The Tyrant...
Fangzheng was very calm when he saw the monster charging at him. He even had the leisure to recall the Tyrant he met when he was playing the game back then.... In any case, he finally saw a familiar face in this godforsaken place other than the zombies.
"Roar!!!"
However, the Tyrant obviously did not have the same sentiments as Fangzheng. It roared and rushed through the corridor like a truck. It swung its huge sharp claws at Fangzheng.
"Clang!!!"
The sharp claws collided with the pitch-black greatsword. Fangzheng swung the greatsword with his right hand and blocked the Tyrant's attack.
Ah.... it didn't even change its attack style. How many times did I get killed by this thing back then?
While blocking the Tyrant's attack, Fangzheng was still in the mood to recall the tragic experience he had when he played games in the arcade hall.
At that time, the arcade hall's photoshop was directly placed on the arcade machine. Although there were memory cards, photoshop was like an internet cafe where money was charged on an hourly basis, so it was basically for public use. This meant that even if you spent a few hours saving today, when you came back the next day, you might find that your save had been overwritten by some unknown bastard.
Therefore, veterans who frequented the arcade hall had basically mastered a speed-through technique. Compared to leisurely playing games only to find that their progress had been reset to zero the next day, it was better to finish the game from start to finish in one go.
That was why when Fangzheng worked in the future, he would find it hilarious when he saw those streamers bragging about speed-through techniques. Back then, any veteran in an arcade hall would know this technique.
After all, if you could not clear the game in one day, your money would be wasted.
It was the same as clearing KOF with a dollar and three in-game coins back in the day. Apart from being talented, one had to work hard and be forced by life — they were so poor that they couldn't afford in-game coins, so they could only maximize the resources they had.
Although there were also freeloaders in mobile games, freeloading and being forced to do so were completely different. After all, freeloading was completely reliant on the hard work. As long as you worked hard enough, you could achieve the same or even better results as the freeloaders. However, the battles in the Arcade Game Hall were even harsher. It required strength, perseverance, and luck.
Strength: the ability to clear the entire game with one game coin.
Perseverance — — must endure challengers and newbies who jump in midway.
Luck — — The luck of not suddenly being whipped back by your mother with a feather duster when you defeat the final boss.
Especially the last one, Fangzheng had seen it many times in the past.
When he faced the final Boss, he revealed a proud smile, intending to kill it with a wave of his hand. But the next moment, he was pulled out of his seat by the ear and shouted, "You bastard, you came here to play games instead of going home. Why don't you look at what time it is? I'll beat you to death …" Then, he was taken away in front of everyone.
Sure enough, people would become nostalgic when they got older.
Perhaps it was because he was in the scene of the game he played when he was young, and the boss in front of him had left a deep impression on him, causing Fangzheng to sink into his memories.
With his current strength, he could kill a mere Tyrant with a flip of his hand. But to confront it and fight with it, it was good to recall the scene of the game when he was young.
Since he had cut off the surveillance system, no one would see him playing games with the Tyrant here.
But then again, this thing is also very nostalgic.
Although he did not pay much attention to it at first, after fighting it, Fangzheng immediately realized that the Tyrant was not as simple as it looked. He even tried to use magic to attack the Tyrant, but he soon realized that the magic he condensed was dispersed before it could even appear.
On one hand, it was because there was no magic in the world of Resident Evil. If it was a superpower, it might be compatible, but complete mystical power was not allowed. On the other hand, the Tyrant had an "anti-magic aura".
Speaking of which, he had met such a guy in the Overworld before.
Looking at the Tyrant in front of him, Fangzheng could not help but recall something that happened a long time ago. At that time, he had just transmigrated to the Overworld and used all means to join the church. Then, he went to carry out a rescue operation as a Saint Paladin. He remembered that the shady organization was … the Death Council. They had awakened the Son of Chaos. It was a tough battle. After all, the Son of Chaos had some kind of aura that could disperse all the power of Order. At that time, everyone else had lost their fighting strength. Only Sheyan, who had learned the Wolf Swordsmanship in the system, managed to fight against the Son of Chaos and barely won.
Hmm … Speaking of which, the timid and cowardly little Astrologer had now become a Grand Astrologer. Fangzheng remembered visiting her when he returned to the Overworld. He remembered that the Kingdom of Saints had specially built a luxurious and huge observatory for her. She had nothing to do in there all day, so she just watched the stars.
… Why do I feel like I'm becoming more and more of a homebody?
