Chapter 444: Surrender under Fear

Several leaders of the Star Raiders were easily killed in an instant by Wesker's fatal blow, and the entire battlefield suddenly fell into a deathly silence. The Raiders who were still standing behind the trenches saw their bosses being killed one after another effortlessly, and their ferocity and arrogance quickly collapsed, replaced by endless fear and despair. The voice that had just laughed at Wesker unscrupulously became trembling, and even the hands holding the weapons began to tremble involuntarily.

"This... this is impossible..." a predator muttered in a low voice, his eyes wide open, staring at Wesker's ruthless figure, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"He's not human... He's a demon..." Another predator's lips turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He held the weapon in his hand, but he no longer had the courage to pull the trigger. His legs retreated unconsciously, as if he was about to turn around and run away in the next second.

Finally, one of the plunderers could no longer bear this invisible sense of oppression. He dropped his weapon, knelt down suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "We surrender! We...we dare not resist anymore!"

His action seemed to have triggered a chain reaction, and more predators dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground. They lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Wesker, as if they would be struck with a devastating blow if they raised their heads. Those once unruly and fearless predators were now like lambs to be slaughtered, at the mercy of fate.

"We surrender! We are willing to be loyal! Please, spare us..." More and more voices were heard one after another, and the predators knelt down one after another, completely giving up resistance. The ferocity and cruelty in their hearts had been completely destroyed by Wesker's ruthless killing, and only the desire to survive remained in their eyes.

Wesker stared at them coldly, his expression unchanged. He walked slowly and steadily towards the Star Raiders' fortress, his footsteps sounding particularly harsh in the silent battlefield. The kneeling Raiders were trembling with fear, not even daring to breathe loudly, as if they were afraid of angering this ruthless god of death.

Wesker stepped into the Star Raiders' headquarters fortress and looked around. The fortress looked like a sleeping giant beast, with thick metal walls covered with traces of past battles. The interior of the fortress was filled with a repressive and suffocating atmosphere, and dim lights shone through the cracks in the ceiling, casting mottled light and shadows.

The ground was covered with rusty iron plates, which echoed with his footsteps. On the wall hung several broken interstellar maps, which marked many planets that had been destroyed or plundered, as if to show the former glory and bloodiness of interstellar plunderers. Various spoils of war were scattered randomly on the table next to them, from alien weapons that flashed with strange light to various valuable jewelry and rare minerals. The air was filled with a smell of metal corrosion, which intertwined with the bloody smell left after the war, making the entire fortress look even more desolate and dangerous.

Wesker's eyes were cold and calm. He walked through rows of worn-out weapon racks and combat armor, as if he had control over every corner. Even though the defense system in the fortress was still activated and red warning lights occasionally flashed on the walls, no defense could stop him. His footsteps echoed in this cold building, like a death knell.

Just as Wesker went deeper into the fortress, he heard footsteps behind him. Wesker slowly turned his head and saw his Humagia subordinate, "Lord", grabbing an alien with a steel-like hand and dragging him over.

"Caught a runaway mouse." Lord's voice was mechanically cold, and he threw the alien to the ground effortlessly.

The alien looked thin and pale, and was obviously a race that relied on wisdom and strategy to survive. His eyes sparkled with shrewdness, and despite his panic, he remained sober and calm. He was another leader of the predators, good at manipulating business and transactions, but not good at fighting, so he tried to escape when the battle started.

"Please... let me go! I can give you anything you want... I have extensive connections and wealth in the Land of Nothingness. As long as you don't kill me, I can give you anything!" He spoke quickly, with subtle fear and shrewdness in his voice.

Wesker did not respond immediately, but just looked down at him with a faint smile on his lips and a cold mockery in his eyes.

The alien looked at Wesker with a look in his eyes and a chilling smile, and instantly understood the true intention of the man in front of him - he was not going to give him any breathing space. With sweat dripping down his forehead and his heart beating like a drum, he immediately adjusted his posture, showing a flattering smile, and tried his best to make his tone sound respectful and sincere.

"Your Excellency Lord Wesker, your strength is amazing. You are definitely a strong man that has never been seen in the Void!" He spoke carefully, with flattery and fawning in his voice. "My name is Seldia, and I am the deputy commander of this fortress, responsible for managing supplies and spacecraft. That stupid battle just now was not something I could control. I am just a businessman and have no intention of becoming your enemy."

