The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 477, 870, and 871: Wesker's Madness, An Unprecedented Zombie Crisis
"Wesker, are you...aren't you even a little bit afraid that the mission will fail?"

Under the stark white emergency lights, Icosella Johnny's face was as pale as paper, her hands tightly wrapped around her upper body, the tips of her fingers, clenched on the sides of her arms, turning slightly white from the force.

She glanced at the man standing beside her like a mountain, his face always shrouded in sunglasses, swallowed hard, and said with an uncontrollable tremor in her voice:

"Thanks to the information secretly sent from headquarters, we were able to escape before the BSAA arrived... But what if... what if the plan failed? We'd probably face an endless prison life for the rest of our lives, or even the gallows!!"

"fail?"

Albert Wesker slowly turned his head. His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but the curve of his lips was full of extreme contempt and sarcasm, as if he were mocking the woman's ignorance.

"This word has never existed in my dictionary."

Albert Wesker's voice is deep and commanding, especially in moments like these, easily giving off a powerful aura as if proclaiming a divine oracle.

"In a few minutes, the plane will reach the designated airspace—the upper jet stream, the best altitude to release the virus bomb... no, to sow the 'seeds of the new world'."

"At that time, the [Ouroboros Virus] and other pathogens will ride this violent airflow of over 100 meters per second, like the divine lash of the [God of Plague], sweeping across every inch and every corner of this continent in the shortest possible time..."

Albert Wesker's voice carried an almost manic excitement. Perhaps caught up in the moment, he raised his hand and stretched forward. His cold leather glove, with an irresistible force, gripped Icosela Johnny's chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

At that very moment, two points of inhuman, terrifying crimson light suddenly flashed in his pupils behind his sunglasses lenses, a light that even the sunglasses couldn't conceal!

Icosella Johnny was so frightened that her delicate body trembled violently, and she slid weakly to her knees.

Feeling bored, Albert Wesker released his grip, then turned to the row of deadly bombs, slowly spreading his arms as if to embrace the whole world, his impassioned words echoing throughout the cabin.

"A brand new era is about to begin! And I..."

He whirled around, his crimson gaze seeming to pierce through the cabin walls, looking down at the vast, boundless land below, "I will become the sole, supreme creator of this new world!!"

"Even if the African Union is willing to provide military support to the BSAA, so what?"

Albert Wesker let out a disdainful sneer, “In a few hours, their proud army will all become my ‘army of the living dead’!”

"And this land, repeatedly ravaged by ignorance, war and greed, will be purified and usher in its true and eternal 'beauty'."

"By then, all imbalances caused by years of war and resource competition will be completely eradicated, whether it be war, famine, or poverty."

His voice grew louder and louder, “And those ‘fitters’ who survived the selection process… will grovel at my feet and join hands with me… to create a new, peaceful kingdom that belongs only to the strong!”

Just as Albert Wesker was getting into his story, the cockpit's intercom suddenly crackled with the voice of pilot Chris Redfield: "Master, we have reached the designated altitude and are ready to drop bombs."

"very good."

Albert Wesker's eyes shone brightly, turning his sunglasses a deep crimson.

Ignoring the terrified and hesitant Icosella Johnny beside him, he swung his fist without hesitation and slammed it hard against the conspicuous red release button on the bulkhead, which was covered by a protective shield!
boom--! ! !
The protective shield shattered.

Woo-woo-woo-woo!!!
The piercing alarm instantly tore through the roar of the engine!
The entire cabin was engulfed by frantically flashing, dizzying blood-red warning lights!

A heavy metallic scraping sound came from the belly of the aircraft, and the huge hatch at the bottom of the fuselage slowly opened, allowing a violent airflow to rush in instantly, emitting a shrill whistle like a ghost's howl!
The fixed support was unlocked, and five virus missiles, carrying extinction and death, were thrown one after another into the boundless darkness below, pulled by gravity like messengers of the god of plague.

Huhuhu——! ! !
Five precision-guided missiles, after falling for several seconds, suddenly spewed out intense, dazzling flames from their tails, propelling them precisely into the predetermined upper-level jet stream.

The moment it reached the designated airspace, the high-pressure nozzles pre-set in the mid-course phase of the missile suddenly opened!
Large amounts of viscous, eerie yellow-green viral gas, like the venomous breath spewed by a plague troll, were instantly captured, torn apart, and stirred by the violent torrents. They then mixed wildly with dust and water vapor in the upper atmosphere, forming a deadly "plague cloud" that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Then, this turbulent current, carrying the breath of extinction and death, began to spread plague and death silently to every corner of the F Continent at a terrifying speed of over 100 meters per second.

“Ugh…!!!”

"My eyes! They hurt so much!!"

"What happened?! What on earth happened?!"

"God! Save me, I don't want to become a monster... Ugh!!"

Below, inside the secret base of [Trassel Pharmaceuticals], the [SOU] members who were nervously counting evidence and escorting prisoners, along with the local regular army soldiers who were on high alert outside the base providing fire support, became the first lambs to suffer 'divine punishment'.

They were completely unaware that danger was quietly approaching.

One second they were on duty or on guard, and the next second, without warning, large numbers of people collapsed to the ground as if struck by an invisible hammer, screaming and wailing!
The intense pain contorted their faces, and their bodies curled up and convulsed.

Even more terrifying, dark, spiderweb-like blood vessels appeared and spread rapidly from under the skin, covering the entire body at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Reason completely collapsed within seconds, and bloodlust began to dominate everything!
When their scarlet eyes opened again, they let out inhuman roars from their throats!
Within seconds, at least 8% of the people completely lost their minds and turned into bloodthirsty zombies.

