Carla's mind gradually descended into madness as she began to weave her own boundless dreams. Much like Wesker before her, she fantasized about a new bio-organic world of her own making.
As for Javier, Ada, and the others,
they watched the Carla before them with looks of deep pity.
Faced with this woman who had already gone insane, Ada could no longer feel any hatred. She only felt that Carla was actually quite pathetic.
Tortured into this state by Simmons, she remained deeply mired in her own fantasies even now, unable to extricate herself.
To be honest...
Competing with such a woman over who was the original and who was the fake had lost all meaning. After all, the other party was already mad; even if she admitted Carla was the real one, it wouldn't matter anymore.
*Gurgle gurgle...*
In less than a few short minutes,
Carla's body underwent a rapid and massive transformation, with vast amounts of white mucus constantly seeping from every inch of her skin.
Even her own body was completely covered by this white mucus, looking as if she were being drenched in milky-white glue.
The white sludge began to flow across the floor,
and as it touched the floorboards, wisps of white smoke actually rose up. It appeared to have a certain corrosive effect.
*Heh heh heh...*
"This feeling... it's like being reborn..."
After injecting the enhanced C-Virus, Carla had not completely lost consciousness; she still retained a certain level of rationality.
After all, she hadn't fully turned into a monster yet and still possessed human features and posture. This was the spore queen, Carla Radames!
Through the extraordinary power granted by the enhanced C-Virus,
she possessed a spore state capable of infinite division and recovery. The Carla before them, looking as though she were drenched in a mass of milky-white viscous liquid, was a spore monster through and through.
Due to Carla's intense will to survive, the enhanced C-Virus
mutated and evolved to acquire biological spores with the world's strongest recovery capabilities. Spores possess an incredible capacity for reproductive division, allowing them to undergo infinite regeneration.
And now, the spore queen Carla
had inherited this ability.
She lacked particularly powerful means of attack, but she was extremely difficult to kill. Carla would split off spore clones of various sizes from within her body.
Small, ordinary spore clones were similar to Carla herself—slow-moving and not very aggressive—but they excelled in sheer numbers, allowing for human-wave tactical attacks.
Large spore clones, on the other hand, would coalesce into Carla's massive, distorted face, rolling toward enemies to perform biting attacks.
Once attacked, they would explode, releasing a large amount of strong acid capable of melting many substances, including hard steel and walls without exception.
"Hahahahaha...!!!!"
"Ada Wong, now let me see whose power is truly stronger and who the real fake is. Not one of you will escape!"
A piercing, eerie laugh rang out.
Carla, her entire body covered in milky-white viscous liquid, suddenly looked up and laughed wildly and unrestrainedly.
Her arrogant eyes looked at Ada with disdain as she directly declared war. She still remembered the grudge of being easily knocked to the ground and beaten by Ada earlier; now it was time for her revenge.
*Gurgle gurgle...*
As soon as she finished speaking,
Carla immediately chose to attack. The white viscous liquid beneath her feet flowed out continuously, instantly covering the entire room's floor, and a pungent-smelling white smoke began to drift.
From within these milky-white viscous liquids,
clones that were very similar to Carla in size and appearance slowly began to coalesce. There were many of them; in an instant, over twenty spore clones appeared.
This surprised Javier and the others somewhat.
Although Carla's power didn't seem strong, this ability to summon clones at will was quite troublesome.
Furthermore, clones that could infinitely divide, reproduce, and regenerate were even more of a headache, as there was no effective way to suppress them with standard attacks.
"Ada, Sherry, fall back...!"
"We can't fight her in this narrow room. Let's pull out of this hotel building first and move the battlefield outside."
"Leon, Helena, take Simmons and leave first. We can't let that guy touch that black briefcase over there. If we get one more enemy, it'll be even more trouble."
At this moment,
watching the white spore clones appear one after another, Javier gave orders with great calm. Though Carla's offensive power wasn't high, her human-wave tactics were a nuisance.
Moreover, these viscous white spore liquids were corrosive, making fighting in a confined room very problematic.
Therefore, the best method was to kite her outside to fight; only then could they maximize the weakening of Carla's abilities.
At the same time, it would provide more opportunities to deal with her. After all, the spore division ability was not invincible.
In the original storyline,
Carla's spores could be countered using liquid nitrogen tanks. Under extreme freezing cold, the liquid spores could be instantly frozen solid,
simultaneously reducing the spores' activity.
Finally, they could just be destroyed using explosive weapons.
So, by moving the fight outside the hotel building, they might even find liquid nitrogen tanks to use against Carla. If they stayed in the room, it would be one hundred percent impossible to defeat her.
Meanwhile,
Javier also hurriedly urged Leon and Helena to keep a close eye on Simmons. If Simmons were to also inject the enhanced C-Virus agent,
that would be real trouble.
The spore queen Carla could at most be considered a troublesome support monster, but Simmons' transformer form was a terrifying destructive monster with very strong offensive capabilities.
If both monsters appeared at once,
and they got hit with a husband-and-wife tag team, the difficulty of this instance would skyrocket!
To prevent this situation, Javier specifically told Leon to watch Simmons and absolutely not let him escape in the chaos.
However,
Javier had still underestimated the intelligence of the current spore queen Carla. Although she had turned into a C-Virus bio-monster, because she was a BOSS-level entity,
Carla still possessed the ability to think. She knew exactly what her goal was; she didn't just want to turn herself into a bio-monster, she also wanted Simmons to become one to keep her company.
Therefore, the moment she saw Leon and Helena intending to take Simmons away, Carla did not hesitate.
She immediately controlled her spore clones to rush toward Leon and Helena, intending to snatch back her prey, Simmons!
"Trying to run...?!"
A sharp screech rang out, like the wail of a banshee. As the spore queen, Carla simply waved her hand,
and the nearly twenty spore clones all rushed toward Leon's direction in a frenzy at a decent speed.
Watching a mass of White Zetsu-like "Adas" rushing toward him, Leon didn't know whether he should be excited or terrified.
If it were the real Ada, he might be overjoyed,
but when it was a pack of white, dripping spore Adas... sorry, Leon was a hard pass!
*Bang bang bang bang bang—!!!!*
Without any hesitation,
faced with these spore clones attacking him,
Leon quickly drew his sidearm and fired. Bullets flew and sparks scattered, but ordinary physical attacks were useless against these spore clones.
The bullets passed right through the white viscous liquid, and the resulting holes healed instantly. Then, these spore clones continued to swarm toward Leon as if nothing had happened.
In fact, they only needed to get slightly close to Leon,
and the spore clones' arms would act as if they had eaten the Paramecia-type Gum-Gum Fruit,
rapidly shooting out like a spring-loaded gun. The white fists launched like a slingshot right into Leon's chest.
*Thud—!!!*
The punch landed,
a muffled sound rang out, and Leon couldn't stop himself from flying backward like a ragdoll, his body slamming heavily against the wall.
A metallic sweetness welled up in his throat.
After struggling to get up from the ground, Leon finally had time to look at his chest. His original leather jacket had been mostly corroded away, and white ceramic plates were visible at his chest.
That was the material of his bulletproof vest.
Fortunately, Leon was wearing a bulletproof vest, so the corrosion from the punch just now hadn't touched his skin.
Otherwise...
without the protection of the bulletproof vest,
the outer skin of his chest would likely have been burned and corroded away.
These spore clones were essentially like porcupines covered in quills; though their offensive power wasn't high, the'spikes' all over them were very difficult to handle.
"Leon, are you okay—?!"
Seeing Leon get sent flying by a punch that shot out like rubber, his partner Helena hurriedly called out in concern.
After all, the force of that punch was not small; Leon, a grown man, had been knocked back like a ragdoll. His injuries were surely not light.
However, as a 'bio-human' himself, Leon could still
barely cope with such an offensive. After all, Leon could take a punch from a four or five-meter-tall Tyrant and be fine.
A mere spore clone's fist, even with the Gum-Gum Fruit effect, wasn't too much of a problem; he could barely continue the fight.
But,
because Leon had been knocked away,
Simmons, who was originally being guarded, was completely snatched away by Carla's spore clones. These White Zetsu "Adas" ignored the corrosiveness of the mucus on their bodies
and directly dragged Simmons toward the spore queen Carla.
Even as Simmons' arms were burned and corroded, causing him to let out screams of agony, these spore clones did not stop.
"Simmons, I told you... if you want to live,"
"you must inject these enhanced C-Virus agents just like me. Do you want me to help you, or will you be sensible and do it yourself?"
Watching her spore clones drag the dog-like Simmons before her, the spore queen Carla did not hesitate.
She bent down,
her face, which looked as viscous as sulfuric acid, pressed close to Simmons'. Her sticky, pale hand grabbed Simmons by the throat as she asked in a vicious tone.
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With her hideous white face, looking like it was corroded by sulfuric acid, pressed against Simmons' cheek, Carla threatened him in a vicious tone.
As her corrosive palm squeezed Simmons' neck, a plume of white smoke immediately began to sizzle and hiss.
When Carla let go,
a deep burn mark had appeared on Simmons' neck, the entire area turning bright red, causing him unbearable pain.
*Cough cough cough...*
Clutching his neck,
Simmons began to cough uncontrollably, but even so, he still did not open his mouth to compromise with this banshee Carla.
After all, unless it was absolutely necessary,
Simmons did not want to inject the enhanced C-Virus. If he successfully merged perfectly, it would be fine, but if he failed... and turned into a hideous monster,
it would be very hard for Simmons to accept.
One must remember he was a senior national security advisor for the US Government and the leader of the Family Organization.
These two identities gave him an incredibly noble status.
He could enjoy power above thousands; if possible, who would ever want to turn into a monster?!