NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 12: Chapter 012 - Cadia
Three Months Later, Salt Lake City.
A quiet morning wrapped the city in stillness, the sky clear of radioactive dust or the smoke of past explosions. Reuel awoke slowly, his eyes adjusting to the light filtering through the window. In the kitchen, he saw Alice and Jill had already prepared breakfast. A faint smile curved their lips.
Since the escape from Raccoon City, the relationship between Reuel, Alice, and Jill had progressed rapidly. Three months of shared survival under extreme conditions had forged an inseparable bond—both emotional and strategic. Now, Alice and Jill almost never left Reuel's side.
Jill had been injected with the perfected version of the T-Virus—no side effects, no biological degradation. The results were incredible: her physical strength, bodily endurance, and combat perception had all increased dramatically.
The same had been done to Angie, the little girl who had once nearly lost everything. Thanks to the perfected virus, her body recovered completely. She no longer needed serum or further medical care.
That morning, after kissing Alice and Jill on the forehead, Reuel stepped out of their primary shelter—heading toward the command headquarters overseeing the entirety of Salt Lake City.
The world of Resident Evil now stood on the brink of total annihilation. The virus was spreading faster than anyone had ever predicted. Major cities were collapsing one after another. Global chaos was expanding, and modern civilization was barely functioning.
And yet, Salt Lake City endured.
Originally home to just 190,000 people, the city had been brought fully under control within just a few days of Reuel and his army's arrival. An initial zombie outbreak had occurred, but it never posed a real threat. It was swiftly eradicated by the combined might of Reuel, Jill, Alice, and the hundreds of thousands of Astra Militarum troops.
Every form of local resistance was crushed without mercy. Within a week, not a single civil or military authority remained—everyone either submitted, or was annihilated.
Salt Lake City itself lay in a natural basin known as the Salt Lake Valley, surrounded by mountain ranges that made it a strategically ideal defensive base.
To the east loomed the Wasatch Mountains, part of the greater Rocky Mountain chain.
To the west stood the Oquirrh Mountains, shielding the city from the salt flats and vast desert beyond.
The north and south were flanked by hills and narrow passes, now fully barricaded.
All entry and exit routes were now tightly controlled by five-meter-high barricades that continued to expand each day. The gates were guarded by rotating formations of Cadian Shock Troops, fully armed and on permanent alert.
This massive defense project was led directly by the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus, whom Reuel had deliberately chosen not to deploy elsewhere across the globe. They remained in Salt Lake City, focused entirely on transforming the city into the final fortress of human civilization—a superdimensional fulcrum in the heart of a dying world.
Immediately after the nuclear bombing of Raccoon City, Reuel took his next strategic move—preventing the massive spread of the virus and reinforcing logistical bases.
He ordered the Red Queen to sabotage the entire global banking system.
Personal accounts, corporate holdings, even secret government funds—everything was scrambled and emptied. Trillions of dollars in digital assets were rerouted into the system's control, then converted into physical transactions through underground networks and hidden logistical channels.
Reuel commanded the Cadian Shock Troopers to launch massive procurement operations—from food supplies and household necessities to heavy military equipment. Convoys of goods streamed in, transported by air, land, and even autonomous cargo drones.
Salt Lake City was no longer just a safe zone—it had become the logistical and military heart of the world, the central command of Reuel's vision: the founding of a Superdimensional Empire.
The Rise of Cadia's Forces: The Beginning of a New Era
After stabilizing his control over Salt Lake City, Reuel summoned his generals and warlords. A massive mobilization began—millions of Cadian Shock Troopers were deployed. Light-class starfighters, super-heavy tanks, and other combat vehicles were assembled into formation.
Among them stood Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed—the legendary commander who had once been Cadia's final bulwark before the planet's fall. With Creed came Archmagos Dominus Belisarius Cawl and the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
But they did not belong to this world.
They hailed from the Warhammer 40,000 universe—a cosmos that had never known peace, where humanity was constantly assaulted by the forces of Chaos, Xenos, and traitors of the Imperium.
Confusion rippled through the ranks.
Three hundred sixty million Cadian Shock Troopers stood in silence. This world was alien: the sky was free of Warp corruption, the atmosphere too stable, and time felt… slow. No psychic echoes. No voices from the Immaterium.
They were all—supposed to be dead.
Their bodies were destroyed in the fall of Cadia, and their souls should have been swept away in the wild tides of the Warp. But on the brink of nothingness, a voice had echoed through the ruin:
"Do you want to live again?"
"Do you want to continue serving the Emperor of Mankind… in a new universe?"
The promise was simple but absolute: if this mission succeeded, the entire civilian population of Cadia—men, women, and children—would be resurrected. Those who fell defending their world from the Chaos invasion, the victims of Abaddon the Despoiler, would live again.
In this new world. Under a new leader. Under Reuel.
The Cadian soldiers accepted the offer without hesitation. Because to them, loyalty to the Emperor was not about form, but faith. The Emperor was still the Emperor—even in a new human vessel.
And Reuel… had become the embodiment of that faith.
Meanwhile, Belisarius Cawl—a half-machine being who had transcended time, reality, and the will of mere mortals—awoke with unease in his mind. This world had no Warp. No Machine Spirit. No mechanical prayers answered.
"Who did this?" he wondered.
And only one name made sense.
Reuel.
"If not him, why has the Omnissiah grown so weak? Why does the Machine God fall silent… only to speak again the moment he appears?"
