Long-term salvation

Rhodes turned around and saw that the door of the containment room in the blockade area had been opened, and the crazy experimental subjects rushed out from it, their faces now covered with grotesque madness!

Saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths. The test subjects and even the researchers lying on the ground rushed over like swift zombies. They opened their bloodshot eyes wide and shouted loudly:

“Give me Anshining!!!!”

Chapter 387 An Shi Ning An Shi Ning An Shi Ning An Shi Ning… (2/5)

Extremely piercing and hoarse shouts filled Rhodes' ears, but he didn't have time to think about so many trivial things now - five clone soldiers produced by ATC and a T-002 Tyrant from Umbrella were quietly appearing at the gate of the blockade area.

So, at this moment, the cries of the frenzied crowd trembled and swallowed up the crisp sound of the first shell hitting the ground, but failed to swallow up the roar of the machine gun:

The 7.62mm M134 "Minigun" Gatling gun spewed out blazing fire, weaving golden threads between air and human bodies. As blood dripped from the stumps, the test subjects on the trajectory fell like severed wheat seedlings, twitching non-stop on the ground.

"...What the hell?! Has the T-002's stability issue been resolved? Then the new model..."

Rhodes rolled several times to avoid the strafing, and then hid in the corner of a containment room to avoid the clone soldiers' fire suppression. Turning his head, he saw Dylan Faden had closed the door and opened the small window, looking at everything happening outside with the cruel innocence unique to children.

This kid... Gritting his teeth, Rhode kicked the crazy experimental subject away. The latter's cloudy eyes were embedded in the hideous face, and his mouth kept repeating:

“Anshining Anshining Anshining Anshining…Give me Anshining!!!”

An Shining?!

Rhodes raised his gun and knocked over several experimental subjects. He first threw two smoke bombs with his backhand and then jumped out suddenly. He pulled the trigger before he hit the ground. The firing pin hit the bullet primer, and the bullet pushed by the gunpowder gas rotated and broke away in the barrel. The bullet casing passed in front of his azure eyes, flashing a crystal copper glow. The head of a clone soldier opposite him immediately exploded, his forehead was overturned, and the brain matter and the built-in control parts drew a nearly perfect arc in the turbid air!

After rolling several times to another shelter, Rhodes recalled the enemy positions he had just seen and the debris in the entire corridor... The corridor was almost straight, with only some gaps between the containment rooms, obviously to prevent any chain reaction.

To make matters worse, Rhodes remembered:

The weird old man named Calvin Johnson who was in charge of Aperture Technology for him was also using this thing to suppress the pain from mercury poisoning.

At this moment, Rhodes only hoped that the psychopaths in Aperture Technology would not use this thing too much, and that Anshining would be excluded from the medical sequence of the Army Without Borders in the future. As of now, this thing was weird from the raw materials to the side effects, and it was inseparable from the inner world.

Then...it may not be that simple to quickly promote and launch Anshining.

"Fuck, why are humans always so good at courting death?"

Rhodes decided to deal with the matter as soon as he got back. He spat to the side, grabbed a corpse next to him, and pushed it out of the bunker. The next second, even through the smoke, the corpse was shot into a hornet's nest by the Gatling gun, and fell to the ground like a tattered doll.

There are dolls like this everywhere, and only a few lucky ones are still twisting their bodies, twitching and waiting for death, but even so, they are calling out to An Shining in hoarse voices.

Hearing the approaching heavy footsteps and the voices praying, Rhode took a deep breath and replaced the magazine with a full magazine of high-armor-piercing bullets. Otherwise, it would be difficult to penetrate the advanced bulletproof plates on the clone soldiers and the alloy armor and hard muscles on the Tyrant with other bullets.

Just as Rhodes was thinking about testing the waters with the bazooka, he heard Dylan's voice. The boy leaned over to the small window and said:

"Outsider, I can help you now. As long as you are willing to take me to the 'channel', I can tell you more... Hiss kind of hates you, but if you can help, he will definitely not let you suffer any loss."

