Everywhere he passed, the c-virus zombies were sliced in two. Their severed limbs fell to the ground in rapid succession, and blood spurted from their necks like fountains.
After a single strike, Javier skidded to a halt and turned his crimson eyes back. The dense cluster of diamond-shaped spikes on his back shot out rapidly like spears.
The spikes pierced through a large swathe of the zombie crowd, skewering them like candied haws, with three or four zombies impaled simultaneously.
They were pinned firmly against the corner walls.
This was the function of the spikes on Javier's back; they served as a self-defense weapon similar to a porcupine's. Besides defense, they could be fired as projectiles, serving as one of his few long-range attack methods.
After all, it couldn't be helped.
Javier did not have the Nemesis-α Parasite implanted in his body, so he did not possess parasite tentacles like Lisa's.
Although the parasite tentacles were useful, Javier found it difficult to accept a bug coexisting within his body, so he had rejected the development of that ability.
If possible, Javier wanted his immortal form to be as complete as possible, rather than being mixed with too many parasitic organisms.
Besides...
Javier couldn't guarantee that he could devour the Nemesis-α Parasite and utilize it for coexistence within his body like Lisa did.
After all,
if he could fuse with the T-Veronica Virus or the c-virus in the future,
then Javier would gain magical abilities to manipulate blood-fire or thunderbolts. He wouldn't lack long-range attack methods then, so there was no need to stuff strange things into his body; it was too repulsive.
"..."
"It's over..."
After Javier activated his semi-mutated mode,
his sharp bone spikes and bone swords swept through the masses. With a bone sword in one hand and violent lunges, the zombies in his path were instantly pierced into headless corpses. After a few lunges back and forth, the zombies in the first-floor lobby were almost completely wiped out.
The only downside was that the scene was too bloody; the floor was covered in blood and severed limbs. After all, the sight of hundreds of corpses bleeding out in the lobby was quite spectacular.
One could easily slip in the sticky pool of blood, and Javier's body was covered in thick, foul-smelling gore.
It was as if he had crawled out of a sea of blood.
Ada and Sherry couldn't help but distance themselves slightly. It wasn't that they were disgusted by him,
but the smell was truly too foul—the stench of thick blood forced out of rotting corpses was simply unbearable.
But soon,
the benefit of corpses infected by the c-virus manifested. In less than a minute,
those corpses suddenly began to heat up and spontaneously combust, quickly turning into piles of ash and disappearing, leaving only bloodstains to prove they had ever existed.
...
Meanwhile,
Hotel Building Rooftop—
Compared to the one-sided slaughter in the lobby below,
the battle on the rooftop was much more tragic. More than twenty bodyguards stationed at the stairwell could not block the onslaught of the c-virus mutants at all.
In just a few short minutes, the group of bodyguards collapsed and scattered. The Rasklapanje at the front had incredible defensive power and immense strength.
Most pistol and assault rifle bullets failed to cause fatal injuries; only close-range shotgun blasts could gradually widen their wounds.
However, there were two Rasklapanje organized there; the two Green-skinned Gorillas took the lead, directly tanking the first round of the concentrated fire.
The subsequent Neopteran legion swarmed in through the gaps.
Dense swarms of killer bees constantly gnawed at the bodyguards' flesh, and the stingers on their abdomens pierced them one after another.
In the blink of an eye, a living person was gnawed until they were full of holes, looking like an apple core riddled with bite marks—it was exceptionally horrifying.
The Rasklapanje's rampage, combined with the harassment from the Neopterans,
caused the defensive line at the rooftop stairwell to collapse instantly. Overwhelmed by the fear of death, no one had the time to care about the Family Organization.
These bodyguards only wanted to survive,
so they turned and fled with their guns. The fall of the rooftop stairwell
allowed the c-virus mutant monsters to smoothly enter the interior of the hotel building, where they began to hunt down survivors hiding in the rooms.
Whether it was due to sheer luck,
the room where Simmons was hiding was not visited by the Rasklapanje or Neopterans. Yet, hiding in the large, luxurious room, Simmons felt no sense of security at all.
Several sofas were jammed against the door, and wardrobes were all blocked in front of it,
fearing that the c-virus mutant monsters would burst through. After all, with the Rasklapanje's terrifying strength, they could easily smash through a wall to force their way in.
"How much longer...?"
"How much longer until the Government Forces' reinforcements arrive? Hurry up and urge them! Tell them we are in danger and need immediate support!"
"Otherwise, if a Senior Security Advisor to the US Government dies here, their government must take responsibility. If they don't want to take responsibility, they better send troops to support us immediately! I can't wait much longer!"
The luxurious hotel room was otherwise empty.
Simmons and his personal bodyguard hid in the tightly closed bathroom, obsessively muttering and urging through a laptop.
Simmons' face was covered in sweat, and he looked toward the bathroom door with a panicked expression from time to time, fearing those monsters would burst in if he wasn't careful.
This was the closest Simmons had ever been to death.
