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Chapter 251

At the smashed main entrance, Colonel Sergey, who was sitting on a huge tank, walked in first. Next to him were the elite forces of the nine Umbrella biochemical reaction units. It's a black group of 'biochemical monsters'

"According to the plan, your mission is to take down the library. Without any preparations to keep your hands, all living creatures in this school are allowed to open fire!"

Colonel Sergey gave an order ruthlessly, and Umbrella's elite troops immediately sneaked into the shadows like bats, and they started their own hunting wearing powered exoskeletons at all costs.

As for the biochemical monsters behind him, Sergey's order was even simpler.

Kill, except for those who have been marked, whoever sees it will kill!

These BOWs can't execute overly complicated commands, and giving them the simplest kill and no-kill commands is the most efficient way to deal with them.

More than 40 hunters jumped into Kassel's school. These monsters like magnified lizards are nothing alone, but the destructive power of collective action can be said to be quite a headache.

As a colonel of the former Soviet Union, Sergey has a very clear function of BOW. The main battlefield of these monsters is and must be street fighting, and this dark and cut-off campus will be the best hunting ground for BOW.

Sergey kept two 'Ivan' tyrants by his side to guard, and all the other tyrants were scattered in all directions of the campus, carrying out the same purpose as Raccoon City.

And the last tracker, the weapons carried by this tracker are no longer Vulcan and RPG.

His body was agitated by bizarre sarcomas, more bloated and deformed than the one in Raccoon City. Wrapped in a straitjacket with a stuffy nose, I can feel the 'something' that is constantly beating and jumping in my chest and abdomen

That face was covered by a weird and huge triangular helmet, which gave the tracker a weirder religious feeling than an advanced biochemical weapon.

This tracker is an unstable test product. Compared with the one placed in Raccoon City, he has entered several viruses that are still in the experimental stage.

He has a honeycomb rocket launcher on his shoulder, a large 20mm cannon in his hand, and a huge unraveling alloy machete in the other hand.

To be honest, even Sergey himself felt... very weird about this thing.

This thing is the last experimental product sent by the Paris Institute before it is about to collapse. It is said to have more mature, stable and powerful power than the one in Raccoon City. The only problem is...

Once started, there is no possibility of stopping.

Such a weapon that is not very suitable and difficult to control in all aspects, Sergey's placement of him is naturally very simple.

Attack Odin Hall frontally, see what, kill what!

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Tokyo Arasaka Building

After solving the problems of the maternity house and repair, Xiao D hurried back. As soon as he entered the top floor, he took off his 'disguise' and entered the secret office.

"Mu Feng! He Xiu is finished, the next thing..."

Xiao D's words choked on his lips. Sitting on the desk was not Mu Feng, who worked hard as always, but a person who Xiao D didn't want to see very much.

Wearing the dark JK school uniform on her body highlights her slender and beautiful figure, her black silk legs that are slightly bowed show a beautiful curve, and the moonlight falls down her long dark hair, making her look like a moon night elf. beauty.

"Long time no see, Yoshida-san."

Yan Ye turned her head slightly, and her beautiful face opened a friendly smile.

"It doesn't take long, it's just a year...two years."

Xiao D was stunned for a moment, then walked over generously and looked at his 'rival in love' calmly

She is no longer the cowardly trash who accomplished nothing more than two years ago, and being able to play the role of 'Arasaka Saburo' so perfectly is enough to show her growth.

Of course, this is the same for Yan Ye.

After a year of training in Kassel, as well as more than a year of growth in knowledge and training in Mu Feng's hands, Gui Yanye, who was timid and fearful of everything in the past, is a thing of the past.

People always have to learn to grow, and they must also learn to change. On this long road, they want to walk side by side with the people they are eager to chase, and it is impossible to remain the same.

"And don't call me classmates. We're not students anymore."

"Strictly speaking, I'm still a student~~~"

Yan Ye Qiao smiled sweetly and blinked her eyes softly.

"I'm a JD now~~~ Although I'm busy every day either practicing swordsmanship or learning how to cut people."

Her dark eyes suddenly turned into a pair of golden colors under the night, containing a fiery heat like a molten fire, like a molten golden throne, extremely noble.

Little D is not afraid of this kind of action that seems to be under the horse. When the fruit ability was turned on, navy blue scales covered her body like armor, and she entered a 'half-dragon'-like posture almost instantly.

It was more like a dragon's eye than Yan Ye, the dark golden reptile vertical pupil looked straight at the golden pupil without fear, and there seemed to be some invisible sparks stirring in the air.

After understanding each other's roots, the two stopped this provocative action almost at the same time.

The brief confrontation ended here. Both sides clearly understood the bottom line between themselves and Mu Feng, and whether to fight or not must be within the well-defined range.

