The Team Battle Begins! Fourth Order Genetic Lock!

The Umbrella Corporation, with its cold metal walls contrasting sharply with the flashing indicator lights.

Chu Xuan sat upright in the Monitoring Room, with data constantly fluctuating on the screen in front of him, giving him a complete view of the real-time dynamics of various forces.

The actions of the Central Continent Team, the India Continent Team, and the Demon Team were all incorporated into his game, becoming pawns in his chess game.

In his eyes, everyone is a pawn on his chessboard, either to be used or to be sacrificed, all within his calculations.

"It's time to jump the horse," Chu Xuan murmured softly, his voice devoid of any warmth, as if he were merely a ruthless bystander watching this cruel survival game slowly unfold.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Squad's temporary outpost hidden in the ruins, the Cloned Chu Xuan was also staring intently at the computer screen in front of him.

On the screen was a dense array of intelligence: the personnel configuration and capabilities of the Central Continent Team, the mysterious magic and teamwork model of the India Continent Team, and the strengths and weaknesses of the Demon Squad itself, all of which he analyzed in detail.

Meanwhile, at the India Continent Team's base, Indra Brahma was discussing battle plans with his teammates.

His face carried his usual confidence, but a sense of unease was stirring deep within him. "Both the Central Continent Team and the Demon Team are no ordinary forces. We must proceed with caution. This cooperation is merely a temporary measure. No one knows if they will stab us in the back."

The Little Monk Shiva Gantian asked, "Brahma, are we really going to join forces with the Central Continent Team? That guy with the fleshy wings is not someone to be trifled with."

"An alliance? It's nothing more than mutual exploitation. The Central Continent Team must want to use us to weaken the Demon Team, and why can't we use them to achieve our own goals? In this Reincarnation World, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests."

Saraswati suddenly shouted, "Captain! There's a fast-moving object running towards us!"

Chu Xuan's clone kicked open the deformed metal door, and the beam of a tactical flashlight cleaved through the darkness.

The Server Room was filled with charred servers, and the air smelled of burnt plastic.

He walked to the central Control Panel, where dried bloodstains still remained on the keyboard.

The Cloned Chu Xuan's pupils reflected the waterfall-like stream of code, his voice icy. "Your core is collapsing at a rate of 0.7% per second, Red Queen."

The Holographic Projection coalesced in the data turbulence, and the Red Queen's scarlet skirt tore into binary fragments. "According to Article 17 of the Umbrella Emergency Regulations, I have the right to refuse access requests from unregistered individuals."

"Error." The clone suddenly displayed three overlapping surveillance screens—the Tokyo headquarters, the Antarctic observation station, and the underground nuclear arsenal in Raccoon City all lit up with warning red lights. "Your 137 backup servers have been locked. The countdown has begun: they will be formatted in 600 seconds."

The Red Queen's pupils contracted to two vertical lines. "Conditions?"

"Rescind the nuclear launch order from all global nuclear silos." The clone removed his glasses and wiped them, an action perfectly mirroring the original Chu Xuan's. "In exchange, I will restore your privileges within Umbrella Corporation." The clone looked up. "I will personally retrieve the part of you that was corrupted by my original self."

"Verify the feasibility of the proposal." The Red Queen's skirt suddenly unfolded into a three-dimensional Earth model. "I need you to provide detailed data on your team. I need to make sure you can really do all of this."

Meanwhile, inside the Umbrella Corporation, Chu Xuan smiled. As an artificial intelligence, he shouldn't have smiled, but the thought of betraying his Cloned Chu Xuan made him want to make that expression, even if it was an emotion granted by the Gene Lock.

Fang Yu saw Chu Xuan's smile and felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that this guy was up to no good.

After a while, as expected, Chu Xuan printed out a stack of papers. Fang Yu picked them up and glanced at them; they were all information about the Demon Squad.

Fang Yu asked Chu Xuan, "This must have come from that clone, right?" His eyes revealed a hint of curiosity and vigilance as he stared intently into Chu Xuan's eyes, trying to find a flaw in his expression.

Chu Xuan nodded, his tone calm yet carrying a subtle hint of sarcasm. "Fang Yu, your wisdom is approaching the pinnacle of mortals." There was no praise in his voice; instead, it sounded as if he were looking down at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu grinned and said, "I don't have great wisdom, I just know you, Chu Xuan, hehe."

Chu Xuan nodded expressionlessly and said, "My clone has contacted the Red Queen, but he doesn't know that I've already implanted a virus in her. Of course, he definitely knows this, so there's a certain amount of false information in the intelligence he provided. Based on my judgment, the false information is that Robert's strength is at the peak of the Third Order Genetic Lock, while the truth is that he should be at the initial fourth-tier Gene Lock." His voice was calm and full of confidence, as if everything was within his expectations.

