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

Chapters 492, 900, and 901: Li Sanguang VS Ke Ni Si (Part 2)
Roar--! ! !
The two chased each other for an unknown amount of time until the sun began to sink below the horizon and the light in the forest gradually dimmed.

With his eyes bloodshot, Chris Redfield seemed to have grown tired of the tedious fight and abruptly stopped in his tracks, ceasing his pursuit.

He stood there, angrily raising his head, which was as angular as a granite sculpture, and let out a terrifying roar that was earth-shattering, filled with endless rage and a kind of primal summons, towards the dim yellow sky that was fragmented by the tree canopy above.

The sound waves were almost tangible, causing the leaves around them to fall in a rustling sound, and Lyon in front felt even the air tremble slightly.

The roar successfully pierced through the dense forest and carried far into the distance.

"Huff...huff...what's wrong? You can't keep up anymore? Are you tired?"

Lyon also took the opportunity to stop, leaning against the trunk of a giant tree that would take three people to encircle, breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a broken bellows.

Large beads of sweat had already blurred his vision, and his whole body was covered in mud, grass clippings, and bloodstains from being scratched by thorns.

He wiped the sweat and blood from his face, forcing a tired but still defiant smile, trying to provoke the other person further with words:
"Looks like your stamina has declined quite a bit in the years you've been hanging out with Wesker? I can still play with you like this all day... Hmm?!!"

His words stopped abruptly.

For, before the echoes of Chris Redfield’s roar had completely faded, from the depths of the forest—no, from all directions and even further—as if countless beings were responding to the call of their king, came a series of low, guttural howls, like those of hellish demons.

Woo-hoo—

ho ho-

The sounds grew louder and clearer as they approached from afar, their numbers increasing and their clarity deepening... carrying a chilling hunger and madness.

"Hey, Chris?!"

Lyon's smile froze instantly, his lips twitched uncontrollably, and for the first time, genuine horror appeared in his eyes. He exclaimed in a trembling voice:

"You fucking...you didn't just turn on your mic and call for backup because you couldn't catch me, did you?!"

"That's a bit unsportsmanlike... You've really picked up bad habits from that bastard Wesker."

A bitter smile appeared on Leon's face, but he didn't hesitate to draw his modified Sentinel No. 9 pistol from his waist. The cold metallic touch immediately brought him a tiny sense of security.

Sure enough, his premonition soon turned into a cruel reality.

Before long, shadowy, contorted figures began to emerge from the dim depths of the forest, from the gaps in the bushes, and from the direction of the dirt road they had come from.

Most of them still maintain a roughly human shape, wearing tattered clothes, but a key part of their body—such as the head, arms, chest, or even the lower body—has been transformed into clumps of frantically writhing, entangled, and dripping mucus tentacles by the [Ouroboros Virus].

These tentacles waved autonomously as if they were alive, searching for any sign of vibrant life.

They were all subordinate servants summoned by Chris Redfield's roar, which was filled with 'viral pheromones'.

However, the 'universal vaccine' is ineffective against infected individuals whose bodies have undergone irreversible mutations.

Bang bang bang——!!!
Bang bang bang——!!!
Without the slightest hesitation, Lyon pulled the trigger, and the gun spewed out a dazzling burst of flames.

The 9mm Parabellum rounds were precisely aimed at the infected who were at the forefront and had the most terrifying appearance.

When the bullets hit the tentacles, they made a muffled "plop" sound, and the slime splattered, which could temporarily hinder their movement and even break off a few smaller tentacles.

When it hits an infected person who still has a human head, the exploding head can instantly paralyze them, temporarily rendering them unable to move.

But more infected people kept pouring in from all directions toward him.

These infected individuals feel no pain, no fear; they possess only a cruel instinct to devour all living organisms.

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Leon's carefully planned escape route, intended to stall Chris, was completely disrupted by the intruding infected.

His space for maneuver was constantly being compressed, forcing him to dodge and shoot in an extremely confined area.

Not only do they have to be constantly on guard against those deadly tentacles with barbs and suckers that come from tricky angles, but they also have to keep an eye on Chris's massive, imposing figure that is like a ferocious beast starting up again.

Perhaps fueled by anger, the ground trembled slightly with each of Chris Redfield's large stomps.

His scarlet eyes remained fixed on Leon, as if he were watching his prey's final struggle before death.

"Damn it, I should have asked Commander Mark for a [COVID-free] to accompany me..."

Lyon now has a rather helpless feeling of 'I'm suffering inside, but I can't say it'.

Chris, oh Chris, this time I've really gone to great lengths to help you!!

Cold sweat mixed with blood flowed into Leon's right eye, blurring his vision on the right side.

He stumbled, rolling sideways and forward in a disheveled manner to dodge a thick tentacle that swept across him. At the same time, he raised his hand and fired two shots, knocking backward a half-headed infected that lunged at him from the side.

But in that instant when his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet emerged, a terrifying shadow loomed over him.

It's Chris!

He seized upon the brief opening Lyon made while trying to avoid the tentacles.

The massive, mountain-like body lunged forward with an overwhelming force, its enormous fist, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, slamming down with devastating wind pressure towards the back of Lyon's head, which was exposed as he rolled over.

The speed, the timing, and the angle were all so perfect that Lyon had no way to avoid it!

Finished!

This time it's Barbie Q!!

Lyon's pupils contracted sharply; he could even feel the illusory stinging pain from his fist tearing through the air.

The shadow of death has never been so clear.

However, just as that fist, the size of a rice cooker, was less than ten centimeters away from the back of Leon's head...

Chris Redfield's body suddenly stiffened.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and the person was abruptly frozen in place.