"Where is Mu Feng? I still have work to do on my side, waiting for him to decide!"

Xiao D said very strongly, but this anxiety cannot be faked.

Things are really big, and we need someone who can make up our minds.

The death of maternity house and self-cultivation means the disappearance of the prime minister of a country. Neon is not a small country, even if it is incomparably 'small' compared to its former suzerain and its neighbors, it is the country with the largest territory in Europe.

Population, economy, strength, an existence that can rank among the top ten in the world cannot be considered a 'small' country. Of course, many times the children are compared.

And the leader of such a developed country has suddenly disappeared. Such a thing can't be bigger.

Fortunately, they were well prepared, and the power of Arasaka Security's infiltration into the neon political arena could forcibly suppress the news of Maiyashiki and Shuu's disappearance - but to be honest, it couldn't be suppressed for too long.

In any case, now is not the time for them to tear their faces and step onto the stage to officially rule the country. It is necessary to keep a self-deceiving puppet that reassures the foolish citizens.

"He's not free." Yan Ye stroked the dark scabbard around his waist, his slender fingers gently hooked the gilded lines, and said softly

"He hasn't been free for a long time recently. He's busy with a very important matter, so... this matter is fully handed over to you and me."

"Ah, this..." Little D showed a troubled face

"Thirty days." Yan Ye gently revealed a number

"He will be able to withdraw his hands within 30 days at most. But before that, we are the only ones who will manage the full rights of the Group in Neon. Let's work together, Yoshida-san?"

"Huh..." Little D rubbed his head and sighed.

"That's the only way... By the way, is Aunt Manami okay?"

"Mom, she's fine..."

With a little joy and a good atmosphere of dialogue, and the passing time passed quietly.

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Chapter 57. Massacre Cassel

The ancient and strict dragon words diffused and spread in the air, and the gradual redundancy was a physical manifestation of fiery and wild.

Yan Ling? Jun Yan!

The word spirit of serial number 89 was released, and the ring of flames that exploded in the air enveloped a large number of suppressed hunters ahead.

These secondary products of Umbrella's biochemical weapons were obviously unable to withstand the power of Jun Yan. The words that exploded like a napalm bomb instantly engulfed more than a dozen hunters. Except for their agility, this group is quite mediocre. The biochemical monster was wiped out by Jun Yan in an instant.

But that doesn't alleviate the rather bad situation on the frontal battlefield.

Fifteen T103 tyrants formed an array. The agility and speed of these straitjackets were not as fast as the hybrids, but the biggest problem was that the hybrids did not have heavy firepower in their hands.

The reason why T103 has a very high positioning in street fighting is that it can ignore most of the attacks with insufficient firepower, not to mention the bulletproof restraint jacket, the simple physical defense is that ordinary firearms cannot cause effective damage at all. level.

The physical ability of the mixed race is indeed powerful, but this power is actually very limited.

Not everyone can have the physical quality and responsiveness that truly surpasses human beings like Chu Zihang after the bloodshed, and most of the mixed-race students' physical quality can only be regarded as a part of the human standard at most.

In short, most of them are probably not as good as the few protagonists of Resident Evil. Furthermore, half-blood slaughtering dragons never relies on brute force, but weapons, IQ and words.

And to be honest, Yan Ling is actually not that easy to use. There are only a few high-destructive word spirits coming and going, and most of the time they are used to play support. Not everyone can play itachi with serial number 34 like Caesar.

The members of the Lionheart Club are responsible for guarding the Valhalla area.

The mixed-race elite led by the vice-chairman Lancelot firmly guarded the ancient sanctuary of the academy, and Jun Yan just now was his masterpiece.

This is one of the major disaster areas of the tyrant's attack. Of the fifteen T103 tyrants, ten of them were dispatched in this direction.

In the face of those giant bald heads who were very difficult to provoke at first sight, Lancelot was very rational and did not choose to fight recklessly. After he was convinced that the assault rifles in their hands could not cause effective damage to the tyrant, they decisively chose to fight separately.

One part guards the Hall of Valor with a small amount of heavy firepower, and the other part seduces individual tyrants to leave and gradually destroy it.

The result of this choice is that the Hall of Valor has suffered a lot of damage from the tyrant, but it's nothing. The Hall of Valor is the hall of honor of Cassell College. You can understand it as the auditorium used to issue degree certificates, even if it is destroyed. Actually nothing.

"Get ready for the fire team, and do it when you lead these monsters to the main entrance of the Hall of Valor!"

Lancelot held a finely crafted alchemy metal longsword, and deftly evaded a tyrant's fist with a rollover. In front of the fist that easily smashed a granite wall without hindrance, he clicked his tongue slightly. then ordered

Where did these monsters come from?

Not only Lancelot, but most people in Cassell at this moment must be full of question marks.