Those who were not yet infected, or whose symptoms were slower to appear, were tackled to the ground by their colleagues and comrades who had turned into zombies or infected, who then devoured their flesh and blood.

Sharp teeth tore through the flesh, and scalding blood gushed outwards!

The base, both inside and out, instantly transformed into a living hell!

Painful wails, desperate screams, beast-like roars, and chilling sounds of flesh being torn apart... all converged into a terrifying symphony of death, echoing mournfully across this primitive land.

And this is just the beginning.

In the time that followed, this bloody and horrific scene, like a toppled domino effect, began to unfold in every corner of this vast continent—cities, villages, bases, tribes—and escalated with each passing moment…

In just seventy hours, less than three days!

At least 85% of the countries on the continent have fallen, becoming vast and desperate "corpse empires" shrouded in the zombie virus, with the stench of death permeating every inch of the air.

The once bustling city has become a ghost town, with order completely collapsed, and even the vast plains are filled with bloodthirsty zombies.

United Nations Headquarters, highest-level conference room.

Upon receiving increasingly shocking top-secret intelligence reports from the front lines, all the high-ranking officers turned pale. An immense sense of fear and shock gripped each of them like an invisible hand.

Albert Wesker, that madman, how dare he do this?

Therefore, the UN General Assembly leadership notified world leaders and strictly ordered all news media to report the news, resulting in a global media blackout and a complete information blockade!
We must not allow panic to spread globally before the virus does!

On one hand, he instructed the Security Council to convene, with the highest level of authority, a high-level emergency meeting of all relevant organizations, including the BSAA, S.H.I.E.L.D., PPDC, and all Security Council member states, to determine the fate of humanity.

……

Inside the meeting room, the heavy oak table reflected the cold light from the overhead lamp, and the air seemed to freeze, making it oppressive and suffocating.

"Useless trash, what the hell are you [BSAA] members doing?"

The meeting had barely begun, and before anyone had even had a chance to exchange pleasantries, Alexander Pierce slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang.

He leaned forward like an enraged lion, completely ignoring the astonished or solemn gazes of the other attendees around the round table. His finger almost poked the nose of the BSAA organization leader sitting to his left, and without any regard for politeness, he launched into a tirade of insults:
"The African Union has already provided you with the maximum assistance, practically giving you its entire fortune... and what happened?!"

"How could you manage to botch things like this... Do you even know that those were over two billion living, breathing people?! Because of your incompetence, you bunch of good-for-nothings, they've all turned into those wandering zombies outside!!!"

Alexander Pierce's temples bulged with veins that rose and fell with every word he spoke. His face was ashen, and his eyes were sharp as knives, making him look as if he could devour the bald, middle-aged man in front of him at any moment.

However, no one knew that Alexander Pierce's anger was not because he cared much about the lives of civilians on F Continent.

As the leader of Hydra, he originally planned to use Project Insight to precisely eliminate 'dangerous elements' around the world who might pose a threat to Hydra in the future.

The number of people to be cleared is estimated to be at least over a million.

So even if over two billion people turned into zombies, he wouldn't blink an eye.

After all, the fewer humans remain on Earth, the easier it will be for Hydra to achieve "pure rule" in the future.

However, as the chairman of the Security Council, Alexander Pierce's main responsibility is to maintain international peace and security.

The unprecedented catastrophe currently plaguing [F Continent] is like a huge, scorching hot iron, pressing firmly onto his resume!
He could almost foresee the cold, questioning gaze of the UN's top brass, and that he would likely be pushed forward to bear the enormous responsibility for this crime, and even... he might even lose his position as chairman!

This thought ignited a surge of inexplicable anger in Alexander Pierce.

But what's even more fatal is that the [Insight Project] is now at a critical juncture, just before it's about to be completed.

Those three "Sky Carriers," which embody his ultimate ambitions, will be able to officially take off in a few months at most.

If he were removed from his position as chairman now, it would inevitably have a serious impact on the progress of the "Insight Project," thus putting this grand plan, which he had personally planned and operated for several years, on hold, and all his efforts would be in vain.

This immense fear and frustration instantly ignited his feigned anger, causing him to completely shed his usual calm facade.

That's why Alexander Pierce is so angry right now.

What he needs to do now is to hold onto his position no matter what.

Even if it means doing everything we can, we must shift the blame for this disaster onto someone else!

"This... Mr. Chairman, we... we are truly very sorry!!"

The BSAA leader, a typical middle-aged white man with a large belly and a shiny bald spot, was being verbally abused. His face was ashen, and he wished he could bury his head in the table.

His obese body trembled slightly inside his expensive suit, and large beads of sweat poured from his forehead, forming streams that rolled down his flushed cheeks.

He frantically pulled a crumpled tissue from his pocket and futilely wiped away the cold sweat that seemed to never dry.

His eyes darted away, avoiding Alexander Pierce's fiery gaze. His voice, strained and trembling with tension and fear, weakly tried to defend himself:

“We…we also never expected that things would…would develop to this…uncontrollable point.”

"That madman Albert Wesker... He... He's not even human, how dare he do such a heinous and inhuman thing!"

"He...he deserves to die! I will personally send him to the gallows!!"

Clearly, he was trying to shift all the blame onto Albert Wesker's madness, but his words revealed only insecurity and fear, and even he himself could not convince himself of such an explanation.

(End of this chapter)