Chapter 283: Vaccine and Hell

Two Divine Bodies escorted, and a Spiritual Energy shield repelled the plasma cannon battery, allowing the Thunder formation to approach each target in near‑unimpeded succession.

The thermal melt ray pierced the ship's outer armor.

Relying on an alpha‑grade titanium alloy hull, it barreled straight into the supercarrier, unloading the Honor Guard and Astate legion led by Rus and Angelong to carry out a plundering mission.

This thirty‑kilometer‑long supercarrier is six times the size of a human Zeus‑class vessel.

Facing such a colossal object, the OriginalBodies naturally followed their father's "take everything" style, preparing to claim the remaining sixteen supercarriers as their own.

The four brothers fought fiercely while Robert commanded the entire mixed fleet, assisted by Kaise and UNSC General Carter, to jointly defeat the Ghost‑faced Beast joint fleet.

Confronted with Divine Bodies comparable to gods, every flagship was either destroyed or seized by Rus and Angelong…

In the end, the joint fleet was utterly defeated; only a hundred ships managed to open jump portals and slip into Rift Space to escape.

The remaining warships were either destroyed by humanity's signature railgun or plundered in a jump raid, becoming Robert, John and their spoils.

The fate of these spoils will be disassembly and retrofit for human use.

For severely damaged ships up to five kilometers in size, Umbrella wouldn't mind refurbishing them and reselling to elite allies, returning to its old arms‑dealing trade.

Among the captives are tens of thousands of Huragok engineers, also potential human allies.

Eliminating the joint fleet, the last hope, the Covenant Empire became a thing of the past.

As for the fourteen star systems now occupied…

Although it will further disperse human population density, given Sui Bian's nature, it is still impossible to discard.

Since they are already seized, Sui Bian plans to turn these fourteen star systems, along with neighboring ones, into border fortresses to carve up the chaotic star region.

They will serve not only as military strongholds but also as hubs for transport, trade and cultural exchange, as the Sangheliot clan's homeworld remains outside human influence for now.

Moreover, Sui Bian intends to expand Robert's original application, dispatching large numbers of reservists to the border fortresses.

This will give recruits excellent real‑combat experience and bolster the border's military strength.

He thought of this.

Watching the heated discussion, Sui Bian murmured to himself, "Looks like it's time to delineate the star sectors."

Human territory, though minuscule compared to a galaxy whose star chart spans 200,000 light‑years in diameter, still reaches 900 light‑years.

Currently, only Honor Iron Fist, Tuthmos and Steel Hand have established garrisons; other legions patrol the entire human domain.

The spatial planning of the border fortresses made Sui Bian realize that the timing is ripe to disperse legions, along with Krig, the UNSC fleet and ground forces, across designated star sectors.

His sons will then assume supreme command, improving response efficiency against Xenomorph invasion and Rift Space rampage, since as humanity grows, the trend toward bulkiness is inevitable.

Fortunately, humanity…

No, it should be Sui Bian himself; with two loyal AIs, he can maintain societal and economic stability and efficiently handle all matters.

As for the legion's mature G‑gland, it will be fully transferred to Luna Base; recruiting and training Astate recruits will remain unchanged, still handled by the Moon.

He pondered briefly.

Sui Bian thought again, "The border fortress can be assigned to John, Robert excels at management, Arcadia, Meisi Ruiyin… still need detailed planning."

"Oh! Mr. Sui! Chairman!! Great! Hahaha!!"

At that moment, the Plague Doctor's ecstatic shout interrupted Sui Bian's contemplation.

?

He looked toward the source of the shout.

He saw the Plague Doctor, followed by Klaus and elite security, burst from the crowd and stride toward him, exclaiming loudly with ecstatic joy:

"With the ideas provided by the managers… finally! finally! I can finally complete the real vaccine!"

As he approached.

"Oh?" Sui Bian asked with interest, "Then, doctor, according to you, once the real vaccine is finished, does that mean humanity will no longer have to worry about influences from Rift Space?"

"No." The Plague Doctor shook his head, curbing his laughter, and said:

"Vaccines can only prevent; if a person's desire leads them to willingly embrace the plague, even injecting countless vaccines will be of no use."