Speaking of which, he did not know what the Son of Chaos was back then. But now, Fangzheng was certain that the so-called Son of Chaos was actually a technology that the Goddess of Order used to bind invisible Chaos into a tangible shell using the body of a certain creature, thereby assimilating it and making it invincible.
The Goddess of Space had also told him that the main reason for the mutation of people infected by the virus was the infiltration of the power of Chaos. This was also the reason why these monsters became so strange. But as long as there was a physical restraint, the originally unobservable and untouchable Chaos would be fixed in shape and could be destroyed.
She had also told Fangzheng a "secret" that only she knew.
This virus was originally prepared to allow the civilization of this world to evolve to a higher level, but the Goddess of Space had also left a backdoor. In other words, only "pure" beings of Order could evolve. If there were elements of Chaos in their bodies, the virus would break out, completely kill them, and regain control over them.
Fangzheng now had some understanding of the Order race. He knew that whether it was the eccentric Goddess of Order or the seemingly gentle and kind Goddess of Space, they were essentially members of the Order race. Their ideals were, of course, very similar. In short, Chaos was the greatest enemy, an existence that must be destroyed at all costs.
At least, that was what they all thought at the beginning.
The Goddess of Order had done a lot of experiments for this. Many of the worlds that Fangzheng had transmigrated to were the products of her experiments. It seemed that the Goddess of Space was the same.
But … judging from the current situation, the situation in this world was really not that good.
Looking at the Tyrant in front of him, Fangzheng sighed and once again blocked its attack with his sword.
According to the Goddess of Space, this virus would only have a fatal reaction to Chaos, but everyone in this world would be infected by the virus, which meant that everyone in this world was more or less affected by Chaos ….
Maybe he should go back and talk to the Goddess of Space about this problem and see if she could improve on it.
With that thought in mind, Fangzheng retracted his attention and looked at the Tyrant in front of him.
Forget it, enough of nostalgia. Let's stop here.
"Roar —!!!"
The Tyrant didn't seem to notice the change in Fangzheng's mentality at all. It still roared and swung its claws. Fangzheng turned his sword and easily blocked its attack. Then, he swung his sword backhandedly. The next moment, the Tyrant's head fell to the ground like a ball. Its heavy body also fell heavily to the ground, lifeless.
"Phew …."
Looking at the Tyrant's corpse on the ground, Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief. He swung his sword and looked at the sky not far away.
It's almost time for the final moment.
"Rumble …."
The helicopter passed through the forest and moved deeper into the forest.
Sitting in the helicopter, Wesker looked calm on the surface, but deep down, he was a little uneasy. Just as he expected, not long after Team B disappeared, Team A received the order to move out. But when Wesker contacted William, William told him that the surveillance system of the mansion had been destroyed.
"Maybe those damn zombies accidentally broke it."
Although William didn't think it was a big deal, Wesker felt that something was wrong. Even so, he still followed the plan and led everyone to the forest.
"Hey, look over there!"
Soon, the group found Team B's anti-helicopter that had crashed on the ground, and everyone quickly landed nearby and began to search quickly.
Of course, there was no one on the helicopter.
"Everyone, spread out and search."
Wesker silently gave the order. Then, according to the plan, he led a few of his subordinates in the direction of the mansion.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to hear their companions' cries for help through the radio.
"Oh no, there's a monster here, damn it!!"
"Bang bang bang!!!"
Along with the cries from the radio, a series of gunshots rang out. Then, everything returned to normal. At the same time, Wesker and two of his subordinates dodged the attacks of the zombie dogs and "led" them to the mansion.
The whole mansion was still silent. Wesker looked around and didn't find anything strange. He let out a sigh of relief, then looked at his teammate, Chris.
"Chris, go check the situation over there. Jill and I will be in charge of preparing here."
"Okay.
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Hearing Wesker's words, Chris didn't suspect anything. He nodded and walked into another door not far away. At the same time, Wesker quietly approached Jill, who had his back to him and was observing the surroundings. He reached out his hand and took out a syringe, about to shoot Jill …
"Bang!!"
Suddenly, accompanied by a gunshot, the syringe in Wesker's hand was instantly knocked out. He raised his head and saw that on the second floor, Team B's captain, Enrique, and his teammates had their weapons raised and were aiming at him.
"Hands up, Wesker, your plot has been exposed!"
"…"
Looking at the people in front of him and the guns in their hands, Wesker was dumbfounded.
What's going on?
Why are they here?
What the hell is William doing?
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