In front of Marcus, the colossal Tyrant Xenomorph unleashed a deafening psychic roar. Immediately, it led the Rippers, Enhanced Lictors, and other Tyranid Warbeasts, surging towards the rapidly retreating tanks and armored vehicles. The ten-meter-tall Tyrant Xenomorph, like an unstoppable bulldozer, trampled over the wave of Slashers beneath its feet, charging directly towards a continuously reversing tank. The external black psychic brain-like organ on its back discharged a terrifying psychic shockwave, instantly piercing through an armored vehicle not far away.
"Boom!" Flames erupted, and none of the crew members inside the armored vehicle survived. This utterly supernatural display instantly dropped the jaws of everyone in the nearby tank. "What kind of monster is this?! Did the Umbrella Corporation guys create this!?" the tank Commander among them exclaimed, seemingly having some understanding of Umbrella's biological weapons. "Fire! Fire quickly! Machine gun teams, open fire too!"
The tank's turret rotated, pointing directly at the charging Tyrant Xenomorph. "Boom!" A depleted uranium armor-piercing round screamed from the barrel, hurtling towards the Tyrant Xenomorph at 1700 meters per second. However, before the shell even touched its target, it was instantly detonated by the Xenomorph's potent psychic energy, creating a brilliant fireworks display. As for the large-caliber machine gun bullets, they merely struck the Tyrant Xenomorph's dark chitinous carapace, unable to cause even the slightest scratch.
Inside the Abrams tank, the panicked driver had floored the accelerator, reaching speeds of over fifty kilometers per hour. In the complex, debris-strewn urban streets, this was already its maximum. Yet, in front of the massive and incredibly swift Tyrant Xenomorph, the tank's pace was like a snail's. In less than ten seconds, the Tyrant Xenomorph had already closed the distance. During this time, it had effortlessly used its psychic power to detonate yet another incoming armor-piercing round.
The next moment, two colossal, scythe-like claws swung down with a sound of tearing air. They effortlessly pierced through the tank's thick armor, embedding themselves firmly within it. One crew member was instantly impaled by the sharp claws, blood splattering throughout the cramped interior. Amidst the panicked screams of the other crew members, the Tyrant Xenomorph, with its unparalleled strength, forcibly pinned the fully operational tank in place. The tank's engine was already emitting black smoke from overheating, straining against the impossible force.
The next second, the psychic organ on the Tyrant Xenomorph's back glowed again. A psychic blast was unleashed. The terrifying psychic energy surged throughout the entire tank, then exploded with a roar! Soaring flames engulfed both the entire tank and the Tyrant Xenomorph. As the smoke cleared, the Abrams tank had been reduced to a pile of twisted fragments. Yet, the Tyrant Xenomorph remained completely unscathed.
"Roar!" After letting out a triumphant roar towards the sky, the Tyrant Xenomorph once again shifted its massive weight, swiftly charging towards other battlefields. This perfect creation, a devastating combination of Xenomorph and Tyranid, had taken less than a dozen seconds to completely destroy a main battle tank without suffering any damage whatsoever.
Meanwhile, in other parts of the battlefield, the Rippers were launching an unstoppable, ferocious assault. Wherever they went, even armored vehicles and tanks weighing tens of tons were completely overturned. Powerful bone spines shot out from the Rippers' backs, effortlessly penetrating into the tanks and instantly killing the crew members inside. Lictors and Enhanced Lictors hovered in mid-air, acting as living turrets, continuously unleashing powerful psychic attacks. Each psychic orb could instantly destroy an armored vehicle or heavily damage a main battle tank, causing it to stall. The shells and bullets fired at the Lictors were either detonated mid-air or stopped by their psychic power.
Further back, Spore Beasts were continuously spitting out Spore Mines, and hundreds of these mines were already hovering in the air, charging towards the armored vehicles and tanks. Strong acid and potent toxins instantly covered them, rapidly corroding their heavy armor and dissolving the internal crew members into puddles of slime.
"Monsters, these are monsters from hell!" Many soldiers were completely terrified by the unkillable Necromorphs and the terrifying Tyranid Warbeasts. They frantically retreated, abandoning their equipment, desperately trying to escape this hellish battlefield. On the rooftop of a distant skyscraper, Marcus watched all of this with grim satisfaction. Unbeknownst to him, he already possessed the strength to contend with modern mechanized armies.
In the outskirts of Raccoon City, inside the command post, several frantic-looking communicators rushed in. "General! You'd best come outside and see!" The Commander, who was originally on a call with Washington, looked displeased. "What, those zombies can't possibly repel all our soldiers, can they?" No sooner had he spoken than the Tyrant Xenomorph's psychic roar reached their ears. The Commander, feeling a stinging pain in his head, instantly dropped the communicator in his hand and stepped out of the command post.
As soon as he exited, this Commander saw a dozen battle-scarred armored vehicles and tanks rapidly retreating towards the command post. Their turrets were still continuously firing, and the sound of exploding shells kept ringing out, as if they were engaging some unseen monster behind them. Behind these armored vehicles and tanks, there were also hundreds of soldiers who had thrown away their weapons, their expressions filled with despair, continuously fleeing. Seeing that things were going south, the Commander immediately pulled out his binoculars and looked towards Raccoon City.
Countless terrifying and ferocious Necromorphs had already burst out of the urban area, surging like a black tide into the temporary defensive line constructed by the National Guard. Within the wave of Slashers, the colossal Tyrant Xenomorph, like a grim Commander, stood at the very front, continuously hunting down armored vehicles and tanks that couldn't retreat in time. Several quick-thinking soldiers immediately grabbed the still-stunned Commander and shoved him into an off-road vehicle. With a stomp on the accelerator, they sped away from the soon-to-be-overrun position.
Those positions, originally built temporarily to defend against weak zombies, were instantly annihilated like weeds in front of the Necromorphs and Tyranid Warbeasts. Along with the soldiers in those positions who hadn't had time to react or hadn't managed to get a vehicle to evacuate, all of them were swallowed by the relentless wave of Necromorphs. Thousands of National Guard soldiers were thus completely routed, with only a small portion of remnants fleeing beyond the outskirts of Raccoon City. And the Necromorphs and Tyranid Warbeasts, also strictly adhering to Marcus's orders, did not continue their pursuit.
It wasn't until they were several kilometers away that the Commander finally regained his composure, shakily pulling out his communicator and contacting Washington. He had to immediately report everything that had happened in Raccoon City. What existed here was definitely not as simple as just biological weapons created by the Umbrella Corporation!