Celdia bowed her head and tried to hide her inner fear with flattering words. "This fortress is called 'Dark Star Fortress'. It is the largest outpost of interstellar predators in the void. A large amount of supplies are stored here - including weapons, rare minerals and several spaceships capable of traveling across the stars... Everything can belong to you now. As long as you are willing to accept my submission, all supplies and forces will be at your disposal."

His voice gradually became more and more urgent, as if he was afraid that he would be killed on the spot if he hesitated for a moment. "I am willing to serve you, Lord Wesker! The Void is full of dangers and opportunities. A powerful being like you should be the ruler of this star field. As long as you can spare my life, I am willing to raise all resources for you, integrate all your connections, and help you expand your power. Please believe me, I can be your most loyal servant!"

Celdia's voice was almost pleading, and his eyes were full of pleading and anxiety. He knew that his life was no longer in his own hands, and the only thing he could rely on was the forgiveness of this cold-blooded man.

Wesker looked at Seldia coldly, as if he was examining a worthless object. There was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no warmth in his tone.

"Do you think that a few compliments will make me let you go?" Wesker's voice was flat and cold, as if carrying an irresistible majesty. "Your value lies only in whether I still need you to live."

He walked forward slowly, looking down at Celdia. The ruthless oppression made Celdia feel suffocated, and cold sweat flowed down his cheeks. He knew that his fate was no longer in his control.

Seldia couldn't help but feel relieved. After hearing Wesker's calm and cold words, he quickly realized that Wesker had no intention of executing him immediately. This showed that as long as he could show enough value, he would have a chance of survival. His mind quickly turned and he began to understand the style of Umbrella more clearly - this is a ruthless organization that is only interested in efficiency and power. As long as you are useful to them, you may continue to survive.

So, he immediately forced out a more flattering smile, bowed, and said in a flattering manner: "Lord Wesker, I admire your strength and wisdom very much. I will take you to visit the resources and supplies in the fortress right away. You will definitely find that our warehouses and spaceships can provide great help to your plan."

However, Wesker did not respond to his words, but slowly turned his head and looked at Lord, the artificial intelligence warrior beside him. He said calmly: "Lord, you will be responsible for confirming all the conditions of this fortress. Make sure that every inch of resources is under our control and nothing is left out."

Lord took the order, his voice as cold and precise as a machine: "As you command, Lord Wesker." Then, he turned to Seldia, his eyes sharp and without any emotion, "Lead the way. We don't have time to waste."

Seldia trembled slightly, then immediately nodded and bowed, calling out in a flattering manner: "Yes, Lord Lord! Please follow me, I will make sure you have a comprehensive understanding of all the resources of the fortress." He tried to keep his voice steady, but he was secretly relieved in his heart.

Celdia quickly led Lord to the interior of the fortress. Although his steps were fast, his heart was heavy as a mountain. He exhaled quietly again, feeling that he had barely escaped from the brink of death. However, as he and Lord passed through the passage of the fortress together, the scene before him made him feel more and more uneasy and fearful with every step.

His eyes could not help but drift to the scattered bodies of the looters. The ground was covered with blood, which was extremely shocking under the cold light. The dismembered bodies were scattered everywhere like broken dolls, and the broken limbs and arms were intertwined with the broken weapons, as if telling the story of the cruel and ruthless massacre just now. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, which was so heavy that it was almost suffocating.

With every step he took, he seemed to hear the screams and desperate cries of the fallen plunderers. Those companions who were once so arrogant were now just cold corpses, losing the last bit of warmth of life. Looking at the surrendered plunderers, they were kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, with their eyes drooping, not daring to look up. These once fierce and brutal interstellar villains were now all curled up on the ground, like prisoners waiting for trial, with fear and despair written in their eyes.

What chilled Seldia the most was the Umbrella soldiers. Those soldiers in black armor stood in an orderly manner on the battlefield, with no fluctuations in their eyes, as if they had long been numb to all the deaths. Their expressions were incredibly cold, and life and death in front of them were just a process of a mission. This cold and ruthless attitude made Seldia realize that in the hearts of these soldiers, life did not have any special meaning, and killing was just part of their daily work.

Seldia understood that this was not just a massacre, but a perfect embodiment of the Umbrella's cold efficiency. The scene before him made him more certain that he could only keep his life if he continued to submit. He lowered his head, clenched his hands involuntarily, and continued to lead Lord into the depths of the fortress with deep uneasiness about his own fate.