Rustle—
"I didn't expect you to really come. At least it wasn't for nothing that I had him leak the information."
A rough male voice came through the silo district's loudspeakers.
"Should I call you foolish or brave? Let me introduce myself. I am Sergei Vladimir, Director of Umbrella's Security Department. To all the BSAA members who came from afar, welcome to the hell that belongs to you."
"Aren't you here to investigate a new B.O.W. transaction? Then please enjoy Umbrella's greatest masterpiece that I have prepared for you—"
"The Talos Tyrant."
Boom!!
Amid an ear-splitting explosion, a concrete wall not far from Chris suddenly collapsed under an immense force. Bricks shattered into gravel and sprayed everywhere, window glass exploded along with its frames, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
Accompanied by thunderous footsteps, a gigantic and horrifying figure wrapped in metal armor stepped out of the smoke.
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The wall cracked, and dust and debris billowed high into the air.
Thud, thud... Like a heavy hammer smashing brick and glass against an anvil, the massive inhuman figure slowly emerged from the haze, hunched slightly forward.
Its external metal armor was an experimental white, as if it had not yet been painted. It was fixed to its body like prosthetic implants. It wore armored boots protecting the vulnerable joints around its ankles and calves, knee guards, and thick, engineering-enhanced bracers fitted over its grotesquely mismatched arms, one large and one small.
What made Chris's scalp tingle most was the monstrous thing mounted on its absurdly muscular, disproportionately thick torso.
On its back was a massive ammunition-belt backpack like a refrigerator. Its two shoulder guards were incredibly thick and rose higher than its head.