Neither of them was willing to show weakness.
However, when their attacks clashed, the result was beyond everyone's expectations; the palm-wide Dog Leg Knife, upon touching Nosferatu's massive black limb scythe, did not shatter on the spot?
Instead…
"Poof…!!!"
"Crack----!!!"
To everyone's immense surprise,
What was cut off first was Nosferatu's black limb scythe. Of course, it wasn't the sharpest blade, but the joint connecting the blade, which was extremely fragile. Unfortunately, even though it was very fragile, it wasn't so easy to cut off.
This brings us back to the Dog Leg Knife, the cold weapon equipment Javier purchased. Its hardness was barely usable, but the most crucial part was its passive skill: once it struck a joint, it would trigger a bone-cutting passive effect, immediately increasing sharpness and penetration.
In this way,
As long as the joint is hit precisely,
This small Dog Leg Knife can also become a divine weapon that cuts iron like mud in the martial world!
"Clatter…!"
The massive, sharp limb scythe was cut off and flung, heavily hitting the ground, splattering green blood.
Because Nosferatu had only been injected with the original T-Veronica Virus and had not fused with the virus to become a higher species, its blood did not have the same ability as Alexia's to burn into flames upon contact with air. Therefore, there was no need to fear its severed limbs flying around.
"Step—!"
And on the other side,
Javier had already rolled down from mid-air, his hands still in the posture of having just cut off Nosferatu's massive black limb scythe. Although it was a short Dog Leg Knife, in Javier's hands, he somehow imagined himself as a swordsman from the martial world.
This left Javier unable to calm down for a long time…
Because just now, he felt truly cool.
That feeling of leaping up and killing in one strike captivated him. So this is the ability you virus superhumans have always enjoyed! This is so exhilarating! No weapon or firearm can compare to the thrill of personal hand-to-hand combat and slashing.
Because here, you can feel and sense from the bottom of your heart that this is your own power. Every punch, every kick, every blade, every sword originates from yourself, making one feel incredibly grounded and confident.
Conversely, firearms are indeed very powerful, no doubt.
But they are still just tools. Once the weapon is gone, one is still an ordinary person, powerless. This is why Javier has always painstakingly sought to become stronger. Simply enhancing the power of firearms has never been one of his goals!
No matter how powerful a sword is,
It still needs a qualified wielder…
"…"
"Awesome…!"
He murmured in a low voice,
Feeling that the Breathing Technique's enhancement effect did not immediately disappear, Javier took advantage of the situation… wanting to try more of such close-quarters combat, as he had only dared to engage in long-range attrition before.
"Again—!!!"
After saying this, Javier, with excited eyes under his gas mask's green visor, looked at Nosferatu in front of him and continued to rush forward with all his speed. Nosferatu, seeing one of its black limb scythes severed, was also extremely enraged and roared back at Javier: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah—!!!!"
Because its hands and feet were inconvenient to move,
The only things it could rely on were the four large black limb scythes on its back, like a spider, hooking the scythes onto other objects to pull its body over, or like Marvel's Doctor Octopus, using the four large black scythes to lift itself and move.
But now,
One of the four indispensable limb scythes was broken, which meant it would no longer be able to move normally. How could it not be angry?
However, Javier didn't care about this at all.
The old man's wheelchair at the nursing home had two small front wheels removed, and he didn't say anything. Why is it so troublesome when it happens to this guy? It's just one black limb tentacle removed, aren't there three others?
"Sensen Sen—!!!!"
A violent whooshing sound came from his ears.
It was Nosferatu's three scythe attacks coming simultaneously. Javier's eyes lit up, and he quickly dodged on the ground. The attack trajectory was too chaotic, he couldn't rush in blindly. Nosferatu's three black scythes frantically destroyed everything around them; railings were cut into several pieces, and the ground was also scored with several cuts.
