Chapter 217: Through the Hell Gate

As the OriginalBody's words fell, the D-class personnel only felt a buzzing in their ears; moreover, having shortly witnessed various things beyond their comprehension, they were on the verge of collapse.

And that loud-mouthed OriginalBody was Rus, who led the Space Wild Wolves.

Its powered armor leaned Viking-style, black as the base, with gray-blue and yellow alternating; the most distinctive feature was the left shoulder pad deliberately carved into a ferocious wolf face baring its fangs.

On either side of his waist were attached a sword and an axe that only an OriginalBody could wield; under the dock's lights, the blades reflected a cold, azure light.

Like all his brothers, Rus's Wolf King Armor, the frost sword and frost axe at his waist were forged by Hephestus.

Moreover, whenever the Artisan God forged weapons and armor for an OriginalBody, that OriginalBody had to be present.

Because during the forging process, the weapons and armor would draw large amounts of Spiritual Energy from the OriginalBody, transforming them into true divine weapons.

However, the armor Hephestus forged for an OriginalBody is an outer shell; combined with the nest-produced nanosuit, fusion reactor, and many other precision components, it becomes a true OriginalBody powered armor.

The detachable outer armor and exclusive weapons can also be enlarged according to the OriginalBody's will, becoming the external armor and weapons of their DivineBody.

As for the 'reward' Rus told the D-class personnel about, it's not really a lie, for Umbrella does give material rewards to cooperating D-class personnel to a certain extent.

Whether they can live to enjoy the reward is uncertain.

D-class personnel deemed absolute scum either are used in experiments or have close contact with unknown-property anomalies for company staff.

Since the company's 'Deathseekers Agreement' established after 2000 clearly does not apply to such scum, Rus naturally feels no pity for the D-class personnel on the brink of collapse before him.

Seeing Rus release his left hand with a slight controlled push, the man who had just been shouting in collapse flew completely away from his side, landing with a 'plop' back among the D-class personnel.

Crack!

At the same time, a bone-breaking sound came that made the D-class personnel's teeth ache.

Ah… save me… my leg… leg…

Then came the painful groans that made the D-class personnel even more terrified.

Even if Rus were 'careful,' how could an ordinary human withstand an OriginalBody's push? The mere fracture of his left shin shows that guy's luck was truly good.

'Kid, you're increasing my workload—even if they're beyond help, they can still contribute to humanity as patients.'

At this moment, the Plague Doctor stepped forward, educating Rus while taking out a splint and bandage from a black pouch, half-crouching beside the man to treat him.

The Plague Doctor's treatment seemed simple but was highly effective; soon the man felt no pain and could even rise on his own.

Seeing this, Magnus, also present, ordered his subordinate Tute Mosī: 'Assist the doctor and the on-site technicians, and get the D-class personnel ready.'

'Assist the brother unit.' Rus also issued orders to the Space Wild Wolves.

'Yes.' The metallic response of the Astate echoed in the minor port.

Guarded by two OriginalBodies and over a hundred Astate, the already dazed D-class personnel nearly lost all capacity to think, let alone harbor any thoughts of escape.

Next, this group of scum, together with several technicians from the Destroyer, took off their prison uniforms and donned simple mechanical exoskeletons and protective gear with filtration function.

But when all D-class personnel put on their helmets, the Plague Doctor also produced from the pouch a large number of disposable syringes filled with 'red potion.'

First, the syringes were handed to the on-site technicians; the Plague Doctor then personally demonstrated by injecting into the neck of the leg-fractured D-class personnel.

The technicians followed closely, completing the 'red potion' injection for all D-class personnel, helping them put on their helmets properly, then having them carry equipment boxes of various sizes and models.

All preparations made.

Elite security from Lockford Island stood by here, while Stalkers and six Tyrants continued to escort, together with over a hundred D-class personnel passing through the Hell Gate to proceed to the unknown Hell plane.

Seeing the last D-class personnel depart, Rus, standing at the front of the Hell Gate, said to Magnus beside him:

'Brother, your champions can carve through demon hordes; I think this Hell holds nothing to fear—we should just charge straight into Hell.'

'We must hold reverence for all the unknown, brother; ignorance isn't scary, arrogance is, and we don't understand Hell.'

Having said this, Magnus turned his head to glance at Rus, whose helmet was likewise deployed, paused, then continued:

'If you just led your troops into Hell and the Hell Gate suddenly sealed, how would you return? Wouldn't you and your wolves be trapped in Hell?'

After his words fell, Rus said nothing more about 'carving through Hell.'

Although Rus always seems single-minded, that doesn't mean he's truly stupid; he just doesn't want to think, since solving everything with force is simple, efficient, and requires no brain.

This also caused Rus to gradually become conceited, believing no one could match him except his brothers and father.

Having realized this, Rus openly admitted: 'You're right, brother; it seems my attitude really is out of line—I'll buy you a drink when we get back!'

Hearing that, Magnus gave a faint smile, shook his head, then looked toward the not‑far Plague Doctor and asked: 'Doctor, what exactly is the injection you gave the D-class personnel?'

'A vaccine.' The Plague Doctor tidied his white coat, gazed at the scene beyond the Hell Gate, and said: 'It's a vaccine still far from the expected effect, but it won't completely rob patients of their thoughts—counts as a major breakthrough, perfect for testing its efficacy in this Hell.'

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During the conversation between the OriginalBody and the Plague Doctor,

The other side of the Hell Gate.

"Jesus Christ…… this environment is literally Hell."

Standing on this desert with a blood‑sky and cracked, barren land, the last D‑class personnel who had crossed the Hell Gate couldn't help but exclaim.

Moreover, in the wind that kicked up sand and gravel, there were mingled wails and howls.

"Submit…"

"Revere…"

When the sandstorm swept all around, a clearer whisper came.

It seemed as if everything here was assaulting their minds, trying to make them willingly throw themselves into Hell's 'embrace'.

But the D‑class personnel, as if they hadn't heard, went about doing the tasks Umbrella had given them.

"Everyone! First set up communications for that bunch…… that lot! Finish the task quickly and get back—I don't want to die here, and I suppose you don't either!"

A D‑class personnel squad leader shouted loudly.

To this, everyone had no objection.

Immediately, many D‑class personnel carrying large equipment boxes placed them around the Hell Gate, opened them, and, following the instructions on the box lids, began to set up a wired communications base for Umbrella here.

(End of chapter)