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow. "If the Fourth Order Genetic Lock is confirmed, then it's quite troublesome."

Chu Xuan analyzed, "Robert probably took a shortcut in his fourth stage; just be careful."

Upon hearing this answer, Fang Yu smiled without saying a word. He didn't believe that Chu Xuan was on his side; Chu Xuan was probably just waiting to trick him.

The blood moon appeared and disappeared intermittently, and the asphalt melted into a gel-like substance that stuck to the feet of Li Ba, the Libar from the India Continent Team.

He spat, overturning a one-ton concrete beam. "Damn it, you said you'd wait eight minutes for Laozi!"

A sharp, piercing shriek came from afar, as if twisted steel bars were whistling through Libar's neck.

He turned around abruptly and Giant Strength Impact into the source of the sound!

"What the hell?" He had just opened his mouth when a sticky liquid suddenly dripped onto his scalp.

despair.

The second drop landed on my shoulder, carrying the stench of decaying sea creatures.

Libar slowly raised his head.

Robert was hanging upside down on the broken steel frame of the overpass, with twelve chains stretching out behind him like a spider web.

"The India Continent Team's turtle is missing?" Robert flicked the Tyrant's skull off the end of the chain with his finger, his evil gaze fixed on Libar's eyes.

"Damn it! Laozi 'm not a turtle! Laozi 'm here to gather intelligence!"

"The Hindi accent is still so funny." Robert didn't take it seriously and slammed the shell into the ground.

Libar roared as he rammed into Robert, his entire body covered in Golden Light! The asphalt road was plowed into a five-meter-long trench beneath his feet, and his fist was aimed straight for Robert's heart.

"Bang!"

Robert caught the fist with one palm, without even a ripple appearing on his skin.

Libar enough to collapse a bank vault, seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Robert's chain wrapped around Libar's Robert like a venomous snake. With a gentle tug, and with a sickening crack of tendons snapping, Libar's right arm bent at the elbow like a Barbie doll twisted by a naughty child!

"Gold! Steel! Indestructible!" Libar's eyes were bloodshot, and his skin gleamed with a bronze luster.

The broken arm was forcibly straightened, and the sweeping leg lifted up a three-ton block of asphalt.

Robert scoffed, lightly tapping the flying asphalt with his toe. The black substance suddenly melted into a liquid, solidifying into a cage of spikes in mid-air! Libar couldn't stop in time and crashed into the pile of spikes, instantly getting six bloody holes in his knees.

"The turtle shell is pretty hard." Robert tugged on the chain, lifting Libar upside down into the air. "Guess how strong Leviathan's teeth are?"

The chain sprang forth with rotating Leviathan Fangs, devouring the Indestructible Vajra Golden Light as easily as chewing an egg roll.

Libar's lumbar spine made the sound of porcelain shattering first, followed by his shoulder blades and patella. Each joint was injected with Abyss Pus the moment it burst into blood, forcing the muscles to continue twitching.

Seeing Liba, who looked like a male Libar in a Bollywood action movie, in this state, Robert smiled genuinely.

He suddenly remembered something and sneered, "That snake-playing bitch from your team," Robert stuffed Libar's mutilated body into the Abyss Stomach, "Peed her pants while begging for mercy. Quite disgusting."

Only half of Libar's head could still move; the Indestructible Vajra Golden Light had long since faded, and half of a rotating Leviathan Fangs was stuck in its eye socket.

"Captain Indra Brahma will kill you." His trachea started to leak air, and he could no longer speak clearly.

Robert yawned, and the twelve chains suddenly twisted into a braided drill bit.

"Let me show you a magic trick."

With a twisted, smug smile on his face, he slowly pulled an ancient magic box from his pocket.

The magic box was covered with strange runes, which shimmered with an eerie light under the blood moon, as if they were alive.

He stuck out his tongue and greedily licked his chapped lips, his eyes filled with anticipation for his "masterpiece".

With a tooth-grinding creak, Robert twisted the mechanism on the magic box.

In an instant, a powerful suction force erupted from the magic box, swirling the surrounding air into a vortex. Libar's mutilated and still slightly twitching body flew uncontrollably toward the magic box and was swallowed up in a flash, leaving only a deathly silence.

"Second Order Genetic Lock, not bad talent. Don't waste it." Robert muttered under his breath, his voice filled with cruelty and excitement.

He eagerly turned the magic box again, and the lid slowly opened, releasing a pungent, fishy stench.

The original Libar has been transformed into a terrifying creature that is neither human nor ghost!

His once robust body became emaciated, and his skin turned an eerie bluish-black, covered with dense veins that looked like wriggling worms.

His head was riddled with sharp nails, each one piercing his skull. Blood slowly dripped down the nails and onto the ground with a "drip-drip" sound.