But when he stood before Reuel, that doubt vanished. There was no Warp, but something deeper. A power that bridged soul and machine. A spiritual gravity that defied data or algorithm.
Reuel was no mere man. He was the answer.
The Tech-Priests of the Mechanicus bowed low.
With binary litanies, electro-liturgical transmissions, and echoes of ancient chants from the Litany of the Divine Circuit, they proclaimed Reuel as the Omnissiah—the living embodiment of the Machine God.
And on that day, history changed. Not just for the last remnants of humanity in the Resident Evil world, but for millions of souls from the 40K universe.
A new era had begun.
After gathering all commanders and high-ranking officers, Reuel gave a direct order to Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed:
To lead 360 million Cadian Shock Troopers in a global deployment—each tasked with delivering the T-virus vaccine engineered by Archmagos Dominus Belisarius Cawl to as many surviving humans as possible. Their goal was ambitious: save 3.6 billion lives within one year.
The problem? They had no spacefaring vessels, no teleportation technology, and relied solely on the military hardware available in the Resident Evil Earth—technology of the second millennium.
But Creed didn't complain.
"I will carry it out to the best of my ability," he stated firmly. Without wasting time, he began dispersing the Cadian Shock Troopers across the globe, each accompanied by a Mechanicus Tech-Priest to provide technical and logistical support.
Meanwhile, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl remained in Salt Lake City. He focused on building the necessary infrastructure, vaccine manufacturing, military logistics, and field support equipment to aid the troopers under the banner of the Omnissiah. Time kept moving—three months had now passed since the nuclear bomb hit Raccoon City.
A few days ago, near the end of the month, Reuel managed to access and activate an elite soldier module from the Astra Militarum, producing 10,000 new troops. The module even supplied them with weapons and gear equivalent to those of the Imperium of Man.
Now, Reuel's forces in Salt Lake City had reached nearly 30,000 personnel—the rest were spread across the globe.
Force Composition:
Over 10,000 of them were locally recruited American soldiers. Previously scattered in small teams of 3–5 men, they eventually surrendered when confronted with the reality: the city was guarded by tens of thousands of foreign troops wielding strange weapons and massive, unfamiliar tanks. Especially since the official American military command had collapsed—there was no one left for them to report to.
The rest were system-borne soldiers from the Warhammer 40K universe, brought over from the Immaterium. Their bodies were reconstructed, and their loyalty was absolute—to the Imperium and to Reuel.
With this force, Reuel planned to transform Salt Lake City into the main military base for confronting Umbrella and the global zombie outbreak.
That morning, after his shower, Reuel came down to the living room. He saw Angie lounging on the couch, watching television.
"Little girl, have you eaten?" Reuel asked.
"My name is Angie, not little girl," she replied with a huff, then added, "I prefer being called Angie, not little girl, you know."
"Understood, little girl."
Angie let out a long sigh. It had been three months since the bombing of Raccoon City, and slowly, she had begun to emerge from the shadow of her father's death.
"I haven't eaten… I was waiting for you," she said finally.
"Next time, just eat if you're hungry. No need to wait," Reuel said, gently ruffling her hair.
"Red Queen, tell Terry to prepare breakfast," he ordered.
"Red Queen! I want pizza!" Angie called out quickly.
Red Queen now functioned like J.A.R.V.I.S. in Iron Man—controlling satellite networks, managing military communications, and serving as the backbone of Reuel's command systems. She wasn't just an AI—she was the operational key between factions in a world on the brink of collapse.
Moments later, Terry Morales entered the dining room. In his hands were a bowl of noodles and a plate of pizza, which he set on the table.
Terry Morales, a reporter from Raccoon City (in Resident Evil: Apocalypse, 2004), now lived with Reuel in Salt Lake City. He still sported his signature hairstyle, but his face looked more at peace. Amid the chaos of the world, this place felt like civilization's final stronghold.
"Thanks, Terry," said Reuel.
"You're welcome, sir," Terry replied with a smile. He seemed content with his new life. After all, out there… the world was burning.
Zombies had appeared in over half the cities in the United States—and now, nearly every continent was infected. But here… in Salt Lake City… hope still lingered.
That night, after dinner, Reuel walked alone into the villa's backyard garden. The sky was dark and starless, the air cold and silent—only the faint sound of reconnaissance drones and the song of artificial night birds broadcast by local satellites to maintain civilians' psychological stability.
He sat down on the grass, gazing up at the sky.
It had been three months since he returned to this time. Now, the world was truly on the brink of collapse. The T-virus had spread far faster than portrayed in the films. No nation was functioning anymore. Social structures had disintegrated. Governments were governments in name only.
The question now, Reuel thought, was—what should I do next?
I can't stop this alone… and I don't want to become a "Holy Mother."
But one thing was certain: if not for the rapid deployment of the Cadian Shock Troopers under Creed's command, the system's hidden mission would've already executed him. Based on the temporal parameters, he had only one year to live in this time journey—and that time was running out.
Reuel exhaled, then lay back on the grass, staring at the ever-darkening sky.
"An easy life never lasts long," he muttered.
Then he glanced at the tactical bracelet on his wrist. A hologram of Red Queen appeared, cross-legged in the form of a little girl avatar. A soft red glow illuminated her small face and sharp expression.
"Red Queen, what's Umbrella's status now?" Reuel asked flatly.
"Brother," Red Queen replied, "through satellite surveillance