And seeing Javier dodging,
Not entering the attack range for a long time,
Nosferatu temporarily ran out of stamina, and its three black limb scythes drooped down. This is what a "monster" is; it uses no intelligence at all, not even knowing how to conserve stamina.
Seeing this,
Javier knew it was the best time to attack.
He quickly unzipped his backpack, took out the prepared Molotov cocktail, pulled out a lighter to ignite it, and then threw it fiercely towards Nosferatu. He also decisively drew the Desert Eagle from his waist. Just as the burning bottle was about to land on Nosferatu, he instantly pulled the trigger.
"Click—!"
"Boom----!!!"
The bullet rapidly exited the barrel and shot out,
It quickly struck in a straight line, instantly achieving a delayed hit on the target. The bullet and the Molotov cocktail collided, creating the familiar flame magic: fuel, air, fire, and wind to boost the combustion. These four elements combined to maximize the power of the Molotov cocktail.
"Crack!"
"Poof… Boom boom boom…!!!"
The moment the Molotov cocktail shattered,
The ignited flames inside instantly expanded and burned violently. Coupled with the cavity airwave generated by the bullet, the small Molotov cocktail exploded like a small fireball on Nosferatu's body. Countless fiery embers splattered on its frail body, and the high temperature continuously corroded its flesh. Its massive and heavy three black limb scythes were useless because they could not extinguish the flames.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah—!!!!"
This time, it was finally a shrill scream.
Nosferatu crawled on the ground, struggling frantically.
Javier, seeing this, decided not to trouble this old man. Although his name was indeed Nosferatu, he was ultimately one of the Ashford patriarchs, Alexander Ashford. If not for two rebellious children stabbing him in the back, perhaps this guy could have counter-sanctioned Spencer's control over Umbrella Corporation.
"Step—!"
"Whoosh—!!!"
The next second,
Javier darted out rapidly,
His speed was like a ghost; at this moment, no one could stop him. After all, Nosferatu was busy extinguishing the high-temperature flames on its body, so it had no time to worry about the people around it. Javier easily approached Nosferatu, and repeating his old trick, he leaped into the air again, drawing out the Dog Leg Knife.
However,
This time, the target was not the limb scythe, but Nosferatu's head!
"Whoosh—!"
"Poof—!!!"
Without any surprise,
As the blade fell, Nosferatu's head was removed by Javier. With a roll, he quickly escaped from the flaming corpse. Fortunately, his combat suit was waterproof and fireproof, acting as a partial fire suit; otherwise, he would have truly been engulfed by the flames.
"Nosferatu… no,"
"Mr. Alexander Ashford, I will soon help you teach your two unfilial children a lesson. Please rest in peace, after all, you had already prepared a coming-of-age surprise gift for your lovely, genius daughter Alexia, hadn't you?"
Looking at Nosferatu's head in his hand, Javier smiled faintly and spoke. After speaking, he threw the head into the sea of fire for cremation. The toxins within this old man's body would turn into poisonous gas and pollute the air, so cremation was better.
As for the flames caused by the Molotov cocktail, what to do?
What to do? Just let it be…
This is Antarctica; those flames won't burn for long. In other regions, Javier might hesitate to use Molotov cocktails, but in Antarctica, it doesn't matter; even if it spreads, it won't affect anything…
"It's over. Let's keep going. The flames will extinguish themselves later."
Nosferatu was dead. Javier flicked the bloodstains from the Dog Leg Knife and reinserted it into its sheath. He turned to Claire and Lisa and said,
Meanwhile, Steve on the side was completely bewildered, having thought this guy, a few years older than him, wasn't much. He never expected him to be so formidable! And what was with that series of speed just now? Was that really something a human could do?
In reality, this was all the effect of the Breathing Technique.
Now that the time was up, given Javier's current physique, he could only maintain it for about ten minutes. Maintaining it for too long would be too taxing on his body. The moment he exited this state, Javier felt all the muscles in his body begin to ache.
It seems this thing isn't as good as he imagined, but it was quite nice to pretend to be a superhuman for a bit.
