Whatever the Boss Says Goes

Upon hearing Russell's words, everyone quickly understood the reason after a moment's thought. The trident had become a trophy of war, and it was so badly damaged that the forks had been cut off. It was easy to imagine whether Poseidon was dead or alive.

Even though rumors circulated that Zeus and his brothers did not get along, no matter how fiercely they argued behind closed doors, they would certainly be united in their attacks on outsiders.

It's reasonable and logical that Russell killed Poseidon and was cursed by an angry Zeus!

But can rainwater stop a nuclear bomb from exploding?

Everyone was puzzled, but dared not ask any questions. They would do whatever the big shot said!

With the trident in hand, Russell gazed into the distance as rainwater formed a high wall that completely surrounded the vast Raccoon City.

Rainwater certainly cannot stop the power of a nuclear explosion. Even a small-yield, short-range tactical nuclear bomb can generate such high temperatures that it is devastating, enough to evaporate all the clouds in the sky, let alone a little water.

What Russell wanted to do was not to block the energy after the nuclear explosion, but to change its flight trajectory, much like Iron Man carrying a nuclear bomb into a wormhole.

Using a combination of gentle and strong water flow, we can lay a slide to gradually deflect the flight path of a nuclear missile... It should be no problem!

It doesn't matter if he fails. When he's the only survivor in Raccoon City, he won't say anything, and no one will know what happened today.

The surrounding rainwater surged wildly into the distance. The water walls outside the city were too far away, and since dawn had not yet broken, all people could see when they looked into the distance was the darkness of night. They clenched their fists and began to pray with their eyes closed.

Intercepting nuclear missiles isn't actually as difficult as one might imagine. While the interception probability of ballistic missiles, especially intercontinental ballistic missiles that have already entered the atmosphere, is extremely low, the nuclear missile heading towards Raccoon City is an airborne cruise missile, making interception very easy; it can simply be shot down.

Some powerful individuals can be taken care of with just a grenade!

There is no need to worry that the nuclear bomb will explode. There may be duds in the world that love life and refuse nuclear explosion, but there will never be a nuclear bomb that can be blown up by a hammer.

Nuclear bombs differ from conventional explosives; they are less like bombs and more like sophisticated instruments. Their detonation is carried out step by step according to a pre-programmed sequence. The explosives used are highly insensitive to external stimuli; if it is said to detonate in five minutes, it will never detonate a second earlier.

When attacked by external forces, the instrument will be damaged, similar to a computer hardware failure that causes it to crash. It will then be unable to execute the various commands for nuclear detonation and will instantly turn into a pile of nuclear waste.

Russell's abilities made it unnecessary to go to such lengths to intercept this tactical nuclear missile; he had several Character Cards and Skill Card at hand that could easily solve the problem, but he was unwilling to do so.

Waste!

No reward!

It's fine to indulge in a little self-indulgence and show off occasionally, but it's not advisable to do it purely for the sake of showing off and make it a habit.

Sacrificing personal gain for the sake of showing off is not Russell's style; he'd rather not do it. You could call it prudence, or you could call it pragmatism—in any case, he's the type to act only after he sees a benefit, and he never does anything that harms others without benefiting himself...

Unless it's really hurtful!

"They're here..."

On the outskirts of Raccoon City, a missile sliced through the rain, leaving a long white trail as it hurtled towards the city.

Russell used the Trident to control the rain, thus gaining early detection of the airborne cruise missile carrying Negasonic Teenage Warhead. The torrential rain surged forth, forming a winding slide in mid-air.

The seemingly weak resistance of the water flow gradually deflected the cruise missile's trajectory, causing it to change direction outside Raccoon City and return to the direction it came from.

Not long after, a blinding white light appeared in the distance, and the rise of the little sun seemed to herald the official arrival of dawn.

A flash of light, accompanied by a shockwave, swept wildly in all directions amidst the Skyfire of the explosion, shattering the trident-shaped water wall in an instant.

The remaining shockwaves continued forward, affecting even the city hall in the city center. The glass on the upper floors of the building was shattered by the shockwaves and fell in large pieces with a crashing sound.

Russell deployed his Wings of Light in advance to protect everyone, preventing a tragedy from falling objects that could have injured innocent bystanders. Unfortunately, Director Kane happened to be outside the range of the Wings of Light and was killed instantly, his body mangled and bloody.

An unexpected incident occurred, and everyone knew it was Russell's unintentional mistake, so no one dared to utter a single word of nonsense.

Eyes straight ahead. JPG

It's actually better that Kane is dead; it's all over now, much better than being tormented by the Holy Flame any longer.

"How are things? Are the electronic devices still usable?"

"There's no other way..."

"This is troublesome. We need to find a way to contact the outside world before the Umbrella Corporation does."

"..."

Inside the city hall, a group of people were busy searching for communication equipment. Such a large municipal building must have electronic equipment specifically designed to deal with electromagnetic pulses.

Russell didn't join in, and no one dared to let him do anything. He leaned against the wall alone, wondering where all the Reincarnator had gone and why he hadn't seen a single ghost yet.

Is this still the Main God Space?

"Well..."

A conflicted voice sounded beside him. Russell turned his head and saw Payton, Jill, and their group. Payton's face was contorted with rage as he struggled to speak.

"You've always called me 'buddy,' haven't you? I like that!"

"Things are different now..."

Payton gave a wry smile, unable to regard Russell as an equal friend any longer. "Thank you for saving my life. I always thought you were joking about the Holy Light Strike."

"No, the version has been updated; it's now called Divine Punishment!"

"Okay, whatever you say!"

Jill pushed Payton away, gave him a reproachful look, and tentatively asked Russell, "Could you tell me your next move? Are you staying in Raccoon City, or are you leaving with us?"

The "Anti- Umbrella Corporation Alliance," led by two strong women, has been established and is eager to get Russell's help. They believe they have a high chance of success, since angels don't descend to earth for no reason; they might be here to eliminate zombies.

"To be honest, I'm here on vacation, and saving you was just something I did on the side." Russell shrugged. "Human choices are always in human hands, and I won't interfere, nor do I have anything to guide you."

Everyone was taken aback by what he said, Jill was very confused. "But..."

"There's no 'but' about it, I'm just too tired."

Russell sighed and said, "Some time ago Hell's Gate opened, and Archangel Gabriel and I descended to Earth and drove Asmodeus, the King of Hell, and his army back to Hell. That battle took a lot of my energy, and I just want to find a quiet place to rest for a while."

"A while ago?"

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Had a major, mysterious incident occurred somewhere recently?

Russell stood by the window, gazing at the distant blue sky. "I remember it was around 1780, and in the blink of an eye it's already 2019. Time really flies."

"It's only 2002 this year..." Payton muttered under his breath.

Russell glared at Payton, thinking, "You think you're so smart? You think you know everything?" Then he smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I've been traveling through dimensional worlds so much that I've mixed up the timelines!"

I don't understand it, but it sounds impressive!

Jill pressed further, "So what's your opinion on zombies, and how should humanity deal with them?"

"Go find Dr. Ashford. Although he developed the T-Virus to treat his daughter and the Umbrella Corporation is the culprit, he also bears undeniable responsibility. If he could develop the T-Virus, he can certainly find a way to eradicate the infection on a large scale. Consider it an atonement for his sins."

As Russell finished speaking, the scenery before him changed drastically; Jill and the others had vanished, replaced by...

A chessboard!