Chapter 246 Recruiting Perfect Humans

E mold!

Coming from the core settings of "Resident Evil: Cloud Board" and "Resident Evil: Village", E mold, together with the Progenitor virus and the Plaka parasite, are known as the three native species of Resident Evil. They are naturally existing creatures in the Resident Evil game universe, different from artificial viruses such as T, G, C, and A.

As soon as Fu Qinghai recognized Moira Robinson's identity, his brain immediately started working at high speed, carefully recalling the game's plot and background settings.

The seventh and eighth installments of Resident Evil received good ratings in the entire series. The characters that impressed players the most were of course the male protagonist "Hand Sanitizer God of War" Ethan Winters, the three-meter-tall vampire "Eight-foot Lady" Achina Dimistrecu, and the final behind-the-scenes villain "Mother Goddess" Miranda.

The potential of E mold is very high. Although like other viruses, it also has the problem of compatibility with the host. Once the host fails to match, it will turn into a fungus beast composed of black mucus, which can be regarded as a reinforced zombie with super recovery ability. However, after successful adaptation, it can not only retain the host's IQ, but also develop the host's superpowers. The four kings under Miranda all have special abilities and can transform into different forms.

There are three-meter-tall biochemical vampires, a biochemical puppeteer who uses mold to remotely control dolls, a biochemical Magneto who controls bioelectricity and magnetic fields, and even the one with poor adaptability can transform into a giant monster fish.

Miranda, the "mother goddess" who combined with the main body of the mold a hundred years ago, is even more exaggerated. Her abilities include teleportation, shapeshifting, super recovery, strain manipulation, magnetic field control, and fireball shooting. This is equivalent to an integrated version of the abilities of the Red Devil, Mystique, Wolverine, Ruby, Magneto, Flamestar, and other mutants with all their abilities weakened.

The Resident Evil has developed to this extent and it has become somewhat unrelated to science fiction and seems very magical.

Some people say that Miranda was so strong, but in the end, she was shot dead by Ethan. This is not the case. Before the battle with Ethan, Miranda had transferred most of her power to Ethan's daughter Rosemary. She wanted to use Rosemary's body as a shell for her daughter's resurrection, which was also Miranda's lifelong wish.

Moreover, the protagonist Ethan is not an ordinary human. Who has ever seen an ordinary human being who can continue to use his broken hand by applying some hand sanitizer and then putting it back together? Ethan is actually also infected with E. fungi, but he doesn't know it. He doesn't even know that his wife Mia was transformed by Miranda using the mimicry ability of E. fungi.

So in fact, Ethan was able to defeat Miranda because the other party was in a weak state, and he himself was not a normal person.

Similar logic runs through the entire Resident Evil series.

All the previous Resident Evil games are like this. The bosses have tens of tons of power, can teleport, have magnetic control, self-heal, and are bulletproof... How can the protagonists controlled by the players win with ordinary pistols and rocket launchers?

Then you have to set weaknesses, such as the exposed heart of the first generation Tyrant and the slow speed of the second generation Tyrant. In short, you have to forcibly set some very deliberate "weaknesses" to allow players to defeat these perverted monsters.

If you simply infer the results and think that all Resident Evils are garbage, then you are obviously assuming that you are the protagonist.

The real flaw of E mold is that it is not contagious. It uses spores and mycelium to spread, and is never as fast as a virus. That's why Spencer, Miranda's student and later the founder of Umbrella Corporation, decided to part ways with Miranda, abandon E mold and turn to research the T virus. Spencer believes that the T virus can realize his dream of "upgrading all mankind."

In fact, Miranda later solved this defect to a certain extent. She combined E. mold with a worm to create something called "Cardu Worm", which greatly enhanced its transmissibility. She named it "Gift", a Romanian word that can also be translated as "gift".

A gift from the mushroom master.

Later, Umbrella Corporation went bankrupt, and Brandon Perry, a student of another founder, Marcus, created the "Alliance" organization and found Miranda to cooperate in developing the first generation of mature BOW of E mold - "E-001 Evelyn", a ten-year-old little loli. Any human who comes into contact with her will be unconsciously infected by the mold and eventually completely controlled by Evelyn's mind.