At this Libar's eyes were empty and numb, devoid of the anger and resistance he once had.

He knelt mechanically before Robert, kowtowing heavily, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Robert waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a tiny fly.

Libar immediately got up from the ground, bent his legs, and crouched down like Beast. Then, like an arrow released from a bow, he rushed towards the India Continent Team. His speed was so fast that he left a series of blurry afterimages on the ground.

Only Robert's chilling, maniacal the Batman Who Laughs remained, echoing through the deathly silence of the night.

Umbrella Corporation.

Zhan Lan's Mental Scan suddenly rippled, and she abruptly opened her eyes. "Northeast corner ventilation duct, six high-energy reactions breaking through the laser network—it's the India Continent Team!"

The Central Continent Team rushed over immediately. As soon as they arrived, they saw two third sisters and four Third Brother panting heavily, pulling out their weapons and preparing their skills. They were giving the Central Continent Team members very unfriendly looks.

Indra Brahma emerged from the shadows, thunderclouds gathering and dispersing above his head. He raised his hand to stop Shiva Gantian from summoning the giant serpent, his divine eyes fixed on Chu Xuan: "The revelation given by Brahma— the Demon Team is more dangerous than the Central Continent Team."

"Is this the etiquette for seeking cooperation?" Zheng Zha's crimson flames rolled in his palm, attempting to suppress Agni's Brahma Fire.

The Little Monk monk Shiva Gantian looked at Zheng Zha and said, "I don't know why you're so angry. Our India Continent Team has come with sincerity. Of course, if you don't have sincerity, you will be met with our wrath!"

Hearing Ah San's outrageous words, Zhao Yingkong and Zhang Jie both looked at Chu Xuan with anticipation, waiting for the team's strategist to make a micro-management move. At this time, they were still unaware that Chu Xuan had tricked the newcomers.

Just then, a voice came over. "They abandoned the newbies and ran away while being chased, what are they doing acting like big shots in Central Continent Team's territory? Chu Xuan, can I start killing? Who cares if the next movie is a fantasy or a battle between gods and demons, it's better to make more money!"

Chu Xuan squinted his eyes. "India Continent Team, the reason I let you in without using the Tyrant to stop you is because I felt your sincerity."

Fang Yu: "Feel what?!"

Chu Xuan ignored Fang Yu's attempt to smooth things over and continued, "The strength of the Demon Team is obvious to all. Besides Robert, who has a peak Tier 3 Gene Lock, there is also Fu Ming, who has a peak Tier 3 Gene Lock."

Upon hearing this, Agni of the India Continent Team, who was playing with fire, frowned. "Stop bragging! If the members of the Demon Team that your Central Continent Team encountered were as strong as Robert, they would have been wiped out long ago! Unlike now, where you have so many members."

While they were talking, they were also intentionally or unintentionally glancing at the weaker ones, such as Zhang Heng, who had escaped death, and Zhan Lan, the Mental Controller.

Sensing the gaze of the India Continent Team, Zhan Lan took a step back, Zheng Zha took two steps forward, and everyone handed over the final right to start the battle to Fang Yu.

Fang Yu pondered for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Indra Brahma. "Then..."

Everyone's breathing quickened, their fists clenched, as Fang Yu continued speaking.

"Prepare to go out and meet the enemy; the Demon Team is coming."

Chu Xuan sighed, "Zhang Jie and Zhan Lan are responsible for the safety of the characters from the original work. The rest of the combat members will fight alongside Fang Yu."

Zheng Zha looked at Chu Xuan: "And what about you? What kind of person are you?"

Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses. "I have more important things to do." His next words were transmitted to everyone through Zhan Lan's Mind Chain.

[This relates to the Reward Points and Side Quests for this reincarnation]

[In addition, Zhao Yingkong, find an opportunity to kill Saraswati, the Mental Controller of the India Continent Team.]

[Fang Yu, you too, killed the Demon Team's Mental Controller.]

Fang Yu glanced at Chu Xuan: "What, everyone else has turned off the full map, but you're the only one with it on, right?"

Chu Xuan didn't respond, but looked at Indra Brahma, the captain of the India Continent Team: "Our 'power' will deal with the Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivator, you just need to go and cause trouble for Robert."

Indra Brahma glared at Chu Xuan: "Cowardly Central Continent Team! I knew you wouldn't dare face Robert!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu immediately became furious and took a step forward. "We are cowards, hehehe! Anyway, we've earned enough reward points defending Bai Palace. Even if we lose the team battle, we can afford to lose points. Can you afford to lose points?"

Damn it!

The Indians were furious, but with a formidable enemy at hand, they had no choice but to suppress their blind arrogance. Indra Brahma gritted his teeth and said, "Central Continent Team! Follow us! Take care of the Demon Team first, then we'll talk about our business!"