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Within the violently rotating particle storm, countless Transformium particles surged and collided like a living tide. They spun faster and faster, glowing with an unstable crimson-silver light, as if responding to an ancient summons. The air itself trembled under the pressure. Even the sea below churned restlessly, as though sensing the awakening of something that should never have returned.
Jack stood at the core of the storm. His body, still bearing the scars left by the corpse dragon's flames, vibrated faintly as the particles responded to his will. His eyes suddenly flared, a sharp beam cutting through the chaos.
"This great one feels a will," Jack said slowly, his voice unusually serious.
"This will… is summoning."
For the first time since the battle began, Jack's expression lost its casual arrogance. What he felt was not mere power—it was recognition. A presence from the past, long buried, was answering his call.
The storm shuddered.
A deep, ancient voice echoed from within, heavy and tyrannical, like the roar of a god forged from steel and war.
"My lord… allow me to recover. Remold my body. I will quell all hindrance for my lord."
Jack's pupils contracted sharply.
"Shura King."
"So… you were not truly destroyed."
Memories surged through his mind.
During the Hong Kong war, Shura King had been annihilated by Lockdown's artillery, his colossal body shattered into fragments. Then came the Seed—a weapon that turned an entire city into molten steel. Shura King's remains were reduced to their most primitive state, broken down into countless Transformium particles, scattered across the ruins like dust.
Back then, Jack had absorbed massive amounts of Transformium to survive. Included within it were the remnants of Shura King himself.
Now, the time had come.
Jack extended both arms. The air screamed as Transformium tore itself free from his body and surged toward the storm.
"Return what belongs to him," Jack commanded coldly.
The particles obeyed instantly.
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Above the sea, the corpse dragon sensed danger.
Its massive head lifted, blood-red eyes narrowing as it unleashed a furious roar.
"ROAR——!"
Opening its jaws, it spewed a thick column of hellfire, a flame so intense it warped the air and boiled the sea beneath it. This fire had melted Jack once already. It was destruction incarnate.
The flame slammed into the particle storm.
But instead of burning… the storm absorbed it.
A booming laugh echoed from within.
"Who dares feed me fire?"
Jack smirked, pain still flickering in his eyes.
"A stupid dragon sent it to you."
"Dragon?" the voice scoffed.
"Before me, who dares claim that title?"
The storm suddenly collapsed inward.
A massive skeletal frame emerged first, metallic bones locking together with thunderous force. Then came layers of living metal, flowing and shaping themselves like molten iron under divine control.
Transformium surged, hardened, and fused.
The Shura King was reborn.
A hundred-meter steel colossus rose above the sea, blotting out the sky. His main body resembled Grimlock, but his form incorporated the savage traits of Scorn, Slug, and Strafe. Three enormous steel horns crowned his head. Jagged spines lined his back like a crown of blades. Gigantic wings unfolded, each tipped with meteor-hammer weapons capable of annihilating cities.
The sea shook violently.
Jack's Second-layered Transformers Form materialized above him. Gripping a massive black longsword, Jack descended and landed atop Shura King's back.
BOOM.
The impact sent shockwaves rippling across the ocean.
"My body has restored," Shura King roared.
"My lord, I will crush all before you."
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The corpse dragon froze.
Fear—true fear—flickered in its monstrous eyes.
Never before had it encountered such overwhelming dominance.
Still, driven by instinct, it roared and launched multiple massive fireballs toward Jack.
"Low-level tricks," Shura King scoffed.
He opened his jaws and devoured the fireballs whole.
Jack's voice rang out calmly.
"Shura King, do not kill it too fast."
"Let it despair."
"Understood, my lord."
With a single beat of his wings, Shura King generated a hurricane-force gale and surged forward.
The corpse dragon panicked.
It turned and fled.
"Trying to escape?" Shura King laughed thunderously.
"I enjoy this game."
Data streamed across his vision.
"Target locked."
"Go," Jack commanded.
Shura King accelerated, tearing through the sky like a meteor.
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On the Steamship
Hundreds of survivors cautiously emerged onto the deck, blinking as sunlight touched their faces. The endless sea stretched before them—clean, blue, alive.
"We survived…"
"We really survived…"
Inside the captain's cabin, Luther shook his head in disbelief.
"I never imagined this many people were still alive."
Chris exhaled slowly.
"Then we protect them."
Alice lifted the broadcast microphone, her expression resolute.
"This is Arcadia Emergency Broadcast System."
"Coordinates: 118°W, 34°N."
"This area is uninfected."
Her voice carried strength.
"Food, shelter, and protection are available."
"We will save you."
She smiled at the camera.
Above them, engines roared.
"What's that?" someone shouted.
Black aircraft pierced the clouds.
Alice, Claire, Chris, and the others rushed onto the deck.
"Umbrella," Alice said quietly.
"They never stop."
On the lead aircraft stood a woman identical to Jill Valentine, combat gear tight against her body. A red mechanical spider crawled along her abdomen. Beside her stood another woman identical to Teri.
The Jill-lookalike barked orders coldly.
"Targets confirmed."
"Eliminate. Do not capture."
"Priority targets: Alice, Chris, Claire."
She raised her hand.
"You are not fighting alone."
"Prepared?"
"Prepared."
"Commence operation."
Umbrella operatives descended on ropes.
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High Above the Sea
The corpse dragon screamed as Shura King closed in.
A steel fist slammed into its skull.
BANG.
The beast shrieked, crashing into the ocean below.
Shura King roared in dominance, his shadow engulfing the battlefield.
Jack raised his blade, eyes burning.
"Now," he said softly,
"let the hunt end."