GTAG Chapter 77 Destruction
Up until now, Wesker still believed that the sudden change in the "Blades"' course was caused by some other reason, not because this base had been exposed.
After all, the secrecy surrounding this base was at the very highest level. No one could possibly know about its existence.
And certainly not a bunch of beasts.
But was that really the truth?
Even if the "Blades" had shifted course years ago and even left this continent entirely, it would take them days of full-speed travel to return.
In contrast, the "Sentinels" that had split off from them had already reached Raccoon City first.
Not only Raccoon City—Umbrella bases across other continents were suddenly besieged by these "Sentinels" as well.
With their acidic blood, even the strongest metal gates were nothing more than paper. One after another, the Sentinels burned holes straight through.
Inside the bases, Umbrella's high-ranking officials—or rather, their clones—watched in horror as their prized fortresses crumbled. The moment they saw the terrifying corrosive blood, they immediately unleashed zombies, zombie dogs, and all manner of bioweapons to hold the intruders back.
But the creatures modified by the T-virus were as fragile as children before the Sentinels. One swing of a whip-like limb was all it took—dead.
Only the Tyrants managed to last longer, their durability buying them a few extra moments.
But with a second or third strike, even the mighty Tyrants were torn apart.
The executives turned pale, their expressions shifting like a storm.
At first, when the Sentinels launched their assault, the officials scoffed. Just beasts, they thought. What could they possibly do against reinforced gates?
But when those indestructible metal doors corroded within seconds, shock finally appeared on their faces—but still not fear.
After all, to them, no living creature could stand against the horde of zombies.
That belief was shattered in an instant. Zombies, zombie dogs, even expensive experimental weapons—all torn apart like trash.
Now fear consumed them.
There was only one thought left: run.
They didn't want to spend another second in this doomed facility.
But could they escape?
The executives weren't completely brainless. Instead of fleeing immediately, they ordered the guards to support the bioweapons and told them to unseal even stronger experimental creatures. If they could just hold the Sentinels back for a little while, they said, victory would be theirs.
In truth, they were already heading for the escape crafts.
The guards, clones who had been brainwashed into absolute obedience, believed every word. Without hesitation, they threw themselves into the slaughter.
Meanwhile, the executives slipped into the safety passage, reaching the aircraft. As the crafts rose into the sky, they finally allowed themselves a breath of relief.
"Nothing but mindless beasts," one sneered, forgetting the humiliation of their panicked escape. The others joined in, mocking the Sentinels from above.
Then, they pulled out a controller.
One press of the button, and the base would self-destruct. Every Sentinel would be reduced to ashes.
Just as one of them was about to press it, a flash of cold light swept past. The controller fell to the floor—along with his severed hand.
"AHHH!!"
Blood sprayed, his scream following only after the pain hit. But the fear that gripped them wasn't from the injury.
How had his hand been cut off without them noticing?
A chilling screech echoed, not from any living throat but like twisted metal shrieking against the wind.
The executives froze. Hanging from the ceiling above them was a Sentinel.
How had it gotten inside? Why hadn't they noticed?
Questions no longer mattered. Only one thing did—how could they survive?
Gunfire erupted across the aircraft. Shouts turned to screams, then to the death-cries of men torn apart.
The craft swerved drunkenly, as if the pilot had lost all control. Moments later, it exploded midair, nothing but a fireball in the night.
No one escaped. Even those fast enough to board other aircraft never made it far—the Sentinels struck them down with ease. They weren't as terrifying in anti-air as Electromagnetic Beasts or heavy batteries, but swatting down a small aircraft was nothing at all.
Inside the bases, the Sentinels didn't simply destroy everything. They disabled surveillance, devoured and carried off all manner of equipment, and especially emptied the cold storage vaults.
Once their objectives were secured, the Sentinels withdrew like a black tide, vanishing into the night.
Godzilla diverted a portion of his mind, transferring everything the Sentinels had stolen into the Monster Factory for analysis. Anything useful would be discovered soon enough.
After that, Godzilla stopped focusing on the other Umbrella bases. His gaze turned toward Raccoon City.
Though the Blades had yet to arrive, more than a hundred Sentinels were already gathered there.
To Godzilla, Sentinels were just scouts and patrols. But in truth, their power was far from weak.
A hundred Sentinels were enough to wipe out an entire regiment.
Of course, that required them to close the distance. If the humans could strike from afar, they would kite the creatures to death.
But within the base, there were no missiles or heavy weaponry—only more bioweapons. Did the Sentinels fear such things?
Not in the slightest.
And so, before the Blades could even arrive, the Sentinels were already searching for a path into Raccoon City's underground.
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