Chapter 136

Victor is definitely dead.

Whether it was the helmet scan results or the OriginalBodies' own judgment, it confirmed that Victor had been completely eradicated.

The plasma shoulder cannon never disappoints.

Temperatures of tens of millions of degrees are enough to destroy any flesh-and-blood body; even vampires that have evolved through the blood demon's 'blessing,' and even those illusory 'spirit bodies,' need to keep their distance from the plasma cannon bolts.

So from beginning to end, the OriginalBodies never regarded Victor as a threat; what truly put them on guard was that blood demon.

The mound of human corpses, the blood pool filled with the blood of a thousand people, and the vampires and werewolves that used the blood pool to complete their evolution—all these details indicate that Victor's hastily held sacrificial ritual seemed to have succeeded.

"Ha-ha-ha."

Suddenly, a robust laughter that could not be accurately described seemed to transmit into the OriginalBodies' ears from multiple angles.

However, this kind of mysterious trick would never cause the OriginalBodies to panic.

"God's Chosen? That weak little thing actually calls itself the God's Chosen? Hahaha, it's absolutely ridiculous!"

"That little thing, and its species, are merely products I created out of boredom."

"It" seemed to be mocking Victor, who had already been wiped out by the OriginalBodies.

Furthermore, the key information the OriginalBodies gleaned from between the lines was that 'it' had created the vampire race, and the creator of the werewolf race seemed to be 'it' as well.

Blood demon.

Only the blood demon is qualified to say those words.

"Then again, you guys." Suddenly, the blood demon, whose laughter had subsided, spoke to the OriginalBodies in a very "sincere" tone:

"Unlike those little trash, you powerful ones can easily tear apart any living thing and crush anything that dares to block you."

"Do you enjoy the thrill of slaughter? Do you greatly enjoy the power to control life and death?"

"Crave it! Crave slaughter and blood! Submit to me, and you will gain unparalleled power, becoming true God's Chosen!"

The blood demon's words were filled with endless temptation.

Unrestrained slaughter.

Controlling others' life and death.

Becoming the true God's Chosen.

No matter who, there seems to be no reason to refuse.

"Get out." Robert, without even thinking, angrily shouted: "Since you call yourself a god, if you have the guts, get out and face us!"

"A cowardly, timid god." Kelakesi added.

"Trash." Even the taciturn John couldn't help but curse.

The remaining brothers were all filled with contempt and anger.

They scorned becoming any kind of God's Chosen.

Gods aren't anything special, nor are they exalted beings above others—this is what their father once taught them.

As for the thrill of slaughter?

They had never thought about it.

Every violent kill was for humanity, for Umbrella, and for their father.

Their anger stemmed from the fact that this blood demon actually wanted them to betray their father and submit to it.

Courting death!

"Oh?" the blood demon's tone sounded somewhat confused.

Obviously, it hadn't expected the OriginalBodies' will to be so steadfast.

Immediately afterward, the blood demon continued: "Well, that little thing called Victor has already opened a passage to reality for me, so I'll just use the most direct means to make you submit."

The words echoing around the OriginalBodies' ears had just faded.

"Whoosh~——!" The blood in the blood pool surged again, then formed a counterclockwise vortex.

At this moment, the blood level in the blood pool rapidly dropped, and the eerie blood light became even more glaring.

"Boom—!" Finally, the blood dried up and vanished, and a blood-colored light pillar shot straight up to the cavern ceiling above the altar.

"Howl——~!" The howl of a ferocious beast came from within the light pillar.

Accompanying the roar, large numbers of dog-like abnormal creatures poured out of the light pillar.

These demon-like canine beasts were massive, standing at least three meters tall, with blood-red scale armor, fangs, and claws.

"Brothers! For father!!!"

"For father!!"

The OriginalBodies all let out metallic-sounding battle cries.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!!" The explosive rounds went full blast.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The shoulder cannon, with automatic aim engaged, fired plasma cannon bolt after plasma cannon bolt.

In an instant.

"Pu! Pu!" Standard explosive rounds shredded and exploded the beasts' bodies.

And the "Viper" explosive rounds loaded with high-concentration alien blood, upon detonating when striking the beasts' bodies, burst forth a green, strong-acid mist.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The beasts that passed through the mist quickly lost mobility due to strong-acid corrosion, eventually turning into a foul-smelling black puddle like the mutated vampires and werewolves.

Judging from the current situation, ten OriginalBodies managed to suppress the charge of nearly a hundred canine beasts.

But these true-demon canine beasts were far more difficult to deal with than the mutated werewolves.

Furthermore, they continued to pour out endlessly from the light pillar, launching relentless assaults on the line formed by the OriginalBodies.

The distance between the two sides gradually closed.

"Click!" At that moment, Robert, standing at the front, fired an empty magazine.

Howl! and a canine beast had already bared its bloody maw, charging toward Robert's position.

Pfft! the canine beast's head was crushed and burst.

Splat! its body turned into a puddle of black water that spilled onto the ground.

If it were an ordinary human, they would have no way of knowing what just happened.

But the other OriginalBody brothers, using their peripheral vision, clearly saw Robert leisurely raise his right hand, and with a single palm he gripped the canine beast's skull and crushed it.

After dealing with that canine beast, Robert did not choose to replace the magazine, but instead attached the burst‑loss gun to his back.

With his hands free, he gripped the hilt of the flaming sword with his left hand and simultaneously flicked his right hand.

Whoosh! the raging flames once again engulfed the sword blade.

Buzz! his right wrist also extended two slender projections, emitting red light as energy wrist blades.

Brothers! Teach this horde of demons what fear means!

Robert roared and at the same moment charged toward the dense pack of canine beasts, and then…

Pfft——! Slice——!

Then a bloody rain and fishy wind quickly rose.

Robert slaughtered every canine beast within sight at a speed invisible to the ordinary human eye.

Any canine beast struck by the flaming sword would be instantly consumed by flames, and the double‑edged energy wrist blade could just as easily reap them.

Die! Die!

Get back to hell!

Seeing Robert begin his "warm‑up", the other brothers likewise holstered their burst‑loss guns and drew their energy wrist blades to join the slaughter.

Rou——!

John even hurled the spear of fear into the densest cluster of canine beasts.

Any canine beast pierced by the spear was engulfed in dark‑red flames, and both corpse and soul were forcibly sent back.

The situation instantly reversed.

Though the canine beast army seemed endless, it could not withstand the melee assault of ten OriginalBody beings.

In fact, equipping the OriginalBody with burst‑loss guns, shoulder cannons, and boomerangs as ranged weapons was merely to keep them entertained before engaging the enemy.

Combined with the Thor's Hammer that increases reaction speed fivefold, and the wrist blade powered by a nuclear fusion reactor, what should have been the demon's canine beasts instead turned out to be what is truly…

Demon.

(End of chapter)