这可比T病毒啥的强多了,要知道T病毒的丧尸和BOW可是会互相打架的,暴君揍舔食者,追击者揍暴君,其他几款病毒也不具备这种蜂巢意识一样的控制能力.

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After figuring all this out, Fu Qinghai felt very uncomfortable when he looked at the hand that Moira Robinson extended to him.

Although he knew that he had covered his nails and was not afraid of fungal infection, Fu Qinghai still had no intention of shaking hands with her, but said:

"So, all the men, women, young and old in the shelter, even those reincarnated people, are infected with the E mold. They are all puppets who obey you unconditionally, right?"

He was prepared to be lenient with his enemy, as he was the minister of perfect humanity, specializing in the study of E mold. Fu Qinghai assumed that Moira's level was the same as Miranda's, or at least the same as Evelyn's.

"Hahaha."

Moira withdrew her hand and said with a smile:

"Why do you use the word 'puppet'? They are all volunteers. You can ask any villager in the shelter. If you think I brainwashed them, or threatened and forced them, you can also ask the Reincarnators, Sean and Corey, the SCV driver and the Spartan warrior."

"These infected people who have adapted to the E mold have their own thoughts and consciousness. They are not mindless zombies. It is such an honor to be a part of the great fungus master and to be a believer serving the Black God."

"You pray to God for world peace. Can God do it? But the Master of Fungi can do it. As you can see, under the rule of the great Master of Fungi, everything in Shelter 79 is so orderly, everything is so peaceful, and people live a prosperous and healthy life. This is the utopia in the wasteland, the Garden of Eden after the end of the world. God is a vague lie, and only the Master of Fungi is the true God walking in the world."

No wonder Fu Qinghai always felt that something was wrong with the entire shelter. It was like a group of worker ants controlled by a queen ant. It turned out that these people were all infected with E mold.

Fu Qinghai was not fooled by Moira's sweet talk, but calmly pointed out one thing:

"So, what about those humans who can't perfectly adapt to the mold? Where are they?"

"There's no doubt about it, they're dead."

Before Moira could speak, another voice came from outside the door.

A man in a suit and sunglasses walked in, pulled out a stool and sat opposite Fu Qinghai, saying:

"This is a revolution, Qingshan, a biochemical revolution. To use the words of a great man in your country, revolution is not a dinner party, there will always be sacrifices. I think the person who can become a Space Marine Captain in the Warhammer 40K universe will not be one of those hypocritical saints in Hollywood movies, right?"

Fu Qinghai asked doubtfully:

"Who are you?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Monroe Melville, the founder of Perfect Humanity and the current head of the society. It's nice to meet you, Qingshan."

What the hell!?

Fu Qinghai was shocked.

The bosses of Perfect Humanity are here?

Thinking of the third in command of Perfect Humanity, Lev Alexandros, who is the perfect form of the Blacklight Virus, and how strong he is, Fu Qinghai couldn't help but feel nervous, wondering how strong this top leader must be...

Fu Qinghai looked carefully at the guy in front of him.

This is a handsome man with flaxen hair combed into a big backcombed style. There is nothing special about his height and physique, but he always has a confident smile on his face, as if he is the only protagonist wherever he is.

He said loudly,

"Continuing with the previous topic, although I don't believe in God, I believe in genes. Qingshan, your life and your destiny have long been written in your genes. Do you agree with this view?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"I don't quite agree."

Monroe spread his hands and said,

"Then why do some people become twisted and demented zombies after being infected with viruses and fungi, while others become super humans who can call the wind and rain?"

Without waiting for Fu Qinghai to answer, he continued,

"Because this is the choice of genes. Your genes have already determined what kind of person you are. If you die from the virus, it means that your genes are not suitable for human inheritance, and your genetic material should not be passed on."

So he deserved to die?

Fu Qinghai shook his head in his heart.

There must be some mechanism for the adaptation between viruses and hosts, but it has not yet been fully explored.