"I reject."

As Rod spoke, he took out a rocket launcher in front of Dylan's suddenly wide-open eyes of surprise. He leaned forward slightly, took a casual aim, and then pressed the trigger, letting the rocket tear a path in the smoke with a whistling sound.

The rocket grazed the Tyrant's armored shoulder armor and exploded on the wall behind it, causing the remaining four clone soldiers to stagger for half a second. But this was enough time for Rhodes to rush out of the bunker - he avoided the machine gun fire and opened fire again with the two rocket launchers he was carrying.

The first shot was knocked away by the tyrant, and the second shot hit the tall body hard!

Dust and smoke rose, metal melted, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!

"It seems that I don't need your help yet, Dylan," Rhodes said, disappearing into the smoke like a ghost. He picked up a corpse and threw it to the side, while he activated the camouflage system and jumped away from the wall.

The corpse used as bait only attracted the shooting of two clone soldiers, and the remaining two took half a step back, alert for possible attacks - the attack did come, but it was not as they imagined, as shown in the database or implanted combat experience - the heavy Humvee suddenly broke through the smoke!

"Takizawa Rola da!!!"

Rhodes, driving the Humvee, shouted loudly. He suddenly stepped on the accelerator, slamming the Tyrant and two clone soldiers who had no time to dodge into the broken wall! Then, Rhodes twisted back, leaned out of the machine gun turret, grabbed the two grips of the M2 heavy machine gun with both hands, and opened fire!

The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets penetrated the bulletproof plates, combat uniforms, skin and flesh without any hindrance, smearing half of a clone soldier's body on the glass of the containment room, outlining a radial bloody picture.

The last clone soldier wanted to fight back, but as soon as he raised the muzzle of his gun to aim upwards, a bullet shot through his head, and blood splattered on the flashing sensor light of the surveillance camera.

“…Why did that Hummer appear and disappear?!”

"This...we don't know..."

"Then free the tyrant from his bonds! Damn it! The counterattack forces we've deployed to the surface facilities are also being eliminated! The underground area must not be lost... Concentrate the troops in the experimental area!"

"Yes!"

But can the situation be resolved by removing the restraints?

Dr. Steffen Richter, the lab supervisor and facility manager of Facility 1-22, subconsciously clutched his research suit tightly as he watched the being on the surveillance screen throw incendiary bombs at the Tyrant, then flexibly engage in combat with it, manipulating the powerful biological weapon at his fingertips.

In an instant, the tyrant was cut into two pieces by something unknown, and golden flames burned in the bloody cross-section. The next second, the flames completely engulfed the tyrant's entire body!

What? What just happened?!

Dr. Steffen Richter was gripped by an unprecedented fear, but he quickly suppressed these emotions and whispered to himself:

“It’s about the endless possibilities of humanity.”

In the spacious experimental area, machines hummed and flashed pink and purple arcs from time to time, as if mocking his ignorance and stupidity.

After calming down, the doctor looked at the screen again -

Seeing the man with the eyepatch looking back at him, the man raised his index finger and shook it gently.

Chapter 388 The Path We Are Taking Is Correct (3/5)

Dr. Steffen Richter stood there in a daze until the anxious shouting beside him woke him up from his trance.

"Seal the gate to the experimental area immediately!"

"The countdown for the facility's self-destruction has begun. Use the secret key to postpone it every hour!"

"Doctor, the guard force of the ground facility has been compressed to the southeast corner of Building B and is resisting with the assistance of the Tyrant and clone soldiers."

"...I understand. The enemy's forces are too strong in both quantity and quality. This isn't our fault. The data transfer is mostly complete, and the distress signal has already been sent. All that's left is to buy time."

Dr. Steffen Richter nodded slightly, trying to keep his expression as calm as ever. He pushed his glasses up and said indifferently:

"Cut off the power to the blockade and living areas, and shut down the ventilation systems there to prevent the enemy from releasing chemical agents. Yes, I know we have researchers there—distribute gas masks and closed-circuit protective suits. Be prepared to release nerve gas to resist."

