On the European continent, in a small base of Freemasonry, a terrible conflict is taking place.

An officer in a modern black military combat uniform shouted into the communicator as he directed the soldiers to the wall:

"Quick! Hurry up and get reinforcements from HQ. ”

"Subject Forty-Two is attacking our walls."

"He's about to break through, and once he breaks through our walls, we're dead."

Just as the officer called for reinforcements, a figure in a black and red leather jacket jumped over the wall more than ten meters high.

With blood-red eyes, he looked hatefully at all the soldiers within the wall, and his original arm position had changed to a pair of black sharp claws covered with carapace.

And the moment he climbed the wall, this black figure rushed to the side of a soldier not far from him at an extremely fast speed, and the black claw on his right arm turned into a black light, which directly tore the soldier in a black bulletproof combat uniform into several pieces.

Blood spilled and flesh flew.

Then, amid the soldier's terrible screams, dozens of black tentacles of blood vessel thickness protruded from Subject Forty-Two's arm.

At an extremely fast speed, the black tentacles directly wrapped around the soldier's body on the ground, inserting all of them into his body, and then in a few seconds, all the soldier's flesh, bones, and other body tissues were devoured, leaving only a set of blood-stained combat uniforms, which he threw to the ground at will.

Seeing this scene, the commanding officer standing a few hundred meters away from him, his face was frightened green, such a way of dying was even more terrifying than being devoured by zombies, he hurriedly put down the communicator in his hand, and shouted at the soldiers:

"Shoot, shoot!"

"What about the rocket artillery, what about the heavy machine gun, take it out, if you don't want to die, kill him for me!"

Following the officer's order, the soldiers who were also frightened immediately picked up their weapons and began to fire fiercely, they were all elite soldiers who had been trained and had excellent marksmanship.

In just a split second, countless bullets hit the subject.

However, what the soldiers didn't expect was that although the test subject in the black and red jacket was torn apart by countless bullets, the muscles on his body began to squirm continuously at the same time as he was hit, and it only took a few seconds to spit out all the bullets that had entered his body, and began to heal at a speed that was visible to the eye.

It seems that an ordinary bullet attack is just a tickle for him.

However, the subject only stayed on the wall for a second or two before he discovered his target, his legs tensed, and he slammed the soles of his feet with such force that the concrete under his feet shattered the epidermis.

Then, at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, he tore through the two or three soldiers who blocked him with his claws in an instant, and appeared on the wall to control the gate of the base.

And the moment he appeared, the hands that were like monster claws, all turned into black tentacles like hundreds of blood vessels, and they directly scattered and flew out, wrapping the soldiers guarding the gate and their commanders in the black tentacles.

Subject Forty-Two then let the bullets of the other soldiers hit him, looked at the soldiers under the wall without pity as they shot at him, and walked into a closed room.

The tentacles were all in a wail of horror and despair, turning into flesh and blood and merging into the body of the test subject.

Seeing this scene, the commanding officer standing on the high place immediately understood the purpose of Subject 42, and he shouted to the soldiers with a hint of horror:

"Stop him, he's going to open the gates to the base."

However, the speed of the test subject was significantly faster than the command officer's orders, and he absorbed the memories of the officer guarding the gate of the base, figured out the gate code of the test base, and immediately opened the gate of the base as fast as he could after entering the vacant room.

As the huge base gate was opened, a large number of zombies were immediately revealed behind the gate.

There are ordinary zombies, mutated zombies, and even many special zombies that have been strengthened and mutated.

In the face of the open gate of the base, these zombies still stood in place, not attracted by the smell of blood in the base, as if they were not interested in the human flesh and blood in the base, still lingering on the periphery of the wall.

Originally, the Freemasons used their own control methods to attract a large number of zombies, and at the same time used as experimental materials, they could also use their huge numbers to protect the base, and these zombies would not attack the experimental base until the control was lifted.

However, this guy, known as Subject 42, is the only successful test subject who escaped from Dr. Manhattan's laboratory, and the only human who has successfully contained the genes of extraterrestrial life and survived the genetic fusion.

Not only does he have a perverted level of powerful vitality, even if only a piece of flesh remains, he can slowly recover, and he can also change the shape of his body at will, using physical strength beyond the limits of human beings.

