[TWD x Resident Evil] — Chapter 520 - Kill

The hall's load-bearing pillar had half its mass punched out of it by the Tyrant.

Crushed stone and plaster dust pattered down.

Leon tilted his head, let the claw miss, and kicked the Tyrant square in the knee joint.

The dull, meaty thud of the impact echoed down the corridor.

The ash-gray monster barely swayed. Its thick legs stayed rooted to the floor like iron bolts driven into the tile.

It felt nothing. Umbrella Corporation had cut its pain nerves out clean, right down to the root.

Going toe-to-toe with something like this would spike the adrenaline, sure. Fun while it lasted. But the efficiency was garbage.

The thing had hide like cured leather and bones denser than rebar. Hitting it was like hammering a solid steel plate with your bare hands.

Leon shook out his hands.

He'd seen what the Tyrant could do. He'd had his fun.

Time to get down to business.

The black chitinous armor coating his arms began to recede.

The Mutant Leeches, locked together in their interlocking mass, received new orders.

They detached. Dropped to the floor. Converged into several thick, churning rivers of black sludge and skimmed across the marble tile straight for the Tyrant's ankles.

The Tyrant's clouded eyes rolled downward.

It stared at the crawling things massing at its feet.

Instinct took over. It raised that massive, mutated claw and stomped down hard.

SQUELCH!

The leeches scattered on command, flowing apart like oil around a boot. Not a single one lost.

Before the Tyrant could lift its foot again, they were already climbing. Hundreds of circular mouths lined with backward-facing barbs clamped down in unison and sliced clean through the Tyrant's tough gray skin.

No pain. But the body knew. Some deep biological alarm tripped, and the Tyrant went berserk.

It let out a shriek that could peel paint off a wall.

Its giant claw swung into its own thigh, raking at the things burrowing into it.

RIIIP!

The force behind that strike was staggering. It tore away a massive chunk of grayish-white tissue, skin and flesh together, and black-red blood sprayed the ruined wall beside it.

Some leeches were shredded. But more poured directly into the wound the Tyrant had just torn open for them.

They burrowed into the muscle fiber. They fed.

This wasn't a fight. This was a one-sided feeding frenzy.

The Tyrant lost what was left of its mind.

It started tearing itself apart. Chest, abdomen, throat, every surface bore deep claw marks left by its own hand. Fist-sized chunks of flesh hit the floor, and the swarm swallowed them whole before they stopped moving.

Under a minute.

This ultimate bio-weapon, the one that had cost Umbrella Corporation hundreds of millions of dollars and on which the entire high command had pinned its hopes, couldn't even stay on its feet. The strength drained out of it all at once.

It crashed to the floor. Its massive body convulsed, shaking the tile beneath it.

The leech horde covered it completely. The wet, grinding sound of chewing filled the hall.

The convulsions stopped.

The flesh-and-blood giant that had stood 2.5 meters tall was gone. What remained on the floor was an enormous skeleton, every bone picked absolutely clean.

The swarm had swollen a full size larger. Gorged.

They flowed back across the floor to Leon's feet, reattached themselves to his tactical boots, and went still. Docile as a pack of well-fed dogs after dinner.

Leon smiled.

His earlier theory had been right on the money.

The Tyrant as an individual? He'd give it that. It was genuinely dangerous. An ordinary person without a rocket launcher had no real answer for it.

But it didn't matter how strong the individual was.

Enough ants can kill an elephant.

One leech was nothing. But he had them by the thousands, by the tens of thousands. What exactly was the Tyrant supposed to do against that?

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