Standing in the main control room, Dr. Richter looked toward the slowly closing door on his right. He relaxed a bit when it was completely closed. He then took a few steps to the left and looked down at the still-operating cylindrical device below, resembling an auger.

The surface of the device is inlaid with a transparent life-support capsule, and dense cables extend from it, penetrate into the main body of the device and connect to the power supply system of the entire facility. This thing has not stopped working at this moment, emitting a low hum and non-lethal pink and purple arcs of electricity. Several researchers wearing fully enclosed protective suits are sticking bombs on the device.

"Anotherworld tunnel generator...some people always like to call you a 'curtain shield machine'."

Dr. Richter muttered the name of the device, which embodied his life's work and was also the result of years of joint research by several facilities and different experimental teams:

"Crossing the veil, transcending the mundane, and revealing the power and wealth of another dimension to the world... It sounds good, but we only succeeded once, and for less than half a second."

Is there really an endless supernatural dimension and endless possibilities on the other side of the door? Does nothing really happen the moment the door is opened?

At least the experimental subject named "Dylan Faden" who was sent here could feel something and said things like "The Hiss is coming", "The tide is rising", "You can only escape if the Hiss resonates with you", but he seemed to have died in the blockade area.

"…Dr. Richter?"

The assistant next to him gave him a puzzled look, but Dr. Richter just waved his hand, signaling him to return to his seat.

"This is an accident as serious as the experiment subject that escaped from Facility 1-11."

Dr. Richter took off his glasses, wiped them, and said with a sigh:

"I don't want to be executed by the Organization... After today, I definitely can't stay in this facility any longer. Assistant, report the situation! Andriman?"

"..."

The assistants and even the people operating the console slowly turned their heads and whispered incoherent words. As they slowly floated upwards, the people in the experimental area below showed the same abnormality.

The originally tightly closed door to the experimental area began to slide open to both sides, and the darkness outside the door seemed to become tangible and pour in.

Without any hesitation, Dr. Richter pushed aside the floating bodies and rushed to the control console. He grabbed the microphone and shouted:

"Start the bomb countdown. All personnel who can fight muster immediately toward the gate and block the enemy outside!"

But this is just wishful thinking——

A low-riding BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicle suddenly appeared through the gap in the gate, its 30mm cannon firing repeatedly, instantly reducing several clone soldiers in the front to pulp. Following closely behind was a 9M113 Competition anti-tank missile!

The anti-tank missile flew across the fairly spacious testing ground and exploded on the opposite wall, knocking the few armed personnel on the surrounding platforms who were still able to remain normal to the ground, breaking their bones and tendons - but they were immediately trampled by the tyrant who strode forward, letting out painful howls.

The last T-002 Tyrant, armed to the teeth, raised its rocket launcher and squeezed the trigger, but before the rocket could reach the infantry fighting vehicle, it vanished without a trace! Only a man in a strange black and gray combat uniform rushed in from the gate. He dodged the Tyrant's machine gun fire and repeatedly shot the biological weapon in the head with his rifle.

"Why... did it disappear?! It disappeared just like before!"

Finally panicking, Dr. Richter screamed and frantically pressed buttons on the console, completely locking down the underground facility. But as soon as he heard the low, piercing countdown to self-destruction, he subconsciously flinched at the blazing flames rising from outside the control room.

The flame flashed by, as if it was just an illusion.

Reason told Dr. Richter that he should hide, but strong curiosity drove his body to move forward and go to the window. Dr. Richter looked down and met Rhodes's gaze as he looked back. The man holding the longsword had cold eyes, and there was still some blood stains on the eye mask that had not been wiped off.

"..." x2

Who is he? Why is he holding a long sword burning with golden flames? Why would I want to... kneel? A psychic with powers like flaming out of thin air or telekinesis could never do that!

Countless doubts exploded in Dr. Richter's mind. He pondered silently, and a guess suddenly arose in his heart:

The man with the flaming sword had once entered the other world and gained power beyond that of mortals.

and so……

The path we are taking is correct and we can see the results.

