Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 207 Indulgence
Through X-ray vision, Mu Xiang basically confirmed one thing: the tracker had the ability to transmit images.

From Mu Xiang's current perspective, the only similarity between the Tracker and the Tyrant is their size. Their internal structures are completely different... whether it's the body combined with the virus and parasites, or the other devices built into the external system.

Therefore, Mu Xiang's top priority is the Tracker... Destroying the Tracker in an unobservable way would simultaneously solve the problems of not revealing his true combat strength and the need for a swift victory. If he truly exposed his true power, Mu Xiang feared the company might resort to nuclear weapons in a desperate move.

Who knows whether nuclear weapons were the result of a dispute between the company and the military, or the company's own actions?

When it comes to such problems, Mu Xiang never gambles unless there's an alternative solution... This principle guides his entire planning process. Therefore, Mu Xiang cannot replicate Chu Xuan's plan from the prequel storyline of Resident Evil 3 in the original novel. He prefers a proactive approach with certainty to a random, passive one.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Mu Xiang shifted his feet, appearing behind the tracker... Then, a hand distorted by light and shadow rose up and pressed lightly against the back of the tracker's head.

The next moment, the tracker's enormous head turned to dust in the boundless sword energy.

Mu Xiang kicked the pursuer's body far away, tentacles spitting out from its neck, but the remains were severed in two from the lower back as it was thrown through the air. Blood and tentacles swirled in the air, and in an instant, the body crashed to the ground, lifeless.

Before the three tyrants could react, Mu Xiang was already in front of them. His left hand, barely visible in the distorted light and shadow, suddenly transformed into a claw, grasping at the tyrant in the middle from afar. The next moment, its thick leather armor ripped open... the leather armor, which served as a restraint, was now as if a layer of fruit peeled off.

There was no lifting of restrictions or physical rampage at all, because at the same time the leather jacket was torn open, the tyrant's chest cavity was also emptied... The original heart and the transplanted second heart disappeared simultaneously.

Mu Xiang was too fast. In the blink of an eye, his sword energy had already sliced ​​through the tyrant's leather armor and flesh. As he drew near, he ripped out the two enormous hearts. When he emerged from the tyrant's side, the two hearts were still fused together and pulsating, but the next moment they turned into blood that splattered everywhere.

Neither the tyrants on either side nor the tyrant in the middle could even understand what was happening. Before the tyrant in the middle could even let out a painful roar, his entire body was swung up, first knocking away one of the tyrants who was approaching Mu Xiang, and then being thrown to the other side, which was farther away.

All of this happened in just a second or two. By the time the second tyrant had barely managed to absorb the impact, the one of its kind that had crashed into it had already turned into a large puddle of minced meat.

When Mu Xiang turned to look at the first tyrant that had been swatted away, he saw that its leather coat had torn open on its own, revealing its pale flesh.

"Have the restrictions been lifted...?"

Mu Xiang muttered to himself, then there was a loud bang, and the next moment he appeared behind the tyrant, still in a punching stance. Describing him as back to back with the tyrant would be appropriate, but the problem is that this tyrant no longer has the concept of "back"... because its upper body has completely disappeared, leaving only a small section of its bare spine.

The filthy blood gushed from his mutilated lower body, but not a single drop touched Mu Xiang... There was an invisible barrier around him, keeping the filth out.

The last remaining tyrant also unleashed its power. Bare-chested, it leaped up with a roar, crashing down on Mu Xiang like a mountain of flesh. Mu Xiang even stood with his back to it, completely still.

As the two grotesque giant claws descended upon Mu Xiang, he silently reached out, a movement that appeared slow but naturally positioned itself between the claws. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that his hand grasped the longer of the claws…

The tyrant's hand transformed into a thick, spiked claw, a mixture of bone and flesh. This claw, which should have arrived first, was caught by Mu Xiang's hand, which then jammed the other, less deformed, giant claw. At that moment, the enormous tyrant was lifted high into the air, below which sat a slender figure. Before its legs could land on Mu Xiang's back, it was slammed to the ground.

"Nice weight, but lacking in strength." Mu Xiang smiled as he watched the tyrant slam into the ground, shattering the road surface before turning into a bloody mess.

Only the bone cone formed from half of his deformed arm remained in Mu Xiang's hand. He was silent for a moment, frowned, and then, without turning his head, flung the bone cone behind him.

The sound of flesh being pierced and the sound of the ground cracking rang out almost simultaneously. Mu Xiang turned his head and saw that more than half of the bone cone was embedded in the ground... with a brown fleshy pillar nailed to it.

A torn piece of leather clung to the end of the fleshy pillar; a quick glance revealed it to be a boot… once. Clearly, this was a swollen thigh, from a previously slain tracker. The deformed thigh now pointed towards a sewer opening, its path marked by splattered liquid, the sewer cover completely gone.

Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses, looked around, and then discovered that all the zombies that had been secondarily infected by the pursuers were gone... leaving behind only an astonishing number of puddles of flesh, but none of them contained any secondarily infected flesh.

"I see... The infected zombie's head can be considered a child of the Tracker. By fusing the child with the deactivated parent, it forcibly restores its activity and then escapes?"

Mu Xiang didn't intend to pursue them, because he needed these bio-weapons to exhibit a relatively fresh aura... so that they could attract a certain being. Like the third stage of the Tracker, the G virus also possessed the disordered fusion and evolution of devouring flesh. Such powerful flesh was no less attractive to the G mother than to her blood relatives.

After all, the purpose of a host's blood relatives is reproduction, and these powerful, diseased bodies are excellent nutrients for evolution.

But... the fact that the pursuers were able to escape already says something.

Mu Xiang silently looked at his hands. Neither of his hands was stained with any dirt, but in his eyes they were very different from before.

With his perception, the fusion and resurgence of the Trackers could not possibly have escaped his notice... but Mu Xiang did not react.

Mu Xiang had just seemed completely absorbed in the battle with the tyrant... no, this wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. The essence of the massacre wasn't in the act of killing, but in the pleasure derived from the process.

If the goal was to end the battle, cleaving all three in one strike would be the fastest way... but I chose the most brutal method, though not the fastest.

"Mental instability" and "a madness of bloodlust and destruction"—these were the words originally used to fool Jill, but at this moment they seemed to have come true.

In this state, all plans and arrangements are thrown to the back of one's mind, leaving only the most primal desire to kill. And this is merely a drop in the ocean of genetic frenzy, after all, Mu Xiang has not yet stepped into the fourth tier.

(End of this chapter)