Glass as strong as steel twisted under the magnetic field, finally shattering when the stress exceeded its limit.
Alexia waved her hand; blood and a unique substance mingled, igniting a thousand-degree flame that set the lab ablaze.
Eddie had already escorted his wives out of the underground lab to the surface. Even topside, the heat was palpable—sewers seemed to burn. Uroboros Virus lurking there burned like gasoline, igniting at a spark.
Wesker had breached the tower's defenses and met the mutating Neil on the high platform.
Wesker seized the moment before Neil fully transformed, punching him off the 100-meter-high platform.
Etiquette? What etiquette is there with bioweapons? Strike mid-transformation or wait until completion? Only an idiot hesitates.
Eddie was about to drink when a silhouette plummeted, slamming into the floor and leaving a crater.
Blood pooled; the falling face was still-mutating Neil.
Claire gasped, "That's Neil from the Animal Protection Society—what's he doing here?"
Eddie raised an eyebrow, faintly jealous.
Claire giggled, "Jealous, husband? I love only you. No one can exploit my sympathy."
Moira chimed in, "Claire and I, plus Uma and Elsa—your daughters—were shopping. In the City of Romance, suitors hit on us; Neil was one. Your daughters drove him off, though they hit a bit hard."
"Like they're not your daughters," Eddie said proudly.
"Hmph, I wanted a son. Daughters favor their father, forgetting the mother who bore them."
"Take them to the playground. Chat like friends—only then are you a real success."
Moira hinted that unlucky suitors might die. Educated to strike only if provoked, they're worse than the Mafia.
Ada lit a cigarette, pointing at Neil's twitching corpse. "He's still alive—who wants him? If not, I'll finish it."
Facing an emerging monster, Ada wasn't afraid—eager, even. Finding a decent fight is hard.
Claire rolled her wrist. "Let me—I'll finish him myself."
suitors? Sorry—Claire's married. Whoever pursues her, she'll beat down. Today, she wants to kill every suitor, or be floored by Eddie.
Under T-Phobos, the mutated Neil revived rapidly, sanity destroyed. Uroboros Virus wrestled T-Phobos, contorting him like cotton—only his head intact.
Bones shattered and re-knit; muscles ballooned—grotesque.
Dark Uroboros tendrils invaded his right eye; his right arm became a tentacle-wrapped "Kirin arm." Otherwise, he resembled a 3-meter-tall muscleman.
The viral clash warped him into a grotesque yet vaguely human monster.
"Claire, you're beautiful—come, be my wife, forever!" Neil retained memory of her.
Bang! Eddie appeared, pulverizing Neil's teeth and sending the two-ton body fifty meters skyward before it crashed down again.
"I swear, hitting on my wife in front of me—you're dead!" Eddie advanced on the still-struggling figure.
Claire blocked him. "Husband, let me—he disgusts me!
The loyal Claire loathed this kind of flirtation; nothing disgusted her more than a married woman who wouldn't stay faithful, and she detested men who fooled around after marriage. The moment she discovered either, they were instantly booted from her company—no second chances.
Neil's pickup attempt had turned even the good-tempered Claire furious, though she showed none of it.
She whipped out her Electromagnetic Sniper Rifle and fired a single shot through Neil's lower half, blasting the very root of sin to pieces. It was the kind of shot that leaves every man silent.
Chapter 592 – A Raging Claire Is Terrifying
Neil howled and leapt up, only for the teleporting Claire to stamp a stiletto on his skull and slam him back to the ground.
Cranking the rail rifle to max, she pressed the muzzle to his head. "Didn't you want to chase me? Today I'll give you something special to try."
Magnetic energy gathered; the rifle compressed it into white-hot plasma that, searing and more powerful than any laser, vaporised Neil's skull.
His body ruptured, sprouting a mass of pustules. After the host dies, the Uroboros Virus keeps devouring the corpse until it becomes a grotesque, twisted monster.
Claire tossed a Molotov, performed a casual back-flip, and landed beside Eddie. Watching the Uroboros monster burn, her beautiful eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy.
Eddie whispered, "Honey, why are you so fierce today?"
"Was I ever weak?" Claire smiled, mirth sparkling in her eyes.
"You were always strong, but today you're extra cool!" Eddie gave his wife a thumbs-up.
The flames raged; the Uroboros Virus is excellent fuel and ignites easily. Amplifying that weakness makes the creature no trouble at all.
High atop the tower, two hundred metres up, Brandon learned his vessel had been destroyed and went berserk. He didn't know who was responsible, but the secret lab built to withstand a nuke was gone—his vessel and rebirth plan ruined.
Shamed into fury, Brandon leapt down to the container platform. "Wesker, you traitor—you've ruined everything!"
Wesker was still confused; he'd done nothing. "Is Neil your son?"
"Stop feigning ignorance. You destroyed my vessel, so I'll make you my new one—die!" Without another word Brandon activated his Dominant species Plaga; muscles tore and bone swelled.
A chain-mutation followed, finishing as a humanoid creature armoured in bone. His right arm became a constantly whirling bone-saw, his left a bone lance.
What horrified onlookers was that Brandon remained fully conscious; the parasite, having devoured the T-Phobos Virus, had evolved further, supplying ample energy for the transformation.
Wesker frowned, drew the Alberts Gun, and fired several precise shots at unarmoured spots—but achieved nothing.
Brandon's voice brimmed with hatred and glee. "Kill me? You're not worthy!"
The instant he finished, he charged; the lance thrust sent a two-ton instrument flying, to plummet 170 metres.
Wesker signalled, and his men produced a Rocket Launcher for suppressive fire. Others carried gas tanks and flamethrowers, planning to use high-temperature sterilisation to eliminate this unique bioweapon.
Brandon's left lance unfolded into a defensive shield like Krauser's; the bone barrier could withstand most high-yield ordnance.
Boom! The rocket exploded, yet Brandon emerged unscathed, still wearing that chilling grin.
A strange gas wafted by; Brandon vanished. A heartbeat later a bone blade swept through the air—and three heads soared.
Wesker struck in fury, punching the ambushing Brandon back.
Nearly three tonnes of force barely forced Brandon to retreat a short distance.
"Pathetic! Let me show you true power!" Brandon rampaged, smashing the platform. Sturdy support pillars snapped; the tower's upper spire began to topple.
Wesker was furious—this maniac clearly intended to drag them all down with him.
Just then a soldier found a Forklift, started it, and rammed it straight at Brandon.
Brandon used his bone saw to slice the forks clean off, yet the vehicle still ploughed straight toward him.