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

Chapter 493, Chapters 902 and 903: Reunion of Old Friends or the Might of the [Roton]

Along the way, Chris, who had fully regained his senses, gave Leon a brief account of what had happened in the past few years, as well as the secret mission that Albert Wesker had sent him to Europe.

Leon then recounted how he and his companions searched for him and Jill, the orders given by the higher-ups of the BSAA, how they rescued Jill not long ago, and how he joined the Subspace Group to save Jill's life.

"Chris, the BSAA organization today is no longer what it was when we founded it. With the rise of those bureaucrats, morale has long since crumbled..."

Leon looked at his friend with a sincere expression and earnestly advised, "Rebecca, me, and Jill are all employees of [Subspace Corporation] now... As your friends, we hope you can join us."

"You have no idea that without the strong support of the [Subspace Group], you would have had no chance to turn back, and the more than two billion civilians on the [F Continent] would never have had the chance to become human again..."

"Now I finally understand what Rebecca said to me on the plane... Only in the [Subspace Corporation] do we have the chance to save more people like 'superheroes' with mortal bodies!!"

"So, Chris, join us!!!"

"Ok."

Surprisingly, Chris agreed without any hesitation.

He has never been an indecisive person.

He is not opposed to joining the Asia Space Group.

Moreover, just for the fact that the other party saved Jill's life, he would be willing to work for the [Subspace Group] for free for the rest of his life.

Therefore, no matter how you look at it, he had absolutely no reason to refuse.

"call……"

Seeing this, Leon breathed a long sigh of relief, then quickly walked to the bushes where the Harley was hidden. He first pushed the motorcycle out, and then took out a satellite phone from the equipment bag attached to the back of the motorcycle.

After dialing a number and stating their current coordinates, Leon stepped back in front of Chris, nudged his bewildered friend with his elbow, and said with a grin:

"Hehe, don't blink, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived!!"

"Leon, what are you up to all this mysteriously?"

Chris pursed his lips, muttering in confusion, "Although Rebecca's 'universal vaccine' can temporarily suppress the [Ouroboros virus] in my body, it will probably lose its effectiveness over time, so we should hurry up... um???"

Before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot.

Because, not far in front of him, accompanied by a 'humming' sound, a bright blue arc of energy appeared without warning in the slightly dim space where Lyon had just been standing.

The surrounding space was like a piece of paper crumpled by an invisible giant hand, tearing through space to form a circular portal with light flickering at its edges.

Through the portal, Chris could even clearly see that there was a huge plaza on the other side, and behind the plaza stood a skyscraper that seemed to stretch endlessly.

"Ah...this..."

Chris pointed to the portal in front of him, unsure of what words to use to describe the breathtaking scene before him.

A smug grin spread across Leon's face, completely forgetting that he had reacted exactly the same way Chris when he first saw the portal.

He reached out and patted his friend on the shoulder, saying with the pride of someone who's been there, "Dude... times have changed."

"Leon!!"

"Chris!!"

Just then, two familiar female voices suddenly rang out from the other end of the portal. Two slender figures ran out of the skyscraper and waved cheerfully at the two of them.

It was none other than Rebecca and Jill.

Jill's complexion has returned to its former radiant and supple state, with no trace of illness visible on her glowing face.

Standing before the portal, tears welling in her eyes, she looked at Chris on the other side and said in a trembling voice, "It's so... wonderful that you're back alive!!!"

"Gil...Gil?!!"

Without thinking, Chris instinctively took long strides toward Jill.

A world of difference in a single step.

As soon as he stepped into the portal, the world before him instantly transformed.

And he finally saw the sign hanging at the top of the skyscraper in front of him—[Subspace Group]!
However, before he could think any further, a pretty figure had already rushed into his arms.

Feeling the warmth in his arms and hearing the choked sobs of joy in his ears, Chris felt as if his once rock-solid heart had been instantly melted by some invisible force.

His mind raced through a series of memories he had shared with Jill...

He had always felt that his feelings for Jill stemmed from a sense of responsibility as partners, rather than romantic love.

But perhaps he was wrong!
The relationship between the two of them has probably long since transcended the partnership and reached a higher level.