Fu Qinghai didn't want to continue discussing this topic which was doomed to have no results. He said directly,

"Mr. Melville, what do you want to say?"

Monroe Melville smiled and said:

"I would like to invite you to join the perfect human race, Qingshan."

Oh?

Fu Qinghai was slightly surprised.

"That's right." Monroe nodded seriously and said,

"There have been many misunderstandings and conflicts between you and our club in the past. We both know this very well, but I am not a narrow-minded person. I have great dreams and pursuits, far more than those ants who just want to survive in the reincarnation world."

"I fully recognize your strength, Qingshan, and I am willing to put aside our past grudges with you on behalf of perfect humanity. If you are worried that Ms. Robinson's promise is not meaningful, then here I am, personally inviting you to join on behalf of the society. Let us move forward side by side on the glorious path of evolution and explore the most perfect form of humanity!"

"What do you think?"

What do I think?

I certainly will not be an accomplice of you bioterrorists.

Monroe Melville was a very outspoken "genetic racist", while Moira Robinson was a hypocritical scholar who used small good deeds to cover up great evils.

Fu Qinghai was just thinking about how to refuse.

He had a vague idea of ​​Moira's abilities, but he was not clear about the methods of Monroe in front of him. He thought that as the leader of the society, he must be quite capable.

Fu Qinghai quietly called the flying backpack, carefully considering his tone and wording, and said:

"I'm not a saint, but I don't like worshipping a lowly creature as a god, and I don't like the feeling of my thoughts and actions being controlled by others."

After saying that, Fu Qinghai glanced at Moira.

From the perspective of biological taxonomy alone, fungi are indeed lower organisms.

However, they called the master of fungi "Black God" and worshiped him as a god.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood."

Monroe waved his hands repeatedly:

"We definitely don't require you to be infected with Type E mold. It's up to you. If you desire to gain more powerful strength, we are happy to help you, but if you don't want to, then we will never force you."

Monroe didn't know that Fu Qinghai already had his own club. He thought Fu Qinghai was still fighting alone, so he patiently persuaded him,

"Qingshan, to survive in the reincarnation world, you must have a club. It's not just as simple as helping each other and getting what you need. Only by gathering a group of like-minded people can you realize your ideals and ambitions."

"Look at those other stupid societies, the Lion Dance and the Songtsevo Brotherhood, they are all a group of narrow-minded nationalists and racists, while we are broad-minded and inclusive, looking at all of humanity. The Fifth Dimension is a group of idiots playing with witchcraft and magic, you don't belong to them. The Zero Realm Guild only dares to hide in the continent of Azeroth, without any ideals or ambition..."

"Perfect humans are your best choice. We have collected background information about Warhammer 40K. Space Marines are the product of biochemical transformation. To put it bluntly, Space Marines are also a kind of BOW developed by the Emperor. You will not exclude us, and you should not exclude us, because you and I are the same kind of people. We also use bioengineering technology to strengthen ourselves."

"Qingshan, you should join the perfect human race."

Monroe Melville's intention to recruit him was already very obvious. Fu Qinghai hesitated for a while, pretending to be hesitant and thinking. Finally, he slowly said,

"Thank you both, but I will not join Perfect Humanity."

Monroe crossed his hands on the table and smiled:

"That was a really regrettable choice."

Moira sighed and said:

"I don't know how many reincarnation lives you have left, but I sincerely hope that you can live to see the day when the entire reincarnation world returns to order, Mr. Qingshan."

As soon as she finished her words, Fu Qinghai grabbed the stainless steel bowl of mashed potatoes in front of him and threw it forward.

"Bang!"

Half of Moira Robinson's head was chopped off alive, but the imagined brain matter and blood did not appear. The cross-section of the head was an unknown substance as black as ink.

Moira lost half of her head, and only her nose and mouth were left on her face. However, strangely, her mouth could still be opened, and she said to herself,

"You are not a gentleman at all, Mr. Qingshan, for being the first to attack a woman."

This is just a mold prosthesis!

The black substance that made up Moira turned into a viscous liquid like asphalt, slowly collapsing and falling. Fu Qinghai switched to the perspective mode and found a small hole like a floor drain on the floor. Moira disappeared from there.