Dr. Richter shuddered at the thought. He took a few steps back, sat down in his chair, and let out a low laugh that he could no longer suppress. However, this thought soon filled him with sadness—there was no doubt that he would never see the day of success again—the visitors had no sympathy for the researchers here, nor did they care about the knowledge in their heads.

"It's right up there, the last one."

Extinguishing the flaming sword in his hand, Rhodes, expressionless, stepped over the charred remains of the tyrant's body and walked towards the main control room. At the gate of the experimental area, Dylan Faden cautiously poked his head out, then happily ran towards the inner world channel generator.

Cutting open the door to the main control room, Rhodes raised his gun and knocked the pistol out of Dr. Steffen Richter's hand. He approached the latter who was trying to stand up straight and said:

"Dr. Steffen Richter, a graduate of the University of Munich. To save our time, let's start now. I'll ask the questions and you'll answer them."

“…How do you know my name and the school I graduated from?! Are you a spy inside—uh…Aa ...

Too lazy to talk nonsense, Rod knocked Dr. Richter to the ground with the butt of his gun, and then stepped on two fingers of his left hand and broke them.

"I told you, I ask, you answer."

Watching the doctor gasping in pain, Rhodes grabbed his collar, lifted him up, pressed him against the glass, and asked calmly:

"For that device down there, you used a human brain, right?"

Chapter 389: Just Use Your Brain! (4/5)

"Heh... of course it's the human brain. Only the human brain can be used!"

Dr. Richter took a deep breath and smiled a mad, sickly smile. He was genuinely proud of being a human being, happy and sad that he had figured out the answer before his death.

"Only noble humans can possess this 'qualification'. Although it's not obvious yet, more and more people will possess this 'qualification', whether they like it or not!"

"But here, you didn't use the clairvoyant's brain to try to open the door to the other world."

"A clairvoyant? Someone with the necessary qualifications... Such precious materials obviously can't be squandered." Dr. Richter's face was pressed firmly against the glass, but even so, he managed to focus his gaze on the device below and said mockingly, "Ha ha ha... Aren't you the same as us?"

Hearing this, Rhode narrowed his eyes slightly. He ignored Dr. Richter's question and continued to ask in a cold tone:

"You use Anshining to transform ordinary human brains into consumable material for building a gateway to the other world, correct?"

"You think I...Aaaaaah!"

Before Dr. Richter could finish his words, his palm was pierced by a flaming sword. The golden flames didn't spread, but they continued to burn his soul! In that instant, he had already glimpsed the soul essence of the person behind him—the blazing golden sun responded with a furious heat, almost burning Dr. Richter's soul dry!

"I say!!" Dr. Richter subconsciously shouted this in German. In extreme pain, he instinctively used his native language, "I'll tell you... we're all going to die here anyway."

Will they really all die here? Dr. Richter couldn't help but tremble at a certain possibility - those who gain the power of the other world can even transcend life and death!

If Rhode knew his thoughts, he would only laugh at him:

It is true that we have transcended life and death, but unfortunately, in most cases we are stuck between life and death, and life is worse than death!

"continue."

Rhodes retracted his sword and placed the [Shiting Box] on the console in the main control room. He then heard Dr. Richter say:

"Anshinin... or rather, certain ingredients in the plant 'Chiprachaka' that it's made from can stimulate the regrowth of the pineal gland in the human brain, allowing humans to establish a weak connection with the afterlife... Most people who take it will experience a short-lived, mild visual distortion.

According to our internal experiments, patients who overdose on this painkiller can experience persistent hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and other mental illnesses, along with bipolar disorder and other conditions... What about long-term side effects? Huh... This drug hasn't been around for a few years, right?

"Establish a connection? Ahaha... Of course, only a very small number of people can establish a stable connection. You seem to call them 'clairvoyants', and use the SETM device to connect their brains and consciousness..."

Dr. Richter gasped for breath, the corners of his mouth trembling with pain, and even his voice became distorted: