That was why Alexia had intended to make herself the queen of the human world, to lead these foolish creatures.
But now, the appearance of Lisa had shattered her arrogant mindset, and she had been crushed in terms of strength; a rustic village girl had outclassed her, a pampered young lady.
This was a huge blow to Alexia. At the same time, Lisa was also the first of her kind that Alexia had ever encountered—a lifeform possessing the same high-level life energy.
Then came the second, Javier, a human she could have crushed with a flick of her finger, but who had subsequently relied on the power of the virus to gradually surpass her. This, too, was something Alexia could not accept.
Finally, the third was Wesker, a damned defeated opponent who had ultimately humiliated her severely by relying on the new ouroboros virus. This was the final straw for Alexia.
The power she was so proud of was being gradually surpassed and overtaken by others. It turned out she wasn't special at all; it turned out there were people more powerful than her. She was not qualified to be the ruler of the world at all. So, gradually,
Alexia had abandoned her former extreme ideas. Furthermore, the companionship of two of her own kind, Lisa and Javier, had allowed Alexia to feel a longing for life.
After all, she possessed human genes, and gregariousness was inevitable. Having found companions to live with, Alexia had lost her former wild ambitions.
Therefore, the surveillance of Alexia could be temporarily eased; this could be considered the journey of Alexia's redemption and transformation...!
One month later—outside a village in a certain part of Eastern Europe, on a nameless mountain path. The roadside was riddled with potholes and overgrown with weeds. The sky was dim, and white clouds rolled over the distant mountains.
A drizzling rain mixed with light snow drifted slowly onto the ground. The weather had changed abruptly, bringing biting cold winds while covering the black earth in a thin layer of Pristine. Winter had arrived.
This left the already desolate road without a single shadow of a living thing. Across the entire wasteland and valley, only a single horse-drawn carriage was moving along at a leisurely pace.
The carriage was large but very primitive. The wooden wheels crushed into the water-filled potholes, kicking up mud and water from time to time, making a constant "creak, creak" sound on the road.
There was no rain cover; it was a traditional cart. Several wooden crates and wine barrels were loaded in the back, which served as the cargo being transported.
At the front, two date-red horses were slowly pulling the cargo, but as the rain and snow fell, the already exhausted horses slowed down even further.
The driver of the carriage was a mysterious man wearing a long black trench coat and a hat, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Holding the reins and looking at the wasteland valley not far ahead, he immediately furrowed his brows.
"Whoa...!"
"According to the address, it should be around here. Why haven't I seen any sign of people after traveling for so long?"
The man in black pulled on the reins, signaling the horses to rest for a while.
He then slowly stepped off the carriage and took out a yellowed parchment map to look at it, finally unable to help but mutter in a puzzled tone.
This attire and scenery gave one the faint feeling of having entered the Middle Ages, but in reality, it was the twenty-first century. It was just that this small village in Eastern Europe was very difficult to find.
Coupled with the complex terrain, it was difficult for regular motor vehicles to enter, which was why he had purchased two horses to help with the journey.
And this man in black was none other than our protagonist, Javier Li.
After completing the initial fusion of the T-Veronica Virus with Alexia's help, Javier had set off alone for Eastern Europe.
After making many inquiries, he finally found a few clues near the border of Romania in Eastern Europe. Relying on the guidance of the locals, he purchased two horses and a carriage, and then set off on the road to find the village from Resident Evil Village.
This was already Javier's third day on the road. After wandering in this godforsaken valley for three days, Javier still had not found any trace of the village.
This couldn't help but make Javier start to suspect whether the village from Resident Evil Village truly existed.
And the purpose of his trip was naturally very simple: to obtain the power of the mold and the Mold Lord, to piece together the final puzzle of his immortality plan.
As for this flashy hunter attire with the black trench coat, it was also intentional on Javier's part—a Vampire hunter... Van Helsing, indeed!
A classic cosplay outfit. He remembered last time it was Vergil, but this time he had switched to Van Helsing. After all, he was about to face the village from Resident Evil Village; Van Helsing's Vampire hunter attire was the most fitting.
The large black trench coat, black hunter hat, and leather boots were incredibly cool and full of mystery. Javier was very satisfied with his style; after all, the castle style of the village also matched this Middle Ages attire very well.
And in order to better fit the role of Van Helsing, Javier had specifically brought along a few weapons.
A mechanical crossbow, two revolvers, the Colt M1873, also known as the Peacemaker, which was the most typical revolver in Western cowboy movies. It was also the old-fashioned single-action type, the kind where you could only open one slot to insert bullets one by one and remove them one by one—very troublesome, but also very classic.
Of course, the familiar spinning throwing blades and the demon-repelling holy flame Winchester M1887 shotgun were also indispensable. The old-fashioned lever-action shotgun, with its cool reloading style, was one of the essential classic firearms in Western fantasy stories. These weapons were not very powerful, and Javier didn't need them to be, but they were essential accessories to complete his style.
"Forget it, I'll try traveling for one more day. I don't know if Ethan has already been thrown into the village according to the timeline. If I arrive late, that would be troublesome."
"So I have to hurry. I'll just have to keep putting you through this, old horse. Hurry up and eat more so we can get on the road...!"
