Long-term salvation

"We will open the door to another dimension and bring human civilization into a future of infinite possibilities!"

"You will send human civilization to hell before you even open the door," Rhodes said expressionlessly. He gripped Dr. Richter's head with a slight force, causing him to groan in pain as his skull screamed. "I'm glad you can't chemically synthesize the ingredients here yet. Instead, you must cultivate and extract them from raw materials."

"...Do you think all this is our conspiracy?!"

Even though he was pressed against the glass, Dr. Richter continued to shout loudly. He felt an inexplicable sense of relief, and even the sadness and fear of death in his heart were pushed back to the deepest part:

"We only stumbled upon the efficacy of this thing, and the actual experiments haven't even been underway for a year—but pharmaceutical companies, pharmaceutical complexes, ordinary people desperate for effective and affordable painkillers, and countless young people seeking excitement in the future...they've already fallen in love with this thing and can't live without it. Can you stop them?"

Rhodes pursed his lips tightly, said nothing, his eyes full of disdain.

"You're thinking about how to completely destroy us... but even if you do, what good will that do? When the existence of the other world is exposed to the world, they will naturally seek ways to enter it. The effects of Anshining will one day be 'discovered' again, and the flowers of the sin vine will one day spread across the entire earth!"

As these words tugged from Dr. Richter's throat, the entire control room fell silent, with only the murmurs of the still-floating personnel in the base mixing with the hum of machinery like some strange jazz.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the self-destruct countdown device also made a clicking sound, which made people feel upset.

Just as Dr. Richter was about to say something, he heard Rhodes calmly reply:

"I actually thought you were capable of such profound remarks... I'm telling you, aren't you both underestimating humanity and overestimating yourselves?"

Rhode sighed, released his grip on Dr. Richter's head, and let him slowly sit down against the glass and wall. He then squatted in front of the mad doctor, who was trying to hold his head high, and tapped his excitedly flushed face with the barrel of his revolver, saying with undisguised contempt:

"Do you think the appearance of a Zijera flower can destroy humanity? Although there's no light from Orion here, the star in the center of the solar system hasn't spoken yet. Let me tell you clearly now: 'Humanity will inevitably eradicate Chiprachaka.' This is a prophecy from the savior of mankind. And I don't mind making it happen myself."

"...What are the Zijella flowers? What are the lights of Orion?"

"You really want to know?" Rhodes raised his eyebrows. He ignored Dr. Richter's eager gaze, but still replied casually, "You can ask Youlian."

Who is this? !

Facing Dr. Richter's blank face, Rod stood up and crushed his knees and elbows, changing that face from blank and pleading to pain, despair and hatred.

Admiring Dr. Richter's screams of pain, Rhodes put away the [Box of Shiting] on the main console and dragged him outside. As he walked, he asked Alona on the screen:

“Has the data been collected?”

"Hmm... only a few, Sensei. Mainly observations of the effects of Anshinin. More core data is unavailable, and I can't stop the self-destruction countdown of the underground research facility."

"It's okay. Let the attacking force retreat, leaving Marian and the others behind to cover the rear and wait for them to rejoin me... We still have more than thirty minutes left, which is plenty."

Looking at the girl's cute little face full of apology, Rhodes felt much better. After whispering a few words of comfort, he took back the [Box of Shiting] and dragged Dr. Richter, who was like a broken doll - just like the test subjects who were shot - and had completely lost the ability to move, down the stairs.

As soon as he arrived at the experimental area, Rhode saw Dylan Faden standing next to the inner world channel generator with a stern face. He suppressed his anger and said:

"Heath said these brains are dead and we can't open the channel connecting to Heath!"

"If you dare to say that thing's name again, I'll let you keep this guy company," Rod replied calmly. He looked at Dylan, who took a deep breath out of anger.

"You know I'm serious, Dylan. I could totally beat you to a pulp and then have your sister earn enough money to buy you alloy joints... Oh, okay, I know you're upset because they abandoned you, but at least now you should understand—you have no chance of letting Hiss come to this dimension."