"Hm…"
Lisa beside him let out a slightly displeased cold snort.
However, the sound was too faint, and Javier didn't notice it, because truthfully… Lisa wasn't particularly happy about Javier's progress. Her possessiveness was quite strong. If the G Virus's particularity was a strong desire for reproduction, and Javier was the only "close relative" object,
Then Lisa actually didn't want her private possession to become stronger and run away. She preferred the old Javier who needed her protection. Of course… it's also possible that during the fierce battle with the G3 Monster in the G Virus underground Institute, Javier desperately fought to buy her evolution time, which also moved her greatly.
…
Meanwhile—
Rockfort Island Prison,
After about ten minutes of recovery, Wesker's broken limbs returned to normal. Although his missing pant legs and cuffs made his appearance somewhat strange, this did not affect Wesker's unique, aloof demeanor. He still sat coldly, his dark sunglasses concealing his thoughts.
He was thinking about the direction Javier and the others had escaped.
He himself knew the coordinates of the Antarctica Research Institute, as he was very familiar with it as a high-ranking Umbrella Corporation executive. But his arrogant and self-willed nature made him think that things might not be so simple. What if Alexia had secretly built a new base to cover her tracks?
Wouldn't he have made a pointless trip then—?
Therefore,
Wesker was extremely troubled by this.
This time, it wasn't like finding a needle in a vast ocean, but finding a single hair on Earth.
However,
Just as he was engrossed in thought, little did he know… another group of uninvited guests had already arrived on the island. A fighter jet also slowly descended, and two fully armed middle-aged men jumped out of the plane. They wore standard tactical vests and short sleeves, carrying assault rifles and shotguns on their backs, and various grenades, smoke bombs, and flashbangs on their waists. They were very well-prepared and did not appear to be rash intruders.
And what was particularly striking was…
The S.T.A.R.S. lettering on their backs and shoulders. Without a doubt… these two were Old Captain Enrique of Bravo Team, who had left without a word back then, and Chris, who had come specifically to Rockfort Island Prison to rescue his sister.
Originally, the two were busy organizing manpower to destroy Umbrella Corporation's branch bases around the world, but Leon, the international agent, used his special authority to find Chris's location and communication method, and informed this sister-obsessed maniac that Claire had been captured by Umbrella Corporation and taken to Rockfort Island Prison.
Without hesitation,
No matter how important the current mission was, it couldn't compare to the importance of his own sister. Chris decisively piloted the fighter jet towards Rockfort Island Prison, and Old Captain Enrique, not trusting Chris, followed along…
Unexpectedly, due to Javier's butterfly effect,
Old Captain Enrique didn't die in Resident Evil 1; now he could even follow Chris and achieve great things, which was simply unimaginable. As expected, surviving a great disaster leads to future blessings. However, it seems Chris is much more dangerous than Javier, after all, who would dare to be my teammate—!
"Speaking of which…"
"Chris, is your sister really likely trapped in this godforsaken place? And it seems this place has already been bombed once."
Old Captain Enrique, following behind Chris, looked at the environment of Rockfort Island Prison and asked with some uncertainty. Nearing forty years old, he was still fighting for the justice in his heart, a soldier and old police officer full of honor. Brown hairs at his temples had already begun to show a few silver strands. It seemed that during the time they had been away, he and Chris had been too busy traveling and working.
"I'm sure!"
"The locked signal location is right here, and even if it's been bombed, my sister will be fine!"
Facing this question,
Chris was stubborn for the first time. At this moment, he no longer had the youthful face of his past; instead, he had become mature and resolute, his eyes shining brightly, and his entire body had become much more robust, completely transforming into a true "real man"!
And when facing his sister, Chris would become much more emotional. Anyone could… but his own sister, Chris didn't believe Claire would be in trouble—!
Chapter Fifteen: Wake Up, My Dear Sister!
"Uh…"
"Alright, it's all up to you. After all, you're the leader of this mission; I'm just a small follower."