To capture that madwoman Carla, Simmons had mobilized nearly a hundred members of the Family Organization to act as his guards.
But these hundred people were completely insufficient. Half of them died in the earlier bio-monster ambush, and the other half had just died defending the rooftop.
Only a few clerical staff members outside who weren't recalled to handle his logistics remained, along with his last personal bodyguard by his side.
Simmons was panicking now.
If he could go back, he definitely wouldn't have come looking for that madwoman Carla again. No... he wouldn't have come in person; he would have just sent the army to launch a missile strike!!!
Volume 9 Resident Evil 6: Chapter 43 Anti-Magic Property
Step, step, step...
After clearing the zombies in the first-floor lobby, Javier and the other two didn't hesitate and headed straight for the elevators.
If they could use the elevator,
they definitely didn't want to climb the stairs. After all, it was nearly a dozen floors; they would be exhausted by the time they reached the top.
"Phew..."
Javier retracted his virus-mutated state. The spikes on his back and the hardened bone swords on his arms were all pulled back in.
The blood-colored veins on his cheeks gradually returned to normal. After the battle, Javier didn't feel anything unusual.
The only abnormality was that he was a bit hungry.
After all, the reinforced bone spikes from the G-Virus and T-Virus were essentially a matter of metabolism. Accelerating metabolism meant the body's energy would be consumed rapidly.
Therefore, he would feel hunger.
The principle was the same as ordinary zombies craving the flesh and blood of living creatures; raw meat and blood provided more calories, which was why zombies desired them.
Javier was no exception.
But he didn't need to recover by eating human flesh.
He only needed to consume normal human food. After all, if the power of the G-Virus and T-Virus required eating human flesh to maintain,
then Javier would rather give up the immortality he had worked so hard to obtain. He didn't want to become Hannibal, and he certainly didn't want to be infected by Prions.
Of course,
the energy recovery speed from absorbing nutrients from food was too slow. Generally, virus-infected individuals like Javier
would need to eat an amount of food comparable to their own body weight. To put it bluntly, they could truly swallow a whole cow.
The digested energy would be stored for later use.
This energy could be used to heal wounds, such as high-speed healing after a gunshot, or for physical reinforcement like Javier's.
The more powerful the virus in the body, the more energy it stored.
A basic T-Virus infected individual like Ada usually only needed to eat two or three times the normal amount of food; it wasn't that outrageous.
But someone like Javier
could quickly store energy by consuming other things—specifically, the virus itself or viral blood.
Consuming the standard T-Virus allowed for rapid energy recovery. Because the body had already adapted, a large amount of T-Virus wouldn't cause the host to mutate; instead, it would make their power stronger and stronger.
After all,
people might be confused about one thing: swallowing a virus is eating, not fusing. Only when the virus is injected into the bloodstream does a so-called rejection reaction occur.
But eating it...
The virus is just a high concentration of protein.
It's just concentrated high-energy food; it won't cause a so-called infection. It's like snake venom.
If a snake bites you and injects it into your bloodstream, you'll die.
But if you drink it, unless your gastrointestinal mucosa is damaged, it's just protein. Therefore, viruses are very suitable to serve as food for replenishment.
Viral blood refers to blood like Lisa's. Lisa's body contained multiple viruses; after dilution, Javier could also consume it.
"..."
"Javier, what was that state just now? Are there any side effects?"
Having successfully boarded the elevator, Javier shed his blood-stained outer coat. Watching the rising elevator numbers, Ada suddenly asked with a concerned tone.
After all, this was the first time she had seen Javier use bio-virus abilities, so Ada was still worried about whether Javier would suffer any lingering side effects.
For example, losing his sanity after using it for too long.
Not just Ada, but Sherry also turned her gaze over upon hearing the question. Since it concerned life and safety, it was perfectly normal for both of them to be worried.
But unfortunately,
their concern was unnecessary...
"It's fine, you don't need to worry."
"That was just the reinforced power of the G-Virus and T-Virus. It looks intimidating, but there aren't many side effects. If I had to say something, it's that I'm a little hungry since it consumes a lot of physical strength."
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Javier quickly explained to reassure them. If it were truly that dangerous,
he wouldn't need Ada and Sherry to remind him;
he wouldn't dare use it himself. After all, Javier was famously timid; how could he possibly gamble with his own life?
Hummm...
Ding—!!!
During their conversation,
the elevator quickly reached its destination, the top floor of the hotel building, F16. Looking at the number, the three of them didn't speak.
Instead, they gripped their weapons in silent coordination. They didn't know the situation inside; they might face a vast number of zombies or a large group of bodyguards.
But none of that mattered.
As long as they launched a surprise attack the moment the elevator doors opened, they could seize the initiative. As the trailblazer,
Javier was undoubtedly the most suitable one to lead the charge.
The energy stored in his body was enough for him to splurge once more. He could completely withstand a hail of bullets and take out all the bodyguards in the hotel corridor in an instant.
Click—!!!
A crisp sound echoed.