With a "click", the floor around the table opened up, revealing three 30mm caliber automatic machine guns.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!"

Fire snakes formed by three ammunition chains were swung towards Fu Qinghai, hitting the outer shell of the armor with a "ding-dong" sound, sparks flying everywhere, but he was not moved at all. He pulled out his plasma pistol and aimed at a machine gun and fired a shot. A blue beam flashed, and the machine gun turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and looked at Monroe. He did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Instead, he retreated backwards at a speed almost like teleporting, all the way to the edge of the hall.

He smiled and said to Fu Qinghai:

"We know you have some special ability similar to 'Spider-Sense'. I will not try to sneak attack you, Qingshan."

The noise of the machine gun firing covered up the sound made by Monroe, but Fu Qinghai still heard it clearly. He let the roaring machine gun bullets continue to wash his armor and strode towards Monroe. He fired two shots casually, turning off the remaining two noisy machine guns, and inserted the hot plasma pistol on the back of the gun back into the side of his thigh.

Monroe stood there observing Fu Qinghai. He had guessed that Fu Qinghai was unharmed by the 30mm machine gun. However, he was surprised that the huge kinetic energy and stopping effect of the machine gun were not reflected on him at all.

Seeing the Space Marines drawing their swords and charging towards him, Monroe stared at Fu Qinghai with deep eyes. For a moment, Fu Qinghai felt a pain in his head and two streams of blood flowed down his nostrils. Then he felt nothing else. He shook his head and continued to move forward to kill.

The other party's mental strength is equally strong.

Coming to this conclusion, Monroe once again ran towards the gate at a speed that was almost like teleportation. However, his speed was just very fast, it was not teleportation after all.

Within the range of the Force's perception, Fu Qinghai's senses were extremely sharp. He boldly pulled out his bolt pistol, aimed at Monroe and pulled the trigger. "Da da da da da", it looked like the outline of a human body, but it accurately blocked all his movement routes. Monroe's steps couldn't help but pause, and Fu Qinghai, who was also not slow, had already swung his sword to cut him!

This 0.01 second delay determines the outcome.

Monroe's eyes were calm and he accepted his death with dignity.

"Swish!"

A flash of blood appeared.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, a huge object broke through the floor of the egg-shaped hall and emerged from the cement fragments and broken steel beams. It was Moira Robinson. She had become extremely huge at this moment, as tall as three meters. Her pale gray skin was wrapped in a low-cut evening dress made of black mold. A constantly rotating black ring appeared behind her head, and six black feather wings made of mold slowly spread out from her shoulders.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Moira no longer had the quiet look of an intellectual beauty she had at the beginning. Now her expression was extremely wild, with a circle of black ink around her eyes and six wings flapping slowly behind her, like a fallen angel corrupted by Satan, a special edition of Lucifer: Resident Evil.

Fu Qinghai held up a body that had been split in half by a chainsaw sword. It was a bloody mess. It was Monroe Melville. He said to Moira:

"I hacked your boss to death."

"Haha, really?"

Moira sneered.

Seeing the corpse in Fu Qinghai's hand, Moira didn't seem surprised. This was a reincarnation world without factions. Killing a player would not prompt rewards or punishments. Fu Qinghai was very confused. How could you be indifferent to your boss' death? But Moira obviously didn't intend to explain for him. Instead, she opened her palm and made claws with her five fingers, grabbing Fu Qinghai through the air.

Fu Qinghai suddenly found that he could not move his limbs.

It's not that I can't move, it's that the armor can't move!

"Arrogant humans dare to call the great fungus master 'lower creatures', but they don't know that in front of the infinite power of the fungus master, humans are just low-level and ridiculous ants."

Moira chuckled evilly, then turned her wrist and clenched her palm upward.

"Crack!"

Fu Qinghai slowly floated upwards uncontrollably, his whole body suspended in mid-air. Arcs of electricity and sparks burst out from the gaps in his armor. The living metal was moving so slowly that it was almost solidified, and was struggling to resist the force controlled by the magnetic field.