Is this... what it means to like someone?

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Chris instinctively tightened his arms around Jill, who was also tightening her arms around him, as a positive response.

Chris really loves this feeling!

It gave him a rare sense of 'being alive'.

At the same time, a deep sense of gratitude welled up in his heart.

That was out of gratitude to the [Subspace Group].

Without the Subspace Group, he probably would never have known his true thoughts until his death.

"Oh shit."

Leon then stepped into the portal, only to be greeted by a barrage of PDA the moment he stepped out. His lips twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, somewhat annoyed, "Let's not go any further."

Ugh, this is so unlucky. This is the kind of thing that older single people hate to see.

My dearest Ada Wong, when will you give me a chance?!
Eh?
Wait a minute, don't close the portal yet! My motorcycle is still over there!
Seeing this, Rebecca secretly chuckled, then whispered a reminder, "Chris, the [Ouroboros virus] in your body hasn't been completely cleared yet. You'll need to receive treatment in a special isolation ward..."

"But don't worry, I will heal you myself!!"

"Thank you, Rebecca."

Chris looked down at Jill, whose face was streaked with tears, and said with utmost sincerity, "Without you, neither I nor Jill...we would have all died at Wesker's hands."

"Oh, right." Chris seemed to remember something, and quickly pulled a test tube filled with a dark green solution from his combat suit's inner pocket, handing it to Rebecca as he said:

"This is Wesker's latest improved version of the Ouroboros virus. I hope it will be helpful for your upcoming research."

Rebecca's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded cheerfully, "It will help, of course it will help..."

But then, as if remembering something, she softly corrected, "However, the person you should thank most isn't me, it's Boss!!!"

……

[F Continent]. The outer perimeter of the underground base where Albert Wesker is hiding.

early morning.

At the break of dawn.

The darkness before dawn is the thickest, and a deathly silence envelops this scorched earth that has been repeatedly ravaged.

The air was thick with pungent gunpowder smoke and the stench of blood, as well as an indescribable, nauseating stench, like rotting entrails dumped on a hot road.

That was precisely the lingering smell of the 'tentacle' infected individuals after being burned by the high temperatures during the previous battle.

Not long ago, three thousand elite soldiers were wiped out here.

On the ground, there was no corpse to be seen at all, only some scattered metal guns that seemed to have been twisted and deformed by some enormous force, and uneven bullet craters on the ground.

There were also large swaths of scorched, black soil soaked in some kind of viscous, dark red substance.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar, like a muffled rumble, shattered the deathly silence that had enveloped the area.

However, the sound did not come from the ground, but from the gray-white sky.

A massive shadow, obscuring the faint morning light, suddenly descended from the sky, casting an even larger and more menacing silhouette on the ground.

The colossal shadow moved with incredible speed, carrying a powerful sense of oppression that made one's heart clench, and in the blink of an eye, it swooped down like a meteor.

It was none other than the Rodon!

The massive body tore through the clouds as it plummeted at breakneck speed, its surface glowing with a dark red light due to the intense friction with the air, as if it were enveloped in a layer of flowing magma.

Its terrifying wingspan of 265.5 meters covered almost half of the battlefield, and its enormous shadow, like a cloak draped over the Grim Reaper, instantly enveloped the entire area of ​​Albert Wesker's underground base with a cloud of death.

boom--! ! !
At a height of less than 100 meters above the scorched ground, the massive bionic mechanical wings on the back of the [Roton], formed by the fusion of the [Fire Demon] Rodan biological tissue and cutting-edge technology, suddenly thumped downwards.

The movements were both ferocious and precise.

It unleashes a terrifying burst of thrust comparable to that of a supersonic fighter jet engine breaking the sound barrier.

The air below was instantly compressed, torn apart, and pushed to its extreme sides...

call--! ! !
Two visible, highly compressed air shockwaves slammed into the ground like two invisible giant hammers.

In an instant, dust surged violently across the ground within a radius of several kilometers from the entrance to the underground base, resembling a boiling ocean.

The Rodon did not land, but maintained remarkable stability and began high-speed circular flight around the area where the underground base was located.

