Chapter 210: Ohaï Town and the Original Body of Tutmos

Inside the cockpit of the Gull II.

Leon, two pilots and a gunner, could not discern from visual observation what exactly had happened to Deimos; everything appeared normal on the surface.

One pilot stared at the screen ahead, performed some operations, and reported to Leon: "The nearby communications seem to be under some interference; we cannot contact the outside world normally, and even we cannot reach Kreg and the surface colonies."

However, at the moment Deimos went silent, the company should have detected the situation, but… Sir, what is your order?

After speaking, the pilot turned his head to look at Leon standing behind him.

"What else could cause chaos on Deimos, which hosts a large UNSC presence, besides an anomaly? Take us inside," Leon said without hesitation.

"Yes, Sir."

Upon receiving the order, the pilots immediately maneuvered the Gull II to enter Deimos directly, and the gunner used his helmet to link to the weapon system, putting the transport aircraft into combat‑ready mode instantly.

The Gull II smoothly passed through the air valve, entered the interior's small hangar, allowing Leon and the others in the cockpit to clearly see the hangar's current state.

They saw a large number of 'survivors' gathered on the tarmac.

There were civilians in plain clothes, apparently crew who followed a mining ship here, as well as more UNSC civilian personnel and ground staff responsible for the hangar.

They are called 'survivors' because a group of well‑equipped UNSC elite, wearing Mechanical exoskeletons and carrying pulse firearms, are using the terrain to hold the tunnel entrance leading into Deimos, blocking anomalous creatures from invading the hangar.

Tap! Tap tap!

The elites coordinated fire suppression, pouring Shellless Pulse Ammo from their magazines at the zombie‑like creatures gathered in the passage.

As the pilot lowered the Gull II, Leon in the cockpit could observe the 'zombies' continuously attempting to breach the defense line.

The 'zombies' wore tattered clothes, revealing they were once human, but unlike the stiff‑moving, skin‑rotting zombies infected by the T‑virus.

Their skin remained intact, hair sparse, faces somewhat distorted, and their eyes were filled with an eerie red glow.

Although their gait was staggered and as uncoordinated as T‑virus zombies, some of the UNSC‑equipped guys actually knew how to use their MA‑series guns to fight back.

Their accuracy left much to be desired, but that still showed they differed from mindless zombies.

An unlucky UNSC elite took a direct shot to the chest.

But the shot only made the elite's body shudder; he retreated to the rear, sitting on the ground gasping, apparently unscathed.

Seeing this.

"Tell those UNSC troops to watch their step, then sweep the tunnel with the cannon in one go," Leon ordered.

"Yes." The pilot used the speaker mounted on the right side of the nose to warn the UNSC elites to take cover.

In fact, as the warning was spoken, the elites had already adjusted their positions via the Gull II's airframe, having guessed Leon's intent.

Then the elites unhesitatingly moved away from the tunnel, giving the gunner a clear firing environment.

Seeing the elites cooperate so well, the gunner naturally seized the perfect chance and pulled the red trigger on the control stick.

Immediately…

"Teng! Teng!"

The 25mm chain pulse cannon mounted under the nose blasted the guys trying to surge out of the tunnel.

In an instant, the gunner cleared the tunnel 'clean'; no anomalous creature remained standing.

As for the bloodstains, flesh chunks, and organs littering the tunnel, they were anything but clean.

After helping the UNSC elites overcome the immediate problem, the two pilots maneuvered the Gull II for landing, and Leon left the cockpit to return to the cabin.

"Sir." Shirley stepped forward from her seat and asked, "What's the situation? The support?"

Leon drew from his quick‑draw holster a pistol with the magazine mounted on the outside of the grip, the barrel looking like a suppressed handgun.

He inspected the battery‑shaped magazine, closed the safety, and slipped it back into the holster, saying to Shirley in a low voice:

"The situation is severe and seems linked to a case I investigated years ago; we'll need to ask the UNSC outside for details."

Speaking, Leon walked to the equipment locker on the right side of the cabin and entered his personal staff password to unlock it.

The locker door opened, revealing four sets of simple ballistic armor and two first‑aid kits marked with a red‑white cross for Shirley.

"Put it on." Leon handed a set of armor to Shirley.

"Got it." Shirley replied, taking the armor.

"We've lost contact with the outside, but support should be en route, so before it arrives we need to investigate exactly what we're facing."

Leon explained while taking off another set of armor.

After dressing, he opened a first‑aid kit, took out four cans of bio‑foam, strapped two to his tactical belt, and handed the other two to Shirley.

Having also tidied her gear and checked her pulse pistol, Shirley followed Leon toward the tail.