Seeing the golden flames passing between Rhodes' fingers, Dylan shrank his head and chose to follow the advice, but he still said stubbornly:

"I clearly helped you just now... Never mind, I'll find an opportunity."

"It's up to you, but when that happens, I won't be the one spanking you."

Rhodes shrugged and threw Dr. Richter, who was already losing consciousness due to the pain, against the wall opposite the other world channel generator.

Looking at Dr. Richter's face, Rhodes leisurely loaded bullets into his revolver. With the loving dedication of the descendants of the evil god, he had recently developed a wonderful little use for it:

"If I combine the powers of Abigail and Nyako, I think I can send something into another dimension... Although there's only one bullet left due to the high probability of failure, I think it's perfect for you, since you enjoy experimenting so much, Dr. Richter."

In Dr. Richter's eyes that were both desperate and expectant, Rod pulled the trigger.

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The other world, somewhere.

Under the dim sky, Soviet soldiers wearing gas masks walked cautiously.

"I failed again... If it weren't for this black stone, I would have lost my mind long ago, right?"

Kazimir Zykov (from the zombie mode of Call of Duty: Cold War, appearing in Chapter 254) smiled wryly and muttered to himself. He had to keep talking to ensure that he would not forget himself:

"I really don't know when this will end... What is that thing? Human?"

The soldier ran over quickly, but only saw a corpse that was so mutilated that it was unrecognizable. He could barely make out that the corpse had been wearing a white research suit.

"Identification card... Dr. Steffen Richter, in English, but the name sounds German... Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pathetic."

Touching the corpse, the soldier felt the lingering warmth, and a surge of hope for a way out. But for now, he had to hide, as new monsters were being drawn to him by the smell of blood.

The other world is not a paradise, it is even worse than hell.

Chapter 390: Mass Production vs. Mass Production? (5/5)

minutes ago.

As soon as the captain of the Mobile Task Force, Nine-Tailed Fox No. 1, walked into the corridor, he smelled a strong smell of blood - the corridor emergency light flickered slightly at the corner of the stairs, illuminating the dark red blood dripping from the ceiling - the body of the Army Without Borders soldier lying on the ground, he was first thrown up and then had his chest crushed.

The nine-tailed foxes have just dealt with some corpses that were floating strangely in the air... When someone approaches, these corpses with glowing skin inside will fall to the ground and attack, and they will not only repeat whispers but also use guns!

At the same time, it seemed as if a barrier constructed by some supernatural power was protecting them, forcing the Nine-Tailed Foxes to use more bullets to kill them completely - in any case, the members of the Mobile Task Force were thankful that the power could only work on corpses for the time being, and not directly control the minds of living people.

"Calling headquarters, we've found the tyrant," Nine-Tailed Fox No. 1 raised his hand to signal the following team members to stop. He looked at the huge bloody footprints extending deeper into the corridor, "Now prepare to continue tracking."

"This is the command center. You need to pay attention to the Tyrant's rapid regeneration—wait, this is an order from the boss. He wants us to evacuate immediately to avoid the underground facility's self-destruction."

"Nine-Tailed Fox, we understand. As for the task of stopping the Tyrant and the clone soldiers...Okay, we understand."

In fact, there was no need for the command center in the rear to remind them. Nine-tailed Fox No. 1 had already seen the Nikkis who broke the glass directly from the outside and jumped into the corridor.

Wind and rain poured in through the broken windows, bringing a bit of chill and blowing away the smell of blood in the corridor.

"We need to keep moving forward and follow the footprints. Geironul, scout ahead."

Marian calmly gave orders to the mass-produced Nikkis, each codenamed the Nordic Valkyrie. She personally led five of them in the tracking mission, while the remaining five were assigned to conduct the encirclement in another direction. After assigning the tasks, the black-haired Nikki turned to look at the nine-tailed foxes, nodded slightly, and said:

"Please collect the bodies of the fallen soldiers and leave here quickly."

"I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Marianne."

"Captain, you have to call Mrs. Marian," the team member carefully reminded No. 1 from behind.

"Um...Okay, Lady Marianne."