It can even directly devour other people's flesh and blood to repair its own damage, and devour other people's brains to spy on other people's memories.

This was the ideal state of life for Dr. Manhattan, but now it has created a terrible enemy for Freemasonry.

As a human with alien life cells, Subject 42 naturally has a natural suppression of all zombie monsters, and is able to use its spirit to control all zombies within a few kilometers.

His level of control is much more powerful than the rough methods of Freemasonry that use human technology to simulate.

And now, these zombies, who are used as a protective barrier by Freemasonry, have become a cage for their despair.

Subject Forty-Two looked up at the commanding officer standing on a high place, ignored the bullets that had been struck on him, cracked his mouth to reveal his bloodshot sharp teeth, and said in a hateful tone:

"Masonic bastards, I'm not your test subject, my name is Alex."

"I'm your nightmare."

"All the scum of Freemasonry, to death."

With a roar from Alex, an invisible wave spread from him, and then connected to all the zombie monsters within a few kilometers of him.

And the moment they connected, all the zombies within a few kilometers let out a terrifying roar, and then rushed towards the location of the base gate as if they had received some order.

Look at the Freemasons who are close to the gates of the base, fighting desperately to no avail, and then being swallowed up by an endless wave of zombies.

Alex smiled and said:

"You're finished, they're coming for revenge."

"You have destroyed the world, and now it is their turn to destroy you."

………………

A few hours later, Dr. Manhattan, at the headquarters of the European Freemasonry, received a report from his men.

Another experimental base was destroyed by Subject 42, and so far, there have been four Masonic bases, and nearly 5,000 people have died at the hands of this experimental subject.

But now, there is nothing they can do with this terrible monster.

Aside from his monster-like physique, near-immortal body, and intelligence above normal human level.

The biggest headache for the Freemasons was that the subject had the ability to devour other people's bodies and spy on other people's memories.

As long as he catches a high-ranking member of high enough status, the secrets of Freemasonry will appear in front of him without concealment.

What makes Dr. Manhattan the proudest and most fearful is that after being integrated into the alien life genes, Subject 42 also has the ability to constantly evolve and adapt to the environment.

From just escaping from the laboratory, even ordinary guards are difficult to deal with, to now being able to destroy an experimental base with thousands of soldiers, it has only been three months.

If this Masonic enemy is allowed to continue to grow, it is hard to imagine how much damage he will bring to the entire Freemasonry.

Thinking of this, Dr. Manhattan said to his lieutenant in an emotionless voice:

"Pruitt, get the staff ready, we're going to reopen the gene fusion experiment."

As Dr. Manhattan's deputy, Prutt was also a high-ranking member of the Freemasonry, and after hearing Dr. Manhattan's order, he couldn't help but hesitate and said:

"Doctor, in the last gene fusion experiment, we conducted tens of thousands of experiments, and in the end, only Subject 42 survived, and became our enemy."

"The pain caused by the alien gene fusion experiment to the test subjects is too strong, and even if it can be successful again, there is a high chance that it will create an enemy for us again."

Dr. Manhattan frowned when he heard this, looked at his deputy with cold eyes, and said:

"Pruitt, as the creator, I know better than you what this test subject is capable of."

"Ordinary soldiers and weapons simply can't deal with him, and as time goes by, he will only grow stronger and stronger and more out of our grasp."

"If we don't create a test subject of the same level as soon as possible to deal with him, we Freemasons will be torn apart by this monster little by little."

Even when it comes to Freemasonry destruction, Manhattan's tone doesn't change much.

"Don't leave it to chance, Prut, I can tell you responsibly that the longer it drags on, the smaller our odds will be."

"If you don't stop him, in the end, this experimental subject can even control all the zombies in the world and become the emperor of zombies."

"We can't bet on the probability of failure."

As he spoke, Dr. Manhattan turned his gaze to the Freemasons who were faithfully working in the laboratory, and said in an emotionless voice:

"Since we can't control the materials from outside, and can't be sure if they can be used by us, let's let our own people do it, with the people who are most loyal to us."

"Once we fully master this gene fusion technology, all of us will be able to evolve into gods."

(End of chapter)