Looking at the vial in her hand, Alexia snorted, merely putting it away for future use.
The special forces team members who had just arrived at the front door saw fourteen monsters waiting for them, each with its head bowed.
They held large axes, their dark green skin swollen with pustules and animal limbs, giving them an exceptionally terrifying and ferocious appearance.
Chapter 347: The Queen Who Takes On An Army Alone
No sooner had the words been spoken than a barrage of gunfire erupted. Three squads entered, two members of which were dedicated to loading and firing high-powered grenades at the monsters.
Their tough skin became bloody and mangled under the heavy gunfire, revealing wounds deep enough to see bone.
However, these wounds were rapidly repairing themselves, forming insect-like carapaces that made them tougher and harder to break through.
Boom! The grenades exploded, blasting the monsters into the air and even snapping the handles of their axes. Having suffered serious damage again, some of the monsters were now missing limbs.
Alexia arrived on the ground. With a wave of her hand, the monsters she had infected immediately shrieked and charged furiously. Braving the hail of bullets, one of them ripped a special forces member in half!
Eddie, along with Ada and the other two women, observed from the shadows. "Ada, what is your opinion on the Veronica Virus?"
"I have no interest in monsters. You had better not turn into one," Ada said coolly. No matter what, she was still a woman and would not like species other than humans.
"I don't like monsters either. If we could eliminate the mutations caused by the Veronica Virus and remove the mutated animal genes, then it would be acceptable and have utilization value," Eddie analyzed while watching.
"Perhaps freeze it for fifteen years, like that woman?" Ada breathed out softly.
"By then, our daughter would have grown up. Don't you think that's a bit uncontrollable?" Eddie blinked, his smile slightly mischievous.
"Who has a daughter with you? Hmph, stop dreaming. Finish your own business first. Fantasizing about a beauty while standing right in front of her, you really have bad taste," Ada sneered. She wouldn't admit it—at least not now. Did he want her to obey willingly? That would require a very, very long road.
Thinking about the flaws in removing the virus, the first person Eddie thought of was Carla Radames. That woman's emotional intelligence wasn't very high, but her IQ wasn't low; at least her achievements in virology were quite significant.
Alexia made her personal appearance. Her original first form had returned to a normal state; it seemed she could switch between these stages at will. However, the irreversible consequences of entering the second stage made her afraid to try it easily.
Perhaps it was because she had fought with Eddie and been influenced by his words. If she couldn't maintain her human form, ruling the world would bring her no pride. She would just be a monster, and anyone could achieve that.
Commanding the vines to attack, the tendrils that burst from the floor instantly skewered the members of one squad like candied hawthorn skewers.
With their hearts pierced, these squad members were utterly dead. The people in another squad turned to deal with the suddenly appearing vines, while the members of the third squad began to retreat, providing covering fire during the withdrawal.
Thud! The retreating squad member felt as if something had flashed past, and the sky grew dimmer. The next second, the blind monk appeared, directly stomping a special forces member to death.
The Marine Corps assembling on the periphery immediately opened fire. A large number of ant limbs extended from the blind monk's back, rapidly waving to block most of the bullets.
However, a large number of bullets still struck him, and many more hit his exposed heart.
The intense pain caused Alexander to roar. He leaped seven meters high and plummeted toward the assembled troops.
Thud! A dark skinned soldier was pierced by the ant limbs, instantly coughing up blood and dying rapidly within a second, becoming completely withered, as if Alexander had absorbed his bodily nutrients through the limbs.
"Helicopters, take off for support! Everyone spread out and use net rounds to restrain him!" Neil immediately issued the most correct order.
It proved true that no biological weapon could withstand the sweep of large-caliber machine guns and artillery. The reason why assault rifles couldn't penetrate them was simply because they lacked sufficient power.
A fast-moving snowmobile rushed over. Rachel sat in the driver's seat, using a special method to fix the accelerator before quickly jumping onto the snow.
The restrained Alexander was still roaring, slowly tearing through the net under the hail of gunfire. At that moment, the snowmobile rushed over and knocked him to the ground. Because it hit a hard object, the snowmobile also flipped onto its side.
Alexander had a large chunk of flesh scraped off, and the chains restraining him were knocked away. His hands gained freedom, but they had already merged with his body. His eyes were completely hollow, making him look terrifying. What kind of monster was this, exactly?
Fortunately, Rachel's snowmobile bought enough time for the helicopters to take off. These were attack helicopters, equipped with Gatling machine guns.