Hearing this reply, Sui Bian smiled faintly and remarked, "Desire… that's also an important component of humanity.

By the way, doctor, the company has obtained a batch of materials; after you fully complete the vaccine, try developing it for our allies as well."

The so‑called materials are actually elite corpses killed by a Ghost‑faced Beast ambush.

Since they are now allies, ensuring they don't easily become the evil god's playthings is also within Sui Bian's considerations.

As for the Iron Blood clan, Umbrella has extremely detailed data, but before considering their safety, the human vaccine must be completed first.

Although he greatly respects the manager's selflessness, regarding caring for all races, Sui Bian holds the opposite stance.

As long as, in subjective consciousness, someone wishes to wage genocide against humanity, Sui Bian will "counter‑treat them".

Like the Prophet clan.

Robert, using the precise coordinates supplied by the City of Charity, "penetrated deep inland", then dropped a nova‑class nuclear bomb on the Prophet homeworld.

The remaining Prophets will be hunted by elite who also bear a genocidal grudge.

"Of course that's fine, I was worrying about having nothing to do, haha, let's go, Jack, hurry up!!"

The Plague Doctor waved his hand behind him and hurried away from the testing ground, apparently eager to continue his research.

Seeing this, Klaus first saluted Sui Bian, "Apologies, sir."

Then he led the elite security to follow the Plague Doctor, escorting the eccentric doctor.

Sui Bian raised his hand in return, said little, glanced at the Plague Doctor and others; as soon as he lowered his hand, Bai Hou beside him showed confusion and spoke up:

"Chairman, according to the memory storage's narrated guidance, based on my calculations, until Dr. Wang and his team fully master artificial suns and astro‑scale architecture and put them into use will take at least thirty years.

If they choose to upload the data directly, the company can turn theory into a real product in just four years, or even less."

Hearing that.

Sui Bian, in a joking tone, clarified for his two secretaries, "Perhaps the manager doesn't want humanity to get something for free, haha.

Look at Dr. Wang and BoKen's eager expressions; you can tell they prefer this method to spark creativity and the desire to win."

"Humans really are strange," the White Queen said suddenly.

"…" Even the Red Queen nodded lightly to echo the White Queen's words.

"…" Sui Bian merely gave a light laugh without speaking.

In fact, after more than seventy years of continual upgrades, the "humanization" trend of the Red and White Queens has become increasingly evident, yet a gulf still separates them from genuine humans.

He was conversing with his two secretaries.

His gaze also swept over the crowd, lingering for several seconds on Zigler Kaichi, the blond with a ponytail and side‑swept bangs.

Whenever Sui Bian saw the other, he was reminded of the "muscle‑bound father" who dwells in the Hell plane, slaughtering demons.

Zigler devoted himself entirely to the field of nanotechnology, assisting BoKen at the Peru Center with various experiments and research, aiming to extend overall human lifespan so that she and her family could wait for their father's return.

Nowadays, Kaichi's family is thriving.

Apart from Zigler, who remains solitary due to work, her older sister already has a house full of descendants, and her mother now needs help caring for a pile of "bratty kids."

However, exactly sixty years have passed since the twelve‑year‑old "Gate of Hell" incident.

Although Sui Bian firmly believes that D-1999 is "full of vigor," Spiritual Perception tells him that Zigler, standing nearby with a seemingly normal demeanor, is constantly worried about how his father is doing…

…

"No…don't…! Let me go!"

The extremely humble plea echoed through a spacious, grand hall with a distinctly dark Gothic style.

Crimson "moonlight" streamed in through gaps between a row of stone pillars on the right, illuminating the space while also reflecting the floor tiles littered with corpses and blood.

At the far end of the hall lay the source of the plea.

A massive, bright‑red‑skinned demon with a human torso, goat legs, and a bull's head slumped on the ground, repeatedly uttering pleas unbefitting its appearance while its arms and legs flailed backward until its back pressed against the wall.

No way to retreat.

The one forcing the demon to lose its demonic dignity was a middle‑aged human male with stubble and short hair.

This "man" wore an old‑model CMC‑400 power armor made by Umbrella, its paint heavily peeled and scarred, yet the two cylindrical cold‑fusion reactors on his chest appeared to have been replaced recently.

