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

Chapters 486, 888, and 889: Total Annihilation, the Terrifying Tentacle Aggregate

"My God, what... what the hell are these things?!"

A member of the Rangers looked at his empty M249 ammunition belt, his trembling voice filled with despair and collapse.

Meanwhile, a member of the Military Police Special Service (GIGN) next to him seemed unwilling to give up. He grabbed an AT4 anti-tank rocket launcher from behind his back, aimed at the main tentacle that was twisting and sweeping towards him as thick as a bucket, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Rumble——! ! !
The rocket hit its target precisely, and the flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed the tip of the tentacle.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the hearts of the surrounding soldiers sank to the bottom—although the tip of the tentacle was charred black and mangled, the main body had only retreated a few meters.

Furthermore, at the charred break, countless tiny granulation tissues were wriggling wildly, re-weaving and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than ten seconds, a hideous new tentacle had already taken shape and, filled with intense killing intent, lunged at the soldiers once again.

"High-temperature weapons... their weakness is their vulnerability to high temperatures. Quickly use flamethrowers, white phosphorus bombs, and incendiary bombs!!"

Carlos, who witnessed this scene from afar, was furious and screamed at the top of his lungs into the walkie-talkie.

Just minutes earlier, he had witnessed a soldier get his ankle wrapped by a tentacle, and the soldier's screams lasted for less than five seconds before abruptly stopping.

His body was as if it had been thrown into strong acid, rapidly dissolving and shrinking in the corrosive mucus secreted by the tentacles... until finally being greedily absorbed by those dark red tentacles as nourishment and energy.

Even more terrifyingly, after absorbing the soldier as 'nutrients', the tentacle began to expand and split at an alarming rate, leaving behind a pool of wriggling residue composed of mucus and some undigested bones, clothing, and other 'impurities'.

The expanded tentacles began to frantically absorb the scattered fragments of corpses around them, and under the horrified gazes of the soldiers, they rapidly expanded and grew taller like an inflating balloon.

The mucus on the surface gradually hardens and bulges, forming more and thicker snake-like tentacles...

In just a few minutes, a disgustingly large aggregate, at least ten meters tall and constantly waving more than a dozen huge tentacles, formed by the "fusion" of dozens or even hundreds of soldiers' corpses and organic remains, suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

Although it did not have obvious mouthparts, everyone felt a silent roar emanating from it—or rather, a low-frequency vibration would be a more accurate description.

Dozens of enormous tentacles, with unstoppable force, wantonly crushed the panicked soldiers around them.

"Fire in the hole! White phosphorus bombs are coming..."

A soldier from the BSAA roared as he hurled an M34 white phosphorus grenade at the 'newborn' tentacle aggregate.

Sizzle—!!!
A blinding white light suddenly erupted, and the temperature in the area where the grenade exploded instantly soared to over a thousand degrees.

With the help of the thickener, a large amount of white phosphorus adhered to the surface of the tentacle polymer and burned violently, emitting a terrifying sizzling sound and a suffocating stench.

Roar--

The giant let out a silent, painful howl, its body scorched with large, blackened pits, and its waving tentacles became noticeably sluggish.

Not far away, a soldier equipped with an M9A1-7 backpack flamethrower seized the brief opportunity, leaped forward a few steps, and pulled the trigger without hesitation once he was within firing range.

call--

A blazing fire dragon roared out, instantly engulfing the tentacle aggregate opposite. The tentacles visibly withered and died, then turned to ashes.

It is obvious that intense heat has a remarkable effect on this particular type of infected tissue!
"It works, high temperatures really work..."

The soldiers cheered with joy, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope. They concentrated their firepower, hurling their limited white phosphorus grenades, incendiary bombs, and flamethrowers at the tentacles and the giant tentacle aggregate.

However, they seem to have forgotten that they don't have enough of these unconventional weapons.

So... the glimmer of hope is fleeting!
"Sir, ammunition...high-temperature ammunition is running low!!"

"Me too, the flamethrower only has enough fuel for the last shot!"

"Damn it, cover me, I need to reload..."

Desperate cries rose and fell once again.

While high-temperature weapons are remarkably effective against these mutants of the Ouroboros virus, their depletion rate is simply too rapid, and their range and duration are far inferior to those of conventional firearms.

The number of Ouroboros virus mutants around them seemed endless.

More and more tentacles emerged from the ground, and more and more soldiers were silently dragged into the ground, where they were absorbed and transformed... quickly becoming new, terrifying aggregates of tentacles in various shapes.

The battlefield quickly devolved into a one-sided, bloody, and bizarre massacre.

Advanced individual weapons, which human civilization is proud of, became useless sticks in this war. Tactical coordination, which was once a source of pride, was so fragmented and laughable in the face of absolutely bizarre forces.

The wails, explosions, crackling flames, and the sickening squelching of slime and the crushing of bones... all intertwined to create a dirge that sounded like hell.

The battle began abruptly and ended even more bizarrely.

In less than half an hour.

As the flames in the last flamethrower went out and the light from the last white phosphorus grenade explosion faded, the gunfire also ceased completely.

In the valley, only countless dark red tentacles remained, their slimy creaking slowly writhing amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The enormous, silent, and despairing shadows cast by the distorted and terrifying aggregates of tentacles, formed by the "fusion" of human warriors, lay in the moonlight.

Nearly three thousand soldiers from various elite units, along with their courage, equipment, and lives, were completely swallowed up by this cursed land... not one survived!
[Securities Security Council Emergency Operations Meeting Room]

On the huge screen, the last footage captured by a high-altitude drone froze—a thick, dark red tentacle wrapped up the wreckage of a crashed Black Hawk helicopter and crushed it as easily as if it were a toy.