Reaching the tail, the pilot lowered the hatch for the two of them.

Just as they were about to exit the cabin, the survivors who had been waiting outside swarmed around them, urgently asking:

"Support? Where is the support?"

"Is there only one transport aircraft?"

Although the survivors were eager for answers and to leave quickly, order remained, and the hatch was not blocked shut.

After all, the vast majority were UNSC civilian soldiers.

At this moment.

Three UNSC elites moved through the crowd, and the first one thanked Leon and Shirley: "Lieutenant Hicks Dawn of UNSC Special Operations, thank you for the fire support."

"Umbrella Armed Division, Leon S. Kennedy, assisting allies is our duty," Leon replied with a faint smile.

Umbrella's private forces are no longer unusual, and they maintain close cooperation with the UNSC, which explains why the lieutenant and the UNSC Special Forces elites had no doubts when they saw the armed Gull II.

"Lieutenant." Leon got straight to the point: "Support will arrive soon, but I want to know what happened to Deimos."

"Ah… I'm not clear on the details either." The lieutenant sighed heavily and replied, "I only know the fortress fell in an instant, in a single moment…"

Communications failed, and former comrades mutated into mindless monsters; my team and I had no time for confusion, we had to carve a bloody path to break out, and we also rescued a group of people who hadn't lost their sanity.

However, I think many survivors still remain inside the fortress; with only our firepower and ammunition we can't do much.

"An instant?" Leon asked again, "Exactly how fast was it?"

"More than ten minutes ago the fortress was still fine; more than ten minutes later… we're standing here…" the lieutenant shook his head helplessly and said.

"More than ten minutes? Fine, I understand…"

"Lieutenant!! Situation!"

Suddenly, a UNSC elite guarding the tunnel entrance let out an urgent, throat‑ripping shout, cutting off Leon's words.

Hearing that, the lieutenant could not continue his talk with Leon and hurriedly led two subordinates away from the tail of the Fisher Gull II.

Leon and Shirley also drew their pistols and followed the lieutenant toward the tunnel entrance to check the situation.

The few of them pushed through the crowd, bypassed the Fisher Gull II, and arrived at the tunnel entrance on the platform.

Tap! Tap tap!

The elite stationed here had already exchanged fire with a new wave of creatures trying to surge out of the tunnel; Shirley, who had just joined the defense, finally saw the abnormal beings.

Moreover, unlike the earlier zombie‑like ones, this new batch had well‑developed muscles, reddened skin, more grotesque faces and bodies, and even tiny horn‑like bones sprouting from their temples.

They moved swiftly and knew how to handle firearms proficiently.

The elite needed more than ten, perhaps even more, Shellless Pulse Ammo to effectively kill one of them.

But as a competent intel officer, Shirley was neither overly surprised nor hesitant; she raised her gun and helped the elite eliminate the abnormal creatures.

Pop~pop!

At this moment, the dense barrage also intermingled with dazzling red beams.

The source of those beams was Leon's specially shaped laser pistol, whose magazine was a battery and which MTF had nicknamed a "flashlight."

Though dubbed a "flashlight," Leon's attacks were the most effective.

Moreover, after seeing those creatures clearly, Leon was even more convinced that this anomaly was definitely linked to the demon he encountered six years ago in Ohae Town.

Those abnormal beings were none other than demons transformed from humans!

Boom————!

At that moment, a faintly visible "wave" of energy, from behind, pierced their bodies and rushed toward the tunnel, as if to swallow the entire Deimos.

The demons also hit by the "wave" were not as unharmed as Leon and his group; half of them froze in place, then…

Pfft! Pff!

Then their bodies exploded from the inside out, spraying blood and flesh onto the bewildered comrades around them who couldn't make sense of the situation.

???

Leon and his group were also stunned.

When the "wave" pierced their bodies, they clearly felt warmth—why did it cause the demons' bodies to explode?

"Zzz… zzz…" At the same time, the UNSC elite's comms emitted a harsh static.

The static lasted less than three seconds, then returned to normal, and a deep, resonant voice said:

"All surviving humans, do not panic, do not be afraid; support has arrived. I am Sui Bian's son, and also Magnus, the OriginalBody of Tutmos. I will lead my father's offspring to rescue everyone."

"Roar… roar!!!"

As the self‑proclaimed OriginalBody Magnus finished speaking, the demons gathered in the tunnel seemed to hear the words and let out endless upward roars, as if challenging Magnus.

Yet a close look reveals their legs trembling, clearly outwardly strong but internally weak, fearing the OriginalBody Magnus.

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