Chris and the others were all trapped in the same illusion, entangled with that terrifying monstrous infant in different places.
But the next moment, they all woke up from the illusion at the same time.
Besides Dante, who looked as normal as ever, there was also Harley, scrolling on her phone screen.
"I guarantee you'd never guess what your expressions looked like while you were in the illusion."
"As top Agents and operatives from various organizations, it's really hard to describe… Speaking of which, Coulson, your face was the most twisted. Looks like you're really scared of this kind of thing."
"Ahem, ahem, I just haven't watched a horror movie in a long time." Coulson's face was awkward. "Actually, I'm very brave, yes, very brave."
"Your statement…" Dante patted Coulson's shoulder. "It's as unconvincing as an impotent man insisting he's fine."
After teasing Coulson, Dante glanced at Donna, who was huddled in the corner.
This woman was already a severe social phobic, and now she only dared to speak through the doll that had shared its "Blessing."
"Do you want to live, Donna-chan?"
Dante's voice wasn't loud, but in Donna's ears it was like the low roar of a death-seeker.
"Y-yes, I want to live, of course." Donna said tremblingly.
When her illusion couldn't affect people, she was useless. Even a skinny ordinary person could snatch the doll Angie from her hands.
"Very good. Ojisan likes women who know what's good for them the most."
Dante came to Donna with great appreciation, squatted down, and looked directly into her eyes, the ones not covered by her naturally ugly scars.
The dead silence and despair in them were finally replaced by a desire to survive.
"Now I have a question for you. You need to think carefully about the answer, because it concerns your life and the life of the doll in your hand."
Dante pointed at the doll in Donna's hand, a bright smile on his face.
He knew that this type of introverted personality needed an object to rely on emotionally.
Threatening the doll was more effective than threatening her directly.
"…Mother Miranda and Spencer didn't tell the Four Lords many things, but I'll try my best to tell you everything I know."
"Very good." Just as Dante expected, she chose to compromise. "Actually, it's not a difficult question. You just need to tell me, has anything strange happened recently within your organization?"
"Strange things…"
Donna began to painstakingly search her not-so-many memories. After all, most of the time she just wanted to stay indoors.
"Oh, right, one day after arriving in Raccoon City… about a week ago, Mother Miranda gathered everyone, and we jointly witnessed the Mold Master changing from its original black color to purple."
"From that day on, the Mold Beasts that had completely transformed after infection became much stronger than before."
"Also, those humans who hadn't been fully infected began to mutate, normal during the day, crazy at night, then forgetting by tomorrow… This cycle repeated until they completely lost their minds and became Mold Beasts."
Dante nodded.
Most of the known information matched what she said. It seemed the source of all this was the Mold Master's mutation.
Turning purple?
There wasn't a similar mutation in the original game, was there?
But the Mold Beasts he killed did have traces of purple light in them.
If it were Dante when he had just transmigrated, he would have racked his brain and still not believed that the Resident Evil incident had anything to do with the Violet Light of the Emotional Spectrum.
But now, he was no longer a novice. He could be said to have some understanding of the quirks of this Universe.
That was, don't doubt your intuition. As long as you find evidence, then proceed in that direction, and you'll be right.
The old man who created this Universe had no brains.
"Very good, stay here quietly, don't move around, wait for me to go buy some sweets," Dante said while taking out a pair of handcuffs made of uru alloy.
On them, the Federal Bureau of Investigation's first mage, Loki (self-proclaimed), had passionately carved three types of Runic runes that confined energy, the human body, and the soul.
Even Dante would need some time to break free if he wore these handcuffs.
Not to mention Donna, this bankrupt half-baked Poison Ivy.
The reason Dante cuffed her instead of killing her wasn't kindness.
It was because she truly had no blood on her hands.
That was all.
She was just autistic, not like that foolish fish Moreau, who had personally killed many people.
As for whether she would be sentenced by the Federal Bureau of Investigation, that wasn't Dante's business.
That was Internal Affairs Department work, so Agent Hill should be the one to handle it.
Thinking of this, Dante waved to the others, and just as he was about to continue, both Lantern Beasts, the Green Lantern and the Red Lantern, popped out.
Butcher and Butcher's twin perched on his shoulders.
As for Jörmungandr, she was probably clinging to her mother right now, wasn't she?
"Dante, you should know what I want to say."
"Me too."
"Alright, since we all know the answer, why play coy… It's the Purple Lantern!" Dante shrugged indifferently. "Judging from the intensity of this energy fluctuation, it's probably a Lantern Beast awakening, and not in the newborn state you two were in back then."
Dante negotiated with the two Lantern Beasts as if no one else was there, while everyone except Harley Quinn and Ada Wong stared unblinkingly at the two energy beings that had suddenly appeared on his shoulders.
"Ah, what—what is this? Some kind of special effect?"
The one who found it hardest to accept was Ethan.
After all, even among the Resident Evil protagonists, he was the least experienced.
"Dante, is this what you once mentioned as 'Lantern Beasts'?" Coulson was relatively calmer, but his eyes stayed glued to the two Lantern Beasts. "Energy beings… it's truly amazing."
"Alright, we're in Raccoon City right now, a place where a Resident Evil incident is happening, not a zoo."
Dante quickly cut off their curiosity and questions, leading the team toward the subway that led to the underground facility.
No matter how curious the rest of the team was, they didn't ask more and just followed along.
The Resident Evil protagonists, on the other hand, exchanged glances.
After a long while, Chris lit a cigarette.
He took a deep drag, then exhaled.
"I originally thought traveling far and wide to resolve Resident Evil incidents was already an outrageous life."
"I didn't expect there to be even greater monsters out there."
(To be continued.)
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