Javier knew that Wesker would attack Rockfort Island Prison with mercenaries in the original story, he hadn't expected such extensive damage.
Many areas across the entire island showed signs of bombing, with numerous buildings collapsed into ruins, raging fires, and black smoke continuously rising into the sky, presenting a scene of impending disaster.
"…"
"It seems the situation is not optimistic, Lisa.
We need to prepare for a forced landing.
It's fortunate that the mercenaries Wesker brought were strong enough, otherwise… with Rockfort Island Prison's anti-aircraft firepower, we would easily be shot down as soon as we approached."
Glancing at the now inoperative anti-aircraft guns and various surface-to-air missiles on the edge of Rockfort Island Prison, Javier couldn't help but murmur.
If these military weapons had bombarded his private civilian jet, even with Javier's powerful Riding skill, it would have been extremely difficult to evade, and he would have been forced down.
But now,
he was much luckier.
With that, Javier controlled the private jet to rapidly descend.
There was actually an airfield on Rockfort Island Prison, but it had been destroyed, riddled with craters.
This would test Javier's piloting skills.
As for Wesker,
Javier had already suspected that Wesker might still be alive after the Mansion Villa mission, as the power of the Progenitor Virus was not to be underestimated.
He had exerted immense effort to severely wound Wesker, but he was unconscious afterward and didn't know what happened next, leaving only Lisa to struggle with him.
But based on the most probable guess,
Wesker had not died, as the bombing of Rockfort Island Prison had arrived as scheduled.
However, what made Javier even more curious… was who would be stronger: Wesker, who had merged with the Progenitor Virus; Alexia, who had the T-Veronica Virus; or Lisa, who had undergone three stages of G-Virus evolution.
This was what Javier cared about most—!
Chapter 8: A Different Kind of Black Rose
"Buzz…"
With the blessing of the Riding skill,
Javier successfully landed the private jet beside the runway.
Javier, clad in a black combat suit, and Lisa slowly disembarked.
Looking at the surrounding desolate ruins, they no longer hesitated… covering their noses, they began to walk deeper into Rockfort Island Prison.
After all, there were no signs of anyone present in the outer areas of Rockfort Island Prison at this moment.
It seemed the island's inhabitants had either fled or been eliminated by the mercenaries sent by Wesker.
Of course, they might also have been bitten and infected by zombies, as Javier and Lisa hadn't walked far before many shabbily dressed zombies, blood-red Lickers with exposed muscle tissue, and many new, unfamiliar types rushed out from the rolling black smoke and ruins before them.
These were all secret research projects of the Umbrella Corporation.
But after Wesker's bombing, these BOWs had all escaped.
Seeing thirty to forty zombies and a few Lickers before him, Javier immediately drew his Desert Eagle from his waist, ready to clear the area.
This beloved Desert Eagle had been further modified and enhanced by Javier, increasing its power and further reducing its recoil.
A small knife was also installed beneath the muzzle, much like a certain CF Desert Eagle · God of War, except that one was inlaid with gold, while Javier's was pure silver.
Aiming the gun at the rapidly approaching zombies, Javier intended to test the enhanced power.
"Hoo hoo hoo…!!!"
The zombies before him were also moving very fast.
They were completely different from the stumbling, leisurely zombies in Raccoon City.
He didn't know if the T-Virus had started to mutate, or if they were always like this.
However,
just as Javier was about to pull the trigger,
Lisa, standing beside him, reached out and stopped Javier's Desert Eagle.
Lisa shook her head and quickly drew a snow-white blade from her back.
It was a cold weapon made of high-carbon steel, not for sharpness or toughness, but solely for hardness.
All the weapons Lisa carried were cold weapons.
As a G-Virus host, she also possessed superhuman strength, as firearms had little effect on her.
Close combat was her best fighting method, and clearly… seeing so many prey before her, Lisa also wanted to test the feel and power of these cold weapons.
And the next second!
Lisa, holding the blade with one hand, slowly bent her slender body, spreading her long, rounded legs.
The masked Lisa slowly raised her head.
Since her last shopping trip, Lisa had strictly adhered to her principles.
Before destroying the Umbrella Corporation, she had restored her appearance to that of a slit-mouthed woman.
Now, she wore a half-mask to conceal herself, her dark red eyes locked onto her prey, assuming a hunting stance, much like a lithe leopard preparing to chase an antelope.
"Bang… whoosh——!!!"
Without any hesitation,
a terrifying force instantly erupted from her high-heeled boots.
The ground was trampled, creating massive cracks, and gravel flew.
Lisa herself shot out at an extremely fast speed, like a black lightning bolt, charging into the zombie horde.
"Bang—!"
With a loud crash,
Lisa didn't swing her blade immediately.
Instead, she directly collided head-on with a Licker.
The difference in body hardness between the two instantly caused the strong muscle tissue of the leading Licker to be caved in.
It flew backward as if hit by a high-speed truck.
A large amount of blood splattered in mid-air, while Lisa… apart from some bloodstains on her tight combat suit, was completely unharmed.
"Hoo hoo hoo…"
"Roar, roar, roar…!!!"
Seeing this, the other zombies and Lickers immediately let out furious hisses and roars.
When had food ever been so brazen as to provoke them right in front of them?
With their low intelligence, they didn't hesitate, immediately extending their clawed arms and reaching for Lisa.
But—
"Pfft…!"
"Buzz—swish—!!!"
A circular flash of blade light passed by.
Like a rising, pure white hazy moon, Lisa, holding the blade, quickly drew a circle on the spot.