Most of the time, the dangerous work of the hybrids is dealing with dragons and dragon-related things, and these biological weapons are not within their scope.

A small number of people are from the Middle East and other regions, and those who have worked with Umbrella at home recognize the appearance of these "commodities" that have been sold overseas.

But this is even more confusing. How did Umbrella's remnants know of Cassell's existence? Even if they knew, the group of biologists came to attack them when they were full?

"R!P!G!"

With a roar that sounded like an exhilarating spell, the armor-piercing rocket dragged the swaying white smoke and flew towards the tyrant who attacked Lancelot, but in everyone's unbelievable expressions, the tyrant. One grabbed the rocket that was flying over, and then threw it straight up

boom! ! ! !

The air waves and flames of the bombing burst into the dark night sky of Kassel, and at this moment, many "giant ship artilleryists" who had looked down on tyrants had to admit that the T103 was indeed an extremely mature weapon model.

If you want to use this thing on the frontal battlefield and hard steel in tanks and firepower positions, of course it will not work, but in street fighting and low-intensity combat, the tyrant is definitely a nightmare that the infantry can't erase.

Fighting against something like this, both physically and psychologically, has to bear enormous pressure. Even a half-breed, it's hard to deal with this thing without a good weapon at hand.

After all, the word spirit of the mixed race is not magic, and the power of Jun Yan of Sequence 89 is just a napalm bomb. Going down is lower, and besides, this is not a game, it is damage from friendly forces. As a result of losing words in one's mind, he would probably kill his own people first.

Lancelot, who saw that he missed a hit, did not hesitate at all. Taking advantage of the tyrant's free time to deal with the rocket, the knight's sword in his hand was raised upwards, and in a touch of silver light, he restrained it from the waist to the chest directly. It was cut open, and blood splattered.

The tyrant immediately raised the boots made of steel and stepped on them heavily, and Lancelot, who was looking at the timing, immediately came with a zero-distance word spirit explosion!

The raging flames and air waves enveloped the tyrant's body, and at the same time sent Lancelot flying far away.

But this should be killing this monster, definitely...

As if to hit Lancelot in the face, after the flames, a pair of incomparably sharp claws tore off the torn protective suit, revealing the solid and protruding muscles like gray rocks below!

"No way..."

Lancelot looked at the expressionless tyrant bitterly. Even though he understood that his Jun Yan was different from Chu Zihang, did he not expect it to be so big?

The restraint suit is not only to control the tyrant's actions to restrain his mutation, but also to protect the tyrant's "armor" in a sense.

Lancelot's attack was not without effect, he destroyed the tyrant's straitjacket and scorched half of his body.

In a game-like way, Lancelot completed the "armor breaking", weakening part of the tyrant's HP, the tyrant's defense decreased, but his attack power and agility increased.

The indomitable vice president of the Lionheart Club stood up again, holding a knight's sword to face the tyrant, just like the hero of a knight novel.

"Jian Yu!"

Just when T103 was about to rush up to shred Lancelot, dozens of silver gleaming 'sharp blades' flew towards the tyrant like silver dots, accompanied by a coquettish reprimand!

Those silver 'sharp blades' are all ceremonial swords in Odin Hall, all of which are supplies used to complete the ceremony during the graduation ceremony of Cassel, as well as decorations inserted on the wall.

But now, these dozens of sharp blades are like sentient spirit beasts, with flying stings lingering around the tyrant, and the one who controls these blades is Susie, another vice president of the Lionheart Club who just arrived. .

This scene is quite like some kind of magical power from which the name comes from, but this is actually a speech spirit, and it is not so much to control the blade, but to release a metal within the magnetization range of the electromagnetic field, and then control it to attack.

These blades can't really hurt the T103, and the muscles that can ignore small-caliber bullets will naturally not be hurt by inferior swords with ability control.

But even so, Susie's attack seriously interfered with the tyrant's judgment. T103, who was roaring and waving his claws, shredded the blade in front of him, and Lancelot immediately seized the opportunity.

The collapsing dragon blood strengthened his body in the continuous battle. In the gap in front of the tyrant with the flying blade, he leaped high and slashed towards the tyrant's neck with a sword.

The razor-sharp alchemy sword, combined with the strange power of the A-level hybrid, the powerful blessing made this sword directly slash the tyrant's head and cut off his head!

Lancelot, whose jaws were torn apart, didn't have time to feel the pain, because even if his head was beheaded, the tyrant's attack didn't seem to have any plans to stop directly.

Yan Ling? Jun Yan!

The explosion of flame words once again enveloped the tyrant's body, and the fiery flame and explosion literally engulfed the tyrant's body this time.

The huge body fell like a mountain of charred coal, and the muscles were still burning in the flames, emitting a disgusting stench.