And that punch, which could have ended Lyon's career, stopped abruptly in mid-air.

On Chris's rage-distorted, ferocious face, deep within his crimson pupils, something seemed to struggle violently.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely painful roar, as if from the depths of his soul, was forced out of his throat.

"Ughhhhhhh!!!" Chris's body trembled violently, as if electrocuted. He collapsed to his knees in agony, clutching his head tightly with both hands, letting out a series of wounded beast-like howls.

Under the influence of the 'universal vaccine,' a series of amazing changes are taking place in his body.

His exaggeratedly bulging muscles began to shrink and loosen at a visible speed, like a deflated balloon.

The black blood vessels that were throbbing wildly under the skin gradually subsided and disappeared.

His massive, mountain-like physique shrank rapidly, like an ice sculpture melting under the scorching sun. Although his final size was still far beyond that of an ordinary person, it at least fell back to a level that a human could understand.

Even the crimson light in his eyes receded rapidly like a tide, revealing the deep blue pupils that originally belonged to Chris Redfield.

However, at this moment, his eyes were filled with lingering pain and confusion.

"Great! It must be the 'miracle vaccine' Rebecca gave us that worked!!"

Upon seeing this, Leon's face lit up with ecstatic joy. The thrill of escaping death made his heart pound wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

Unexpectedly, at the most critical moment, the 'universal vaccine' finally managed to suppress the biochemical virus's control over Chris's body, giving him a chance to turn the tide.

The overwhelming joy instantly dispelled all fatigue and fear.

Leon sprang up from the ground without hesitation, like a spring, without even looking, guided only by his senses and the sound of footsteps, and fired several bullets in succession from his Sentinel No. 9 pistol.

Bang bang bang——!!!
Bang bang bang——!!!
A series of precise shots instantly blasted the heads of the three closest tentacle infected who were trying to pounce on him, and the three convulsing headless corpses slowly fell to the ground.

Knowing that such an attack could not completely kill the three infected, Leon did not pause for a moment.

His eyes gleamed with the joy of surviving a disaster, and an indescribable 'resentment'. He suddenly pushed off with his feet and rushed to Chris, who was kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, and whose body was still twitching slightly, because he was suffering from the receding virus.

"Wake up, you bastard!!"

Lyon roared, his body like a fully drawn bowstring, raising his right leg high, pouring all his strength and the frustration of being chased like a stray dog ​​into this powerful, textbook-perfect football kick.

His target was Chris Redfield's face, which slowly rose and looked at him with pain and confusion.

boom--! ! !
A dull, teeth-grinding thud rang out.

Chris, who had just regained some of his human consciousness, didn't have time to react. He felt a tremendous force slap his cheek, and his vision instantly spun around.

Like a baseball hit at home run, he was sent flying into the air by Leon's kick, which contained all his anger and power.

puff-

Gollum-

Although Chrisna had shrunk, his still robust body arced through the air before crashing heavily onto the muddy ground a few meters away.

Then it rolled around several more times in a disheveled state before finally coming to a stop. Then it lay there sprawled out in a "spread-eagle" position, face up, completely still.

Only his still-heavy chest proved that he was still alive.

"Holy crap? Did I kick him to death?"

"Huff...huff...Hey Chris, are you awake or not?!"

Lyon was breathing heavily, cautiously looking around. The gunshots and fighting had attracted many tentacled infected.

They wriggled and roared, gradually encircling Lyon.

"If you're awake, you'd better get up and help... There are more and more of these things, I'm afraid I can't handle them by myself."

Lyon urged him somewhat impatiently.

The Sentinel 9 in his hand continuously spewed flames from its muzzle, temporarily repelling the approaching infected.

However, Chris on the ground did not respond for a long time.

The atmosphere gradually became tense...

If Lyon were to approach at this moment, he would surely discover that Ricks is gazing up at the twilight sky, fragmented by the jungle canopy.

His eyes looked somewhat vacant, as if his consciousness had not fully returned.

But it had a much greater sense of 'life' than its previous zombie-like appearance.

But just as Lyon's heart sank, thinking that the 'miracle vaccine' wasn't working properly, or that his kick had been too hard and had knocked Chris unconscious again—

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

A violent coughing sound, like that of a drowning person after being brought ashore, suddenly came from the ground.

Immediately afterward, a hoarse, weary voice, yet one that was all too familiar to Leon, pierced clearly through the infected's roars and the gunshots of Sentinel Nine, reaching Leon's ears.

"Leon..."

Chris slowly and laboriously propped himself up with his arms, shook his still somewhat dizzy head from side to side, and wiped away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Those deep blue eyes, though bloodshot and weary, had completely regained their human clarity.

He glanced at the familiar figure not far away, fiercely firing amidst the monsters, his back straight. His lips twitched with difficulty, as if he wanted to smile, but a sharp pain shot through him, and in the end, it could only turn into a heavy greeting filled with too many complex emotions:
"It's been so long!!"

"call……"

Lyon didn't turn around, but it was obvious to the naked eye that his previously tense shoulders seemed to relax a lot in that instant.

At the same time, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Success! !

All his previous efforts finally paid off!
He finally kept his promise, and that familiar man was finally 'resurrected'!

Leon raised his hand and fired the last few bullets from his magazine, smashing the head of an infected man who lunged at him. His voice held a strange, almost gleeful urge as he shouted:
"Yes, it's been a long time, you damn bull... Welcome back, my friend!!!"

The battle in the forest didn't last long. With Leon and Chris working together seamlessly, the two quickly broke through the encirclement.

The two then headed together to the location in Lyon where the Harley-Davidson motorcycles were hidden...

(End of this chapter)