In just an instant, the arms of the zombies attempting to touch Lisa snapped off, their arms displaying clean cuts.
A large amount of blood splattered, and severed limbs fell to the ground.
"Die…"
She murmured a single word.
Lisa looked at the increasingly numerous zombies gathering around her and quickly brandished her blade.
With a forward charge and a downward slash, she violently split a zombie in front of her into two halves.
Zombies behind attempted to sneak attack, but Lisa's rounded long legs kicked backward again with immense force, instantly sending three or four zombies flying dozens of meters away, where they fell to the ground lifeless.
"Sen—!!!"
Lisa lowered herself and swept her blade across the ground again in a horizontal sweep.
As the blade cut, several more zombies had their lower legs cleanly severed.
Losing their support, they could only fall helplessly to the ground and crawl, but their eyes still greedily stared at Lisa, trying to bite off a piece of her flesh to satisfy their hatred.
"Bang… crunch—!!!"
Seeing this,
Lisa, without hesitation, lifted her long boot and mercilessly stomped on the head of the greedy zombie.
Its head was instantly crushed, and red and yellow brain matter splattered everywhere.
After dealing with this disgusting zombie, Lisa transformed into a battlefield rose, completely disregarding the blood on her body.
Her snow-white slender blade was furiously swung among the dense zombie horde.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew.
The number of zombies continuously increased, but the corpses on the ground also continuously piled up.
Javier: "…"
Watching Lisa, who was having a blast killing,
Javier sighed helplessly.
This was truly outrageous, as expected of a human-shaped Gundam.
This wasn't a terrifying Resident Evil script at all; it had directly become a Musou-style mob clear.
Although Javier also had the ability to deal with the dense zombies before him, he didn't have such terrifying performance.
Now, Javier was truly looking forward to the scene of Lisa and Wesker's great battle.
After all, Wesker had narrowly escaped last time, but this time, he wouldn't be so lucky.
…
And after an unknown amount of time,
when Javier came to his senses, Lisa's battle had already ended.
The ground was covered with a vast number of corpses, various severed limbs and broken bodies piled together, forming tall mounds of bodies.
Lisa was covered in a large amount of blood, but her tight suit was waterproof and didn't soak through; otherwise, with this amount of bleeding, it probably wouldn't wash off.
Having vented her emotions, Lisa slowly put away her blade.
She found this weapon quite handy; its hardness was very high, and it wouldn't crack after cutting through hundreds of bones.
Additionally, at the end, Lisa's eyes still held a hint of lingering excitement, suggesting she was still a little unsatisfied.
Since her perfect evolution with the G-Virus,
Lisa could only vent most of her emotions through combat.
After all, when she was at home… Lisa was gradually accumulating dissatisfaction because she couldn't conquer a certain person.
Although she couldn't express it directly, from the current situation… her dissatisfaction seemed to be quite significant—?
"Can't afford to mess with her… can't afford to mess with her.
Should I just be sensible?"
Looking at Lisa, who had vented her emotions and returned to being a quiet woman in the distance, Javier shook his head helplessly and murmured.
…
Meanwhile—
"Huff… huff huff…"
"Did that monster catch up? It shouldn't have, right?
Why does this cursed place have such terrifying things?"
Gasping for breath,
Claire and Steve, busy playing Temple Run, ran for their lives.
After an unknown amount of time, they ran into the next area before daring to stop and rest.
Steve leaned against a nearby wall, sweat constantly dripping from his forehead, and he intermittently complained.
Under the death threat of the giant mutated Sandworm, Steve's original complex emotions after killing the Long-Armed Monster temporarily vanished.
Now, his mind was only filled with that incredibly huge Sandworm.
Steve did not want to be eaten by that thing.
If he got infected by a zombie, at least he could turn into a new zombie, and if he was lucky, he could even evolve into a Licker, which was at least a stronger kind of scum.
But if he was eaten by that thing, given the size of the giant mutated Sandworm, Steve estimated that once he was fully digested, he might not even amount to a pile of feces.
Compared to that, it was too humiliating…
Therefore, Steve would rather be bitten and infected by a zombie than be eaten by the giant mutated Sandworm.
"It can't catch up."
"There's no more dirt here, so it can't burrow through.
We should be able to rest for a bit."
Claire, standing beside him, looked at the giant mutated Sandworm behind them, which showed no movement, and calmly explained.
That thing was probably specially bred by the Umbrella Corporation for that specific terrain.
Now, it was all concrete, so no matter how terrifying it was, it couldn't continue to pursue them.
"But speaking of which,"
"Where are we now?
Are this military base and prison really that massive?
We've been walking for ages and haven't seen any exit."
Seeing the threat gone, Steve, having recovered some strength, asked Claire.
Claire also expressed that she didn't know the answer to this question.
It was her first time being captured and brought to this cursed place, so how could she know if there were any exits?
The only way… was probably to keep moving forward.
Their conversation yielded no results,
so they could only brace themselves and continue walking forward.
"Tap, tap, tap…"
"Tap, tap, tap…"
Their footsteps echoed again within the military base and prison building.
Soon, they arrived at a suspended steel plate walkway, below which was a vast, open area filled with yellow smoke.
They didn't know if it was poisonous gas, but Claire and Steve still used their clothes to cover their mouths and noses, just in case they inhaled any toxins.
The suspended steel plate walkway was very old and dilapidated, with many areas covered in rust.
Every time they walked on it, it creaked, making them wonder if it would collapse and they would fall through at any second.
"Is this… really okay?"