After studying the parchment map for a long time and finding no difference, Javier could only sigh helplessly and prepare to continue the journey.
He took a light blanket from the carriage and covered the two horses to help shield them from the rain and snow. Then, Javier took out seven or eight carrots and eggs to supplement the horses' food before waving the reins to continue the journey.
"Giddy-up...!"
With a low shout, the man and the carriage continued forward on the muddy road. Javier's hope was to reach the village before dark.
There was about four hours left until dark; otherwise, he would have to spend the night in the wilderness again. With all this rain and snow, although he wasn't afraid of the cold, being soaked was very troublesome.
It seemed that heaven rewards the diligent. He didn't know how much longer he had been traveling, but as the snow on the ground increased, the valley became more undulating, and there were more and more dead trees.
Finally, after reaching a hillside at the top, the carriage Javier was driving finally caught sight of a Middle Ages castle surrounded and covered by layers of valleys not far away, as well as scattered villages gathered in the middle of the valley. It was very similar to the Wolfs Valley village in Spain; both were low-lying basins.
This kind of environment, besides the disadvantage of accumulating floodwater, was basically very safe. Surrounded by mountains on all sides, it was hard to be discovered. If it were the Middle Ages, it would be a proper utopia, and that Middle Ages castle was the proof of the village's identity.
After all, the territory of Alcina Dimitrescu, one of the four noble houses, was a Middle Ages castle.
And our Tall Lady was the only one among the four noble houses whose ancestors were nobles. It was just that after World War II, Lady Dimitrescu's noble status was stripped away.
Leaving only this Middle Ages castle as an inheritance. Having experienced failure and lost her livelihood, Lady Dimitrescu returned to this remote village to inherit her family business, and at the same time, she met Mother Miranda...!
Volume 10: Resident Evil Village, Revenge: Chapter 3: The Tall Lady
Alcina Dimitrescu—she was once a descendant of a fallen nobility before World War II. Her family history suffered from a special hereditary blood disease, which was Porphyria, also known as hematoporphyria. It is a group of porphyria metabolic disorders caused by the lack of a certain enzyme or reduced enzyme activity in the heme synthesis pathway.
It can be a congenital disease or can appear later in life. The main clinical symptoms include photosensitivity, digestive system symptoms, and neuropsychiatric symptoms. At the same time, sufferers will have unstable emotions, are prone to violent impulses, and have pale skin, photophobia, and so on.
This was the disease defined by early Western medicine and science for Vampires. Western medicine and science did not allow for the existence of fantasy creatures like Vampires. To ensure the correctness of scientific atheism, they explained the so-called Vampire as a more reasonable disease. Gradually, the so-called Vampire was also defined by most people as a Porphyria patient, because their symptoms were indeed very similar to those of a Vampire.
Lady Dimitrescu's family was originally one of the four founders of the village and was also one of the four noble houses in the true sense. However, Lady Dimitrescu herself lived abroad for many years. When she was young, she even debuted abroad as a jazz singer under the stage name "Miss D." The band she once collaborated with was called "Pallboys."
After World War II and the abolition of the nobility, Alcina returned to this land. Alcina was the last heir to the castle...
In the 1950s, when she was in her forties, Lady Dimitrescu suffered from the painful torture of Porphyria. Just when she thought she would spend the rest of her life in such pain, she unexpectedly met the renowned Mother Miranda. Having heard that Mother Miranda's medical skills could cure all diseases, Lady Dimitrescu went to visit Mother Miranda.
After injecting the drug called "the gift," the pain of Porphyria indeed disappeared, and Lady Dimitrescu became Mother Miranda's most loyal and fanatical follower, even calling her Mother.
And the "the gift" drug also granted Lady Dimitrescu superhuman strength. Her appearance stopped aging at the age of forty-something. Her strength and regenerative ability were greatly improved, and her body even grew to 3.9 meters, making her a proper giantess, much taller than the two-plus meters of a regular T-103 Tyrant. Her nails had the ability to extend and turn into sickles.
And in order to maintain her superhuman strength and ageless power, Lady Dimitrescu needed to regularly consume human blood to sustain it. She often mixed this blood into wine to consume.
Consequently, Lady Dimitrescu, who had considerable prestige and assets in the area, made a deal with a human trafficker named Rednico to purchase wandering orphans from outside to serve as blood food for her. In order to make her wine even more delicious, the obsessed Lady Dimitrescu even collected the blood of virgin girls for brewing, and thus kidnapped more girls into the castle.
And among them, the famous Karl Heisenberg, one of the future four noble houses of the village and the owner of the zombie Iron Factory, was kidnapped into the castle by Lady Dimitrescu at this very moment.
Lady Dimitrescu saw that Karl Heisenberg was a boy and did not fit the blood she needed for brewing her fine wine. In addition, when Karl Heisenberg showed intelligence to avoid being killed after being kidnapped, Mother Miranda took a liking to him and needed a research assistant. Lady Dimitrescu then conveniently handed him over to Mother Miranda.
And the reason for Karl Heisenberg's hostility toward Mother Miranda and his hatred for Lady Dimitrescu stemmed from this grudge. After all, no normal person would like two vicious women who kidnapped them to this godforsaken village. Among them,