Five attack helicopters swept over Alexander with a barrage of fire. The large-caliber machine guns shredded his flesh. After a minute of continuous firing, Alexander was blown directly into two halves, his flesh scattered. Only his bleached bones remained to prove he had once lived. Thus, a generation of the Ashford Family fell.
Alexia watched Alexander's death, her beautiful eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation. She hated Alexander and didn't even consider him her father.
Both siblings originated from the genes of the first generation Ashford Family Countess Veronica; calling them clones of Veronica wouldn't be an exaggeration. Strictly speaking, they were Alexander's ancestors, having no actual relationship with him.
They were created solely to defeat Spencer and reclaim the family's position in the leadership of the Umbrella Corporation.
Alexander treated Alexia and Alfred purely as tools. How could he expect the siblings to be filial? He brought this upon himself; he couldn't blame anyone else.
Alexia, arriving in the main hall, also witnessed the power of the attack helicopters. Her delicate hand, wearing a white glove, was raised above her head. The snow outside the facility suddenly shook, and five vines, the size of truck tires, erupted from the ground.
They shot up sixty meters, instantly piercing the five attack helicopters that were taking off. The attacked helicopters exploded in mid-air, burning up and crashing along with the vines.
The debris from the exploding helicopters sliced several unlucky mercenaries and special forces members in half; their bodies were burning! The power of Alexia's single strike was already this enormous and exaggerated. Fighting in her original body was the most foolish choice; control was the only effective method.
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"Kill her!" Neil was stunned by the sight of the stunning Alexia, but he quickly snapped out of it and ordered the soldiers to attack.
Da da da! Machine guns roared. Alexia dodged and leaped with great agility, as if the bullets couldn't hit her. Occasionally, a bullet did strike, but it couldn't even break her skin.
Swish, swish! Countless vines rose from the ground, instantly impaling the firing soldiers. Under Alexia's summoning, large numbers of mutated ants crawled out of the ground holes and charged toward the mixed forces.
Thud! Two grenades exploded right in front of Alexia, blasting her backward. If she hadn't quickly protected her face, she probably would have been disfigured by now.
"You ants!" Alexia stood up with an enraged expression, controlling the vines to lift the snowmobile and throw it, then picking up an oil drum and throwing that too, treating every large object she saw as a throwable projectile.
At this moment, a man wearing pitch-dark skinned tactical gear quickly rushed forward and punched Alexia. Although Alexia blocked the sneak attack with her arm,
she was still slammed into the wall by the immense force. This man was Wesker. Having landed a hit, Wesker didn't look back and immediately fled, using the distraction provided by the Marine Corps to prevent Alexia from focusing on him.
Whoosh! Just as Alexia stood up, an anti-tank rocket flew over, blasting her away once more.
The extremely battered Alexia furiously activated her first form. Her body began to be covered in large amounts of plant scales, and she simultaneously released flames to counterattack.
These flames were generated when her blood came into contact with the air and ignited fiercely.
The combat capability of a regular army was not something that could be matched by a single individual. Chris's small handgun would be unable to cause any damage to Alexia.
However, the Marine Corps that had arrived this time had learned enough lessons. They began a heavy bombardment using concentrated firepower, simultaneously launching two attack helicopters to fire missiles at the laboratory where Alexia was located.
At the Marine Command, Kaplan arrived with his bodyguards, accompanied by Dr. Mueller, the top researcher who had developed the Thanatos Tyrant, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Mr. Consultant, why are you here?" asked Midhan, who was in charge of communications.
"To provide you with assistance. We have already developed a controllable weapon, and this is a test. If successful, we can use this weapon to replace our soldiers in dangerous missions in the future, allowing us to reduce casualties while achieving the results we desire (merit)!" Kaplan said gravely.
"Understood. Do you need my help?" Midhan was somewhat excited. If this were true, he figured he wasn't far from promotion and wealth.
"You can leave the rest to me. Dr. Mueller, begin. Let us witness your proudest invention," Kaplan said with a smile.
Dr. Mueller nodded. He had reached an agreement with Kaplan that he would receive better materials for his research. Kaplan promised him that the newest Tyrant he developed could be kept as his personal art collection, while previous models had to be handed over for mass production.
Art pieces must only be the best, never the worst. Given this treatment and the cruel human experimentation punishments enforced by Umbrella, Dr. Mueller could only grit his teeth and accept it.
An attack helicopter flew in from a distance, carrying a huge cryogenic canister suspended beneath it. When it flew over the Antarctic Research Facility, the canister was dropped, and the soldiers simultaneously retreated.