The speed instantly broke the sound barrier.

Rings of white sonic boom clouds exploded behind it.

With a top speed of Mach 3, the massive Rodan became a dark red shadow that circled the battlefield!
The continuously released shockwaves, carrying soil, gravel, and metal fragments from the ground, gradually formed a gigantic, wildly spinning tornado that connected heaven and earth.

As the giant tornado continued to rotate, the soil on the ground was repeatedly churned up by large bulldozers, sweeping away layers of soil with overwhelming force, gradually revealing countless dark red tentacles buried deep underground.

Hiss--

From deep within the soil, countless chilling, inhuman screams echoed.

Those 'tentacle aggregates' that were hidden several meters underground, looking like giant earthworm nests, were forcibly peeled out of their hiding places.

Their enormous bodies, entangled with countless tentacles, were exposed to the air, twisting and struggling wildly, trying to be pulled back into the deeper underground by the powerful pull of the tornado.

However, their efforts were destined to be futile in the face of absolute power.

The violent updrafts, like invisible giant hands, gripped them tightly and dragged them toward the death vortex that connected heaven and earth.

A high-speed rotating tornado is like a giant shredder, with its immense centrifugal force tearing, stretching, and pulverizing its massive body back and forth.

And when all the tentacle infected and tentacle aggregates were swept into the sky, and the ground was plowed down nearly ten meters, the 'performance' of the [Roton] truly began... no, it should be said that it officially entered its climax!!
As the Rodan circled at high speed, the giant tornado was guided by its flight path and eventually expanded into a super-giant tornado with a diameter of over one kilometer and a height that pierced the clouds.

call--

The gaps in the armor on the back and wings of the [Roton] suddenly spewed out not flames, but high-energy plasma heat streams like solid magma.

The fiery red liquid 'flame' cascaded down like a waterfall, precisely injecting into the colossal, towering tornado column.

boom--! ! !
It was as if a torch had been thrown into boiling oil; the entire tornado column was instantly ignited.

From bottom to top, it instantly transformed into a gigantic pillar of flames that roared wildly, reaching straight to the heavens and the earth.

The temperature in the entire area soared to a level that was unimaginable to ordinary people in an instant.

Even the air was burned and distorted.

The metal and firearms caught in the heat melted instantly under the intense heat, turning into molten iron.

The most unfortunate were those 'tentacle aggregates' that were spinning around but unable to escape; they suffered utter annihilation under the scorching heat.

Those incredibly tough, dark red tentacles, strong enough to withstand large-caliber bullets, sizzled and crackled like ice sculptures melting under the blazing sun the moment they came into contact with the flames.

Its body rapidly carbonized and charred... then, like a charred tree branch dancing wildly in flames, it disintegrated into ashes in the next second.

The disgusting mucus on the body surface that could corrode all organic matter was also evaporated instantly, leaving not even a trace of moisture behind.

There was no room for struggle, and no possibility of escape.

Those terrifying monsters that had once caused the deaths of three thousand elite soldiers were completely and cleanly wiped out from the physical realm in this catastrophic storm of flames, like withered branches thrown into flames.

In the end, not even a trace remained.

The air in the entire area was soon filled with a strong, acrid smell of burning protein.

……

This "purification" process lasted for nearly an hour.

When the Rodan finally stopped 'ejecting' plasma flames, slowly folded its wings, flapped its wings and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the pale light of dawn, the landscape surrounding the entire underground base had been completely altered.

The originally uneven land, covered with debris, was forcibly "sheathed" away a thick layer, causing the entire area to sink by at least ten meters.

The ground, 'surviving the catastrophe,' exhibits a uniquely dry state, characteristic of areas scorched by extremely high temperatures. As the temperature rapidly decreases, it emits wisps of smoke and scorching residual heat.

All the vegetation, remains, and corpses on the ground, along with those nauseating 'tentacle aggregates,' have vanished without a trace.

All that remains is this vast plain, now completely "eliminated," steaming with heat, and returned to its deathly stillness.

The heavy alloy gate outside the underground base stands like an isolated island in the center of this man-made scorched earth, appearing particularly glaring.

(End of this chapter)