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the air was as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

"Three thousand men... those are three thousand of the best soldiers, in less than an hour..."

A representative from a Nordic country spoke with a hoarse voice, his lips trembling unconsciously. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, horror, and deep sorrow.

Bang……!!!
A hot-tempered Eastern European delegate slammed his fist on the heavy solid wood conference table, making his water glass vibrate. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, and he practically roared, "Disgrace! This is blatant slaughter... Mr. Chairman!!"

He turned sharply to Alexander Pierce, who was seated at the head of the table, his voice shrill with extreme anger:
"Now that the vast majority of civilians have been successfully rescued, there's nothing to worry about near that base!"

"Therefore... I propose, immediately, right now, launch the H-bomb and wipe Albert Wesker and his damned monster lair, along with that contaminated land, completely off the face of the earth... level it to the ground!!"

"I second the motion!"

Another representative from Western Europe immediately voiced his support, his face filled with disgust and fear, as if the grotesque image of the tentacles was still haunting him.

“Those damn tentacles…they are creatures we can’t understand at all.”

"They should be demons... conventional weapons? Humph! What we just saw is the result."

"Sending more people in would only be suicide, just providing 'nourishment' for those monsters."

“When we discovered that Albert Wesker was hiding there, we should have decisively used the ultimate means.”

"Our hesitation and mercy at that time cost us three thousand lives, an outcome that is hard to accept..."

He waved his arms excitedly, spitting almost onto the faces of the surrounding representatives.

"Yes, Chairman Pierce, we can't hesitate any longer."

A representative from East Asia, his face filled with grief and urgency, said, "We must give an explanation to those fallen soldiers, and an explanation to their families!!"

"We absolutely cannot allow our people to sacrifice themselves on that land in vain again... Now, the H-bomb is the only way to completely purify that place and end Albert Wesker's atrocities!!"

His words immediately drew murmurs of agreement and seconding from those around him.

After witnessing the battle firsthand, the entire conference room was filled with a restless atmosphere of grief, indignation, and a strong desire for revenge.

Alexander Pierce placed his hands on the table, his fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.

He maintained his usual composure, but the tightly pursed corners of his mouth and the fleeting shadow in the depths of his eyes betrayed his inner tension.

He raised his hand and made a downward pressing motion. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of pressure, instantly silencing the noisy discussions in the meeting room.

"Everyone, please calm down."

Alexander Pierce's voice was somewhat calm, carrying a soothing power, yet also revealing an unquestionable authority.

"I understand your anger and your burning desire for revenge..."

"Actually, like everyone else, I feel incredibly heartbroken for the fallen heroes, but..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharpening, "Please believe me, if we could have killed that damned bastard Albert Wesker by dropping H-bombs, I would have given the order long ago!!"

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the puzzled and dissatisfied faces of each representative present, before continuing:
"The problem is that the underground secret base where Albert Wesker is based is far more fortified than we imagined... according to our most detailed technical assessment report from S.H.I.E.L.D."

As Alexander Pierce spoke, he gestured to his assistant to perform an operation, displaying a base structure diagram labeled 'S.H.I.E.L.D. Classified File' on the large screen.

"This base was originally a hardened arsenal secretly built by the local military during the Cold War to store intermediate-range ballistic missiles and nuclear warheads..."

"From the very beginning of its construction, the designers considered its survivability in extreme environments to cope with the most intense strategic bombing, or even nuclear strikes..."

Alexander Pierce nodded to his assistant again, who quickly operated the computer, switching between images on the large screen to retrieve the 3D structural diagram of the bunker where Albert Wesker was located.

The 3D images clearly show the core area buried deep underground, with a structure resembling a giant steel egg.

"The theoretical maximum detonation depth of the H-bomb is only about 30 to 40 meters in hard rock strata."

"Albert Wesker's core area is located nearly 50 meters underground, and is further reinforced with high-strength concrete walls."

Alexander Pierce raised his hand to rub his temples, and said with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "So, even if we use high-yield airburst or groundburst H bombs... the shock wave, thermal radiation and early H radiation generated by the explosion will be mostly absorbed and attenuated by this fifty-meter-thick layer of soil and the high-strength concrete outer wall of the base."

"The shockwave that actually reaches the core area is less than one-tenth of its original power, and the high temperature and radiation will be blocked by layers of barriers..."

"According to the assessment of weapons experts, there is at least a 90% chance that personnel and key equipment in the core area will survive the nuclear explosion."

"Furthermore, if Albert Wesker isn't killed in the explosion, we'll have to consider whether he'll choose a desperate, all-or-nothing approach... For example, secretly carrying the [Ouroboros Virus] and infiltrating another country when we let our guard down, then launching further biological attacks in secret!!"

Alexander Pierce's meaning was quite clear.

If using the 'H' round doesn't kill in one shot, then if Albert Wesker escapes to other countries and causes trouble, that's none of my business.

"Ah this..."

Alexander Pierce's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads, instantly silencing the previously indignant group of representatives.

An inexplicable sense of frustration and fear of being unable to control the situation hung over the entire conference room like a dark cloud.

The Eastern European representative who had previously proposed using the H-bomb sat back down in his chair, looking dejected and utterly defeated.

Damn it, is there really no way to deal with that scumbag Albert Wesker who's hiding underground?

Should we continue to let him do whatever he wants?

silence……

The suffocating silence lasted for more than ten seconds.

Suddenly, a representative from a Middle Eastern country, as if a drowning person had grasped at a straw, abruptly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Thaddeus Ross, the U.S. Secretary of State, who remained seated in the back row, his expression unchanged yet maintaining a composed demeanor!

(End of this chapter)