Chapter 74 The real...power!
Spain, somewhere.
Still the same red beret.
Klausa, wearing a gray short-sleeved combat uniform and carrying gear, passed through a rock passage and came to the entrance of a village.
After inserting the silver dagger that he had been tossing in his hand into the scabbard on his shoulder, he took out the phone from his pocket and dialed the number.
"Annabelle, I'm in the village you mentioned. Where are you?"
The reply came quickly from the other end of the phone:
"I'll go inform Leader Sadler and he'll send someone to pick you up right away."
Anabel Garcia Escudero, a college classmate of Krausa.
After Javier's action, Krauser frantically searched for a way to repair his arm and become stronger at the same time.
After contacting this old college classmate, I learned that he was actually working for Umbrella and was also the research director.
When Annabell learned that Klauser had lost an arm fighting BOW, she began to pursue power.
The two hit it off immediately, and Annabelle invited Klauser to go to Spain to find an organization called "The Church of Light".
There is a parasite called Las Plagas (Pulaca) that can help Krauser gain the power he dreams of.
Annabelle is the research director of the Plaka project.
After explaining the characteristics of the Plaka parasite to Krauser many times.
Klauser was persuaded by Annabell to come for the experiment out of his pursuit of power.
After making the contact, Klausa began to look around the village.
The overall look is medieval.
There is a small square in the center of the village, and on both sides are some stone houses.
Not far away there is a building that looks like a medieval bell tower.
“It’s such a retro and remote place.”
Krauser came to the square, muttering to himself.
There were some villagers nearby, holding various farm tools in their hands and doing farm work.
But when they saw Klauser, a foreigner who didn't fit in here, they all put down their farm tools and turned to stare at Klauser.
Then, each of them walked towards Krauser, speaking in an obscure Spanish language.
However, they only formed a circular encirclement and surrounded Krauser, and then stopped moving.
Soon, not far ahead, next to the tower.
A door with a strange insect-shaped symbol engraved on it was pushed open.
An old man wearing an oversized leather trench coat, a round hat, and a large goatee that was longer than his neck appeared.
He slowly walked out of the encirclement, and the villagers took the initiative to make way for him.
Then, he stood less than half a meter in front of Klausa.
He must have been at least 2 meters tall, and Krauser had to look up at him.
"Take me to see your leader Sadler."
Krauser said this expressionlessly.
The next second, the old man suddenly reached out and grabbed Klausa's neck and lifted him up.
Krauser was startled.
You have to know that a strong man who is about 1 meters tall and full of muscles must weigh at least 8 kilograms.
The old man actually lifted it up with one hand.
The huge force coming from his neck forced Klauser to deal with it with all his strength.
Since his left hand was disabled, Krauser could only grab the old man's arm with his right hand and exert force with his lower body.
While stepping on the old man's chest with his left foot, he kicked the side of the old man's head with his right foot.
This blow only caused the old man to stagger slightly, but it also successfully made him let go of Klausa.
After escaping from the trap, Klausa came behind the old man like a ghost, jumped up and rode directly on the old man's back.
Then, he drew out the silver dagger from the scabbard on his left shoulder with his right hand.
A knife stabbed into the old man’s left eye socket!
The old man felt the pain and grabbed Klauser on his back.
With a light throw, Krauser flew several meters away.
When Klausa, who was smashed against the stone wall, struggled to get up again, the old man had already arrived in front of him.
But it's not to end him.
The silver, mirror-like dagger was covered in blood and thrown at Klausa's feet. Then he spoke:
"You have passed the test of my Lord and are about to receive the gift."
The old man, whose one eye had already disappeared, seemed to feel no pain at all.
Klausa endured the pain and followed the old man to a castle, where he met a dwarf.
Next to him stood a strange man who was also very tall but wearing a black robe.
(Pesanta the Hound, the Executioner Verdugo has not appeared yet)
As soon as the dwarf saw Klausa, he started to speak in a sarcastic tone:
"Can such a person with strong limbs and simple mind come to receive the Holy Gift?"
"Hahahahahahaha~"
Klauser just gave the little dwarf a cold look.
The height may be just over 1 meter, or even less than 1 meter.
"Watch your words, City Lord."
"He is our honored guest now."
"Next, you will take him to see the leader."
After the old man finished speaking, he entrusted Klausa to the "city lord" and turned back to walk towards the village.
The "city lord" just snorted in dissatisfaction, and then took the black-robed weirdo and Klauser into the castle.
At the back of the castle, Klauser indeed saw several people in white coats.
The Umbrella logo is also printed on their clothes.
Then, we took a speedboat to a deserted island.
Waiting for him on the island was a man wearing a purple robe that covered the back of his head and holding a strange scepter.
Next to her was a capable female researcher wearing a white coat who looked to be in her thirties.
It was Annabell who had contacted Krauser before.
"Are you Sadler?"
Krauser looked at Sadler, who was dressed like a charlatan, and couldn't help but sneer.
"Lost lamb, why do you come here to seek refuge with the Lord?"
Sadler didn't seem to care about Krauser's sarcasm and just asked in a low voice.
In response to Sadler's questioning:
"You sommond me."
Krauser raised his hideous face with a huge scar:
“I came.”
Looking at this face, Sadler showed his four big white teeth with satisfaction and nodded.
Afterwards, Annabell couldn't wait to take Klauser to a laboratory on the top of the island.
After entering the laboratory, everything here seems out of tune with the desolation outside.
Various reflective wall panels that look very high-end, the umbrella logo, and a large number of researchers.
This made Krauser even more convinced that they were really researching a powerful biological weapon.
Came to a place that looked like a laboratory bench.
A young researcher with a long middle-parted hair, who looked to be about 27,28 or years old and had a slightly untidy beard, asked Krauser to lie down on the experimental table.
Krauser's arms were then tied tightly with multiple layers of leather belts.
"Relax, buddy."
"Dizziness is normal."
The man with long middle-parted hair smiled at Krauser.
The latter lies completely flat, takes a deep breath, relaxes all muscles and closes his eyes.
As two needles pierced Krauser's arm.
Two round, unidentified creatures in the embryonic stage in the syringe were injected into Krauser's arm.
Then, some anesthetic gas was used to put Krauser into a coma...
……
After an unknown amount of time, the originally quiet Klausa suddenly opened his eyes.
His hands, restrained by the belt, were suddenly pulled forward.
"what!"
The pain in his arm made him cry out.
The muscles all over his body were tense, and a huge amount of strange black veins appeared on his arms.
Fortunately, the quality of the belt was good, and several researchers rushed up to hold Krauser down.
When the struggling gradually subsided, Annabell at the side asked the researchers to let go.
"Do you feel any difference in your body?"
Annabelle asked excitedly.
The belt was undone, and Krauser sat up, feeling it slightly.
A strange voice seemed to appear in my mind.
It seemed as if there was a vague voice calling him from far away.
"O lost lamb...you have been given our Most Holy Body..."
Then, Krauser clenched his previously disabled left hand.
An unprecedented feeling of power surged into his arms, as if he could blow up the old man with just one punch.
The arm that was crippled by the virus has now recovered and is even stronger.
"I feel... the power!"
"Pure, unadulterated power!"
“The real power!!!”