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Zhou Ye's attention was already focused on the ground, and his senses were assessing the movements of Doma and the ice puppet.
The losses to the mechanized forces are a minor but not insurmountable problem.
Those units can be rebuilt.
Intelligence is even more valuable now.
The level of threat posed by this Doma made the previous encounters with BOW seem like minor skirmishes.
"A ghost of very high rank."
Zhou Ye explained to Jill, but his gaze remained unfocused.
"The one Shinobu Kocho desperately wanted to kill."
He once promised Shinobu Kocho that Doma would die.
Unexpectedly, the target came to us so quickly.
Or rather, they forced their way in.
The chill that can be felt even deep underground is proof of its power.
"Previous intelligence mentioned that his ability is ice-based."
Saeko Busujima analyzed, attempting to connect the known information.
"That's why the weapon systems were frozen."
"And he's not alone."
Zhou Ye added.
"There is another individual who also manipulates ice, possibly his subordinate, or some kind of creation."
He weighed the options in his mind.
This doesn't seem like a random attack; it's more like a deliberate attack.
How did Doma find out about this base? Or was he simply attracted by the abundance of life force, like a hungry wolf following the scent of blood to find a sheepfold?
As Zhou Ye had previously mentioned "cleaning up the mess," the enemy has begun to appear one after another.
Saeko Busujima's entire body seemed to be trembling slightly with excitement.
"Only opponents like this are worth fighting against."
There was an unsettling pleasure in her whisper.
Jill, however, felt a completely different kind of tension.
She chose to face it all.
"What's the plan?"
She asked Zhou Ye, her voice deliberately calm.
Zhou Ye finally pulled his thoughts away from the battle on the ground and looked at her.
"The train gave the survivors a chance to live."
He glanced at Saeko Busujima.
"You want a challenge, and you will get it. But opportunities are limited; we're pressed for time. I'll step in as soon as you show any signs of failure."
Then, his gaze returned to Jill.
"Your experience in dealing with non-traditional threats remains useful even in entirely new situations."
He paused.
"First, Doma gathers more intelligence. Then, eliminate the threat."
His words were concise and direct.
The confidence, or rather arrogance, behind his words was almost overflowing.
Another slight tremor ran through the ground, indicating that the destruction in the distance was still ongoing.
He would look for places where the food was most concentrated.
Zhou Ye speculated.
"Or, he sensed the energy fluctuations that escaped when I created the trains and rail weapons."
When his [Herrscher of Reason Fragment] and [Talking Tom Fragment] powers are used on a large scale, it is indeed difficult to completely conceal them.
Zhou Ye had no intention of hiding anything; things had come to this point, so what was there to conceal?
Doma Station is located in the outer area of the abandoned underground train station.
He gently swayed the golden fan adorned with lotus patterns in his hand, his posture elegant, as if he were not in a perilous post-apocalyptic city, but rather enjoying the scenery in a refined courtyard.
The scent of flesh and blood that filled the air was an unparalleled fragrance to him.
He could clearly sense that a considerable number of "delicious foods" were gathered in the huge human nest below.
What a delightful discovery.
He was not in a hurry to launch a full-scale attack immediately.
Although the bulky ironwork on the outside was no match for him and was easily turned into scrap metal.
However, there seems to be some resistance force remaining within this stronghold that should not be underestimated.
Doma's lips curled into an almost childlike, innocent smile, but his colorful eyes gleamed with cruelty and mockery that were the complete opposite of that innocence.
He stretched out his long, slender fingers and gestured casually in the air, as if conducting an invisible symphony.
【Blood Demon Art - The Fierce White Princess】.
As he unleashed his power, the congealed blood of the male human corpses he had casually killed on the ground began to flow eerily.
Broken limbs and blurred flesh are twisted and reshaped under the pull of an invisible force.
In the blink of an eye, they transformed into blurry, humanoid "ice sculptures" radiating a chilling aura.
These "White Princesses," composed of blood and low temperatures, are not powerful units that Doma uses for direct combat.
He manipulated these hastily created "works," tearing them apart one by one.
He intermittently splattered viscous blood and cold chunks of flesh onto the main paths leading to the entrance to the underground stronghold.
The intensely pungent smell of blood, mixed with the stench of decaying corpses, spread rapidly in all directions from the city ruins like an invisible lure.
The roar and explosions from the previous battle had already alerted the hungry zombies lurking in the shadows of the city.
At this moment, these newly laid "flesh and blood road signs" will accurately guide those mindless monsters towards their "dining table".
The more cannon fodder, the better.
Doma stuck out his tongue and gently licked his lips, his eyes full of anticipation and amusement.
He had already located this place, which exuded a strong sense of life, long before the sun had completely sunk below the horizon.
A grand feast is about to begin.
Meanwhile, inside a makeshift monitoring center deep within an abandoned underground station.
Several screens of different sizes are displaying different real-time images.
Zhou Ye, Jill, Saeko Busujima, Nami, Rika Minami, and Shizuka Marikawa gathered here with different expressions.
The others were mechanical soldiers from the [Pioneer Star], who had abandoned their pretense and upgraded to more advanced weaponry.
The last images transmitted by the surveillance cameras in the outer area before they were frozen and destroyed were the moment when those weapons, gleaming with metallic luster, were covered by thick ice crystals.
At this moment, several micro-drones that had narrowly escaped the first wave of attacks were transmitting back, from different high-altitude angles, the exact movements of Tongmo on the ground.
On the main screen, a man dressed in gorgeous clothes is elegantly waving a fan in his hand.
Human flesh and corpses, in his hands, seemed to become like building blocks in a child's hands, arbitrarily manipulated and assembled into nauseating "works of art".
Nami crossed her arms over her chest, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
"This guy's got a pretty good brain."
"They even know how to use those mindless zombies as cannon fodder."
Her tone carried an obvious hint of displeasure and disdain.
This method of using someone else to do one's dirty work isn't particularly sophisticated, but in the current environment, it is undoubtedly extremely practical and vicious.
Jill's expression was somewhat solemn, her sharp eyes fixed on the figure of Doma on the screen.
She had experienced too much death and witnessed too many horrific scenes.
Whether it's the various BOWs manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation, or the despairing zombies roaming the streets and alleys of Raccoon City.
But the bizarre method of manipulating the blood of the dead and even using it as bait to attract more zombies was completely beyond her understanding of conventional warfare.
This is more like an evil ritual from ancient legends, full of ominousness and mystery.
"He plans to use those... zombies on the streets outside to wear down our defenses?"
Jill turned to look at Zhou Ye beside her, her voice carrying a hint of worry and uncertainty that she could not hide.
The number of zombies in Raccoon City is absolutely astronomical.
If he successfully lures them into a massive horde of zombies that surges toward this underground stronghold, even the most fortified defenses will likely face an unprecedented catastrophe.
Saeko Busujima's fingers were gently and rhythmically gliding over the hilt of the Nichirin Blade at her waist.
Her breathing rate was slightly faster than usual.
The calm and composed demeanor of Douma on the screen, who seemed to regard all living beings as nothing, did not frighten her in the slightest. Instead, it acted as the most potent catalyst, igniting an even stronger fighting desire deep within her heart.
"He is truly... a worthy opponent to be killed."
Her voice was very soft, like a lover's whisper, yet it carried a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor of excitement.
It wasn't out of fear, but rather the pleasure of having one's bloodthirsty instincts awakened.
Zhou Ye's gaze moved between several screens that were constantly switching images, and finally settled on the one that showed a close-up of Doma.
His expression remained calm and composed, as if he had already anticipated that the enemy would not give up so easily.
"He doesn't just want to deplete our manpower."