Number 1 readily followed suit and received a satisfied, approving look from Nikki:

"From now on, the Nine-Tailed Fox's Red Apple brand cigarette ration will be halved and replaced with something else."

After taking a look at the Nine-Tailed Foxes, whose movements were noticeably faster, Marian immediately focused her attention on the upcoming battle. She reached out and patted the shoulder of the mass-produced Nikki in front of her, then whispered:

"Valkyries, forward."

The fully armed girls walked briskly along the corridor. They had already received orders to kill humans - this was not an easy decision for the mass-produced Nikkis, but since the commander had given the order, they had to obey.

Less than two minutes later, they saw a tall figure standing beside the glass curtain wall of the corridor, and the Gatling gun in his hand had just begun to rotate... The tyrant turned around suddenly and pointed the gun at the intruder.

"Scatter, it's noticed us!"

The mass-produced Nikkis scattered like dandelions, weaving through the golden lines of fire that illuminated the dim corridors, hiding in the walls or in the rooms where the doors had been smashed open. Not only were the Tyrants attacking, but four clone troopers also emerged from their bunkers throughout the corridors and opened fire on the Nikkis that had intruded.

Bullets flew everywhere, smashing the corners of the walls used by both sides for cover. Concrete fragments fell like a rainstorm outside the window, raising a slight cloud of dust.

Neither side achieved any significant results in the encounter, so that at the moment the gunfire stopped, the only sound in the corridor was the echo of the tyrant's heavy footsteps.

This won't last long. After the mass-produced Nikkis determined each other's positions and reported them, Marian calculated inwardly and whispered into the communication channel:

"I'll hold the Tyrant back, and you guys deal with those clone troopers."

"Understood!" x5

After hearing the reply, Marian listened quietly for a few seconds to the approaching footsteps. Then, she and the mass-produced Nikkis simultaneously jumped out from their respective hiding places:

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The first mass-produced Nikki raised her gun and blew up the grenade thrown at them. The orange-red explosion wrapped in the screaming metal fragments suddenly expanded, and the remaining four Nikkis pulled the trigger almost at the same time - eight lines of fire drawn by bullets passed through the corridor, and the different gunshots overlapped with each other, instantly shattering the glass of the entire corridor.

The graceful figures of Nikki and the others were reflected in every piece of broken glass until they shattered on the ground.

The violent storm outside the building suddenly rushed into the corridor, beating down on everyone and blurring the boundaries of every existence.

Nikki, mass-produced Nikki/Tyrant, clone soldier.

Marian didn't have the time to think about it. She and the other Nikki pulled the trigger at the same time. The machine gun fire swept across the tyrant's body, splashing a series of golden sparks on the alloy armor on his chest.

Without any hesitation, Nikki bent down suddenly and slid forward, just avoiding the strafing of the Gatling gun in the Tyrant's hand and closing the distance.

Even if her body could easily withstand 7.62mm bullets, Marian did not want to be strafed by the Gatling gun that fired at a rate of 2000-6000 rounds per minute - she dodged the Tyrant's stomping while turning over, and the shooting of the weapon in her hand never stopped - the bullets tore open the Tyrant's combat uniform, penetrated through the gaps in the armor, smashed the flesh and blood inside, and the twisted and deformed bullets were deeply embedded in the muscles and unknown organs that had long been mutated.

When the T-002 Tyrant's unique claws swung down, Marian did not dodge, but raised her hand and punched out!

"..."

Marian loosened her fist and shook off the dirty blood. Nikki gripped the machine gun tightly, jumped high, and smashed it fiercely at the tyrant's head!

But the dented thick helmet still did not satisfy Marian. She grabbed the tyrant's belt and swung behind him, stuffed the muzzle of the gun into the gap in the armor at the tyrant's neck, and pulled the trigger at the collarbone. The muzzle flame made the smell of burnt flesh and blood linger in the entire corridor, and even the damp rain could not dispel it.

"Commander Marian! This monster's muscles are expanding unnaturally!"

"...Suppressive fire, incendiary bombs! It doesn't have a hard shell right now."