In his right hand he grasped a specially made Chain Sword whose rotating chain emitted a "Bzz…bzz…" roar.

"Roar…"

Behind the man came a disdainful low growl.

Looking around.

It turned out to be the highly decorated T-02 Stalker, an Umbrella "veteran" who had once torn apart a giant centipede with his bare hands.

Around the Stalker stood four gray‑skinned T-106 Tyrants.

The restraining gear worn by the Stalker and the Tyrants—resembling old‑style trench coats—was, like the man's CMC armor, riddled with scars and congealed bloodstains, utterly dilapidated.

Moreover, each of them carried a large silver equipment crate on their backs, containing the few remaining replaceable cold‑fusion reactors and various melee weapons.

The pleading demon, the barren hellscape outside the palace hall, and everything else pointed to that man, who was the object of Zigler's long‑standing yearning—a figure who had fought in the Hell plane for over half a century, his fury never ceasing—

D-1999.

At this moment.

The demon watched D-1999, whose face showed extreme anger as it approached, and with a trembling voice tried to communicate:

"Spare me…I beg you, spare me! I am the last of the seventy‑two Pillar Gods of Hell; if you kill even me, do you know what that would mean?!"

Yet D-1999's steps did not slow at all; it said nothing, maintaining an expression that made normal communication impossible.

Immediately, the desperate demon saw D-1999 raise its right hand, and the chain of the Chain Sword in its hand suddenly accelerated…

In a fit of rage it shouted loudly, "You incomprehensible madman!! Kill me, kill the last Pillar God, and Hell will cease to exist! You will die too! You will die!"

As those words left his mouth, they finally had some effect; seeing D-1999's form freeze and its expression shift from anger to calm, the demon couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying:

"Hahaha! So you do get scared sometimes? Who would have thought, you bastard we call the Hell Terminator (DoomSlayer), actually get scared…"

"Hahaha!"

However, D-1999 let out an even more boisterous laugh, cutting off the demon's rambling, fully releasing the emotions it had suppressed.

???

D-1999's abnormal behavior left the demon bewildered.

Then.

"Buzz! —Click! Pop! Pop‑crack!!"

"No! No! Ugh…"

Still laughing, D-1999 swung the Chain Sword down forcefully, cleaving the last Pillar God in half from the exact center of the demon's skull, a method brutally cruel.

The scene was utterly unsuitable for any demon to witness; organs roiled unbound, blood spurted everywhere, splashing onto D-1999's power armor.

The demon was executed.

D-1999 only then gradually subdued its laughter, staring at a pool of corpses.

"Thud, thud."

The Stalker and the Tyrants also followed him with heavy steps, marching to the plaza outside the palace.

It was a plaza strewn with demon corpses.

Silence.

The demons here had been completely exterminated, all seventy‑two Pillar Gods were wiped out one by one, and during the endless half‑century‑long slaughter they had also lost more than half of the T-106 Tyrants.

At this moment.

D-1999 stood still, gazing up at the blood‑red night sky devoid of stars, feeling its fury gradually subside.

And the crimson moon hanging in the night sky began to crack from the death of all the Pillar Gods, its collapse unstable and fragmenting.

"Boom…rumble…!" The ground began to tremble.

D-1999 looked into the distance.

Only a void was seen, a darkness from which even light could not escape, like a tsunami that devours everything, rapidly collapsing and destroying the entire Hell plane.

"Roar…!"

The Stalker, who was also gazing into the distance, faced the world‑shattering scene, stammered, but said calmly:

"Destroy… Hell… Mission complete…"

"Yeah, old buddy." At this moment, D-1999, who hadn't spoken a word in decades, actually echoed the Stalker, his tone relieved, saying:

"Our mission is complete; I truly hope we can see our daughters again, see Na Ta…"

Before D-1999 could finish, the void already swallowed them.

With the five senses gone, he, who hadn't slept in decades, finally could close his blood‑veined eyes and fully relax his vigilance.

"I can finally rest properly for a while…" he thought.

He didn't know how long had passed.

"Uncle? Are you okay? Wake up."

Suddenly, a youthful‑voiced question reached his ears.

(End of chapter)