Chapter Twenty: Second Form Test

In the Resident Evil universe, the Tyrant in its second form, under Wesker's command, launched an assault on the other two Tyrants. The second-form Tyrant’s razor-sharp claws easily tore through the black trench coat and the steel-like muscles of one of the other Tyrants. In the very next instant, black blood seeped from the wound, but before it could drip to the ground, the injury rapidly healed.

The attacked Tyrant quickly retaliated, its powerful fist slamming hard into the second-form Tyrant, producing a heavy, muffled thud. Merely hearing that punch was enough to tell how devastating it was—had it landed on an ordinary human, they would have been reduced to a bloody pulp in an instant. Yet, the blow on the second-form Tyrant was hardly more than a tickle; it stood unmoved. Instantly, its sharp claws seized the smooth, bald head of the dazed Tyrant before it.

The captive Tyrant began to struggle, its expression of apathy twisting into rage as it tried frantically to break free from the second-form Tyrant’s grip. But no matter how fiercely it fought, it could not budge even a single finger. The second-form Tyrant’s claws tightened relentlessly, and black blood started to flow from the bald Tyrant’s head. Its struggles grew more intense, fear and agony etching themselves onto its face.

With a sickening crack, the Tyrant’s head was crushed completely, and its frantic limbs fell limply. The second-form Tyrant discarded the corpse casually to the side, the massive body rolling a few times before coming to a halt. Black blood continued to spurt from the neck, staining the once yellow earth a tarry black.

Without pause, the second-form Tyrant fixed its gaze on the remaining foe and charged without warning. Its powerful legs unleashed explosive speed and force, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon the other Tyrant. Without hesitation, it swung a whip-like kick at the Tyrant’s head. The speed was too great; the Tyrant could only raise its right arm in a desperate attempt to block the blow.

A dull thud and a sharp crack resounded as the second-form Tyrant’s kick sent its opponent flying. The blocking right arm bent at a grotesque, bone-chilling angle, white bone jutting out and slick with black blood. Yet, the battered Tyrant seemed unfazed, tearing off its broken arm and wielding it like a bone spike. From the writhing wound, several thick, sticky tendrils quickly sprouted and waved in the air.

The dismembered Tyrant did not discard its severed limb but gripped it as a makeshift weapon. As the second-form Tyrant readied itself, it charged the dismembered adversary. The latter immediately rose and lashed out with its newly grown tentacles, managing to briefly entangle the second-form Tyrant, though only for a moment.

In the next instant, the second-form Tyrant’s claws sliced through the tentacles as if they were nothing. The severed appendages writhed with a life of their own and began to regenerate. But by then, the second-form Tyrant was already upon its foe, its massive fist swinging with such speed that it seemed to detonate the air. With a thunderous crash, the dismembered Tyrant was sent flying, but not before it managed to drive its severed arm into the second-form Tyrant’s eye.

A huge dent appeared in the dismembered Tyrant’s chest, broken ribs protruding grotesquely. Yet, it remained unconcerned, pulling out the broken bones and wielding them as new weapons. Meanwhile, fresh tentacles sprouted from its right shoulder. Seizing the moment as the second-form Tyrant removed the impaled limb from its eye, the dismembered Tyrant charged.

Attempting to strike back, the second-form Tyrant was ensnared by the newly grown tentacles. Taking advantage, the dismembered Tyrant drove a rib bone into the remaining eye, blinding its foe completely. The second-form Tyrant immediately wrapped its arms around the dismembered one, crushing it with relentless force, as if trying to snap it in half.

With each squeeze, the sound of breaking bones echoed from the dismembered Tyrant’s waist and chest. Its internal organs were punctured by shattered bones, and under the crushing embrace, were ground to pulp. Black blood oozed from its facial orifices, painting a horrifying picture.

Yet, the dismembered Tyrant did not submit. It pulled the rib bone from the second-form Tyrant’s eye and stabbed repeatedly, but the bone was too short to reach the brain, especially as the second-form Tyrant twisted to avoid fatal injury. All it could do was hammer the bone against the Tyrant’s skull—and with one such blow, the control chip lodged within the brain was smashed.

“Report: Tyrant One has lost control, likely due to damage to the cerebral control chip!” Within the Japanese Hive, the Red Queen suddenly appeared on a static-filled monitor, reporting to Wesker, who was watching the scene with relish.

Seated comfortably, Wesker sighed lightly and said, “Recover Tyrant One. It will make a most excellent test subject.”

“Recovery team dispatched. Satellite authorization required to pinpoint its location,” the Red Queen responded.

“Authorization granted,” Wesker replied coolly.

Meanwhile, with new weapons at their disposal, Wang Jing and his team re-entered the Resident Evil universe. The newly tested 30mm autocannon was mounted on their off-road vehicle, with Wang Lei in charge of aiming and firing.

Upon returning, they were greeted by the gruesome sight of the Tyrant corpses: one with its head crushed to pulp, the other severed at the waist, its upper body smashed to a bloody mess and barely recognizable.

“What on earth happened here?” Li Yiyi asked, shocked by the carnage before them.

“Whatever it was, we need to leave—now!” Li Xian urged.

Liu Peiqiang, at the wheel, floored the accelerator. The off-roader, powered by a robust electric motor, kicked up clouds of sand and dust as it roared away.