Marian gave the order calmly and leaped back before the Tyrant could grab her. In the gap, she glanced at the four clone soldiers' bodies with their heads shot through... They were no match for the mass-produced Nikki.

An obvious fact.

Landing lightly, Marian replaced the ammunition belt for her machine gun, and then stood there and fired!

Six tongues of fire enveloped the tyrant from all directions. The monster's roar and dense gunfire came one after another, completely drowning out the Nikkis' delicate cries.

The Tyrant, whose body had swelled to the point of squeezing the corridor ceiling, shielded his head with both hands and roared as he attempted to charge at Marian. However, a barrage of bullets from the mass-produced Nikkis shattered his knee mid-strike. Even with its formidable regenerative abilities, it still relied on muscles to pull its joints to move. But after collapsing to the ground and being pelted with two incendiary bombs, this monster of twisted flesh and virus had no chance of rising.

The mass-produced Nikkis spread out, pulling the triggers of their bazookas towards the monster engulfed in flames, still trying to stand up again.

Since the effectiveness of the rockets can be guaranteed, there is no need to waste bullets.

The rockets originally intended to attack bunkers and armored vehicles exploded on the carbon-based flesh and blood, the metallic jets piercing into the organs and bone marrow, bringing the flames into them and completely overwhelmed the monster's regenerative abilities!

How can flesh and blood compete with iron and fire?

"..."

When the tyrant stopped struggling, the Nikkis looked at each other. Marian took a deep breath and whispered:

"Let's move on..."

"No need."

Rhodes' voice suddenly interrupted, and he came up the stairs with a smile, holding a young man with a shaved head in his hand.

"Evacuate, Marian and all the Nikkis, our battle is over."

Chapter 391: The rain hasn't stopped and the fire has started

The countdown is over.

When the first muffled sound came from underground, the heavy rain suddenly stopped for half a second.

The solid ground slowly and inexorably rose and cracked, and a fiery flame tinged with a hint of pink and purple thunder gushed out from the cracks. The rain vaporized the moment it touched the flames, and the swirling mist was dotted with phosphorescent specks.

Violent chain tremors occurred one after another, completely destroying all the ground facilities and buildings, and knocking down the surrounding forest trees - but before the trees fell, the soldiers of the Army Without Borders had already begun planting bombs to erase all traces of their existence.

Standing beside the well-prepared convoy, Rhodes, wearing a raincoat, looked at the wreckage of the research facility that had collapsed in flames, letting the rain wet his unlit cigarette.

After a few seconds of melancholy, Rhode turned his head to look at Marian who was walking over and asked:

"What are our losses?"

"Eight killed, fifteen seriously injured, and many more slightly injured. The bodies have been recovered, and the wounded are receiving treatment... Our casualties are mainly concentrated in Tyrants and clone troopers. Their strength, speed, and even reaction speed surpass those of ordinary soldiers."

As Nikki spoke, she glanced at Dylan Faden, who was sitting in the back of the truck eating hamburgers and hot dogs. This unfortunate kid had never eaten properly from the outside world since he was caught, and now he felt like he was making up for his childhood trauma.

"Fortunately, we were wary of events in the other world, so we only caused some trouble and minor casualties. However, we were able to achieve considerable success in ambushing the enemy reinforcements."

Marian added that Nikki wasn't wearing a raincoat, but was holding an umbrella... She looked a little regretful. Noticing this, Rod's mouth curled up slightly. He took off his raincoat and took Marian into his arms, holding the same umbrella with her.

In the distant flickering firelight, Marianne clutched the handle of her umbrella and whispered:

"Also, according to reports, the ambush troops have experimentally employed AS mechas in small-scale combat. Their effectiveness against lightly armored forces in complex terrain is slightly better than we imagined."

"I understand... Marian, when you get on the train, tell Major Richard Wilfong to tire himself out a bit, prepare for the return trip, and select some soldiers in good condition to prepare for the enemy's counterattack."

Rod exhaled slowly, turned, and walked back to the truck. He took Dylan to the mass-produced Nikkis and asked the girls to keep an eye on him. Amid the young men's complaints, Rod jumped in the car and gave Marian a forced smile.