Just at this moment.

"Bang!"

The large piece of glass above his head suddenly shattered. Before the fragments could fall, a flying backpack with its wings spread out swooped down towards him.

Fu Qinghai no longer concealed himself. He flexed his muscles and the power brought by the quadruple reinforcement instantly broke free from the shackles of the magnetic force. At the moment he regained control of the Blue Shell, he merged with the flying backpack. With the huge kinetic energy accumulated by the flying backpack, Fu Qinghai rammed into Moira. The shining blade drew a dazzling arc and he shouted:

"Die for me!"

"Shua——"

The six-winged angel of the "Black God" mold, the agent of the fungus master in the mortal world, was unsurprisingly split into two halves by the lysis force field and slowly split to both sides.

Fu Qinghai just landed.

"Gilgurgle..."

A disgusting crawling sound was heard.

After a while.

Moira's body closed again and returned to its original state.

She smiled and looked down at Fu Qinghai:

"What a sharp knife, what a sharp sword."

"But...it seems to be of no use."

I...his...fuck...

Fu Qinghai looked quite ugly.

He knew what the problem was.

Drawing a sword to cut off water will only make the water flow faster. To deal with this kind of fungal polymer-like life form, it is useless to rely solely on the sharpness of the sword. Almost no object can withstand the power of adamantium alloy + single-molecule sharpening + high-frequency vibration. However, it does not work against polymer mold. He needs a weapon with large-scale AOE damage.

I didn't bring any melta weapons, and even if I did, there would be no promethium available at the moment.

While Fu Qinghai was thinking, Moira had already rushed over. The black-feathered wings behind her fluttered suddenly, and the whole person instantly turned into scattered black fragments. After suddenly disappearing, she immediately appeared in front of Fu Qinghai and swung out with her right fist!

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai held her fist with one hand and stood still.

Moira's eyes widened, and she clenched her left fist and swung out again.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai also held her fist with his other hand.

Fu Qinghai's combat prediction + force perception made Moira's two punches look very clumsy.

With her hands held, Moira screamed towards the sky, and the black wings behind her flapped vigorously. She rolled over and stomped heavily on Fu Qinghai's chest with her feet.

The unparalleled force was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace the moment it touched the breastplate.

Moira sensed something was wrong. Facing multiple heavy blows, Fu Qinghai did not retreat even a single step. When she hit him with her own hands, she did not feel even the slightest deformation of the armor.

"Vibranium?"

Moira exclaimed in a low voice.

Fu Qinghai grinned grimly, clenched the woman's fists tightly in his hands, and pulled her hard into his arms. Moira's wings folded back and Fu Qinghai held her tightly in his arms.

In the middle of the breastplate was a metal relief of a lightning eagle wing emblem, and the thick lightning in the middle emitted a dazzling white light!

"Jiu——"

Moira's entire body was pierced through instantly. The golden-white laser beam burned through her body and continued to fly towards the high glass dome.

The laser went out, Fu Qinghai loosened his arms, and the six-winged angel in his arms slowly slid down.

Wouldn't this burn you to death?

Fu Qinghai looked down.

Black asphalt-like substance was continuously gushing out from under the broken concrete floor. Streams of mold polymers merged into Moira's broken body. The six black wings trembled slightly, and the Mold Queen stood up again.

Fu Qinghai: "!!??"

Moira lowered her head and covered her chest, taking a breath,

"It really hurts, Mr. Aoyama."

Understood.

No wonder Fu Qinghai always had a feeling of being spied on as soon as he entered Shelter No. 79 - the main body of the mold was hidden underground, and the entire shelter had been entangled and wrapped by its hyphae. Every flower, grass, and tree were infected with the mold.

I'm not fighting her here.

After figuring everything out, Fu Qinghai started spinning the turbofan behind him, plasma flames gushed out, and he immediately took off on the spot, ready to escape.

"Crash!"

Seven or eight black tentacles as thick as pillars suddenly broke out of the ground, swirling and wrapping around Fu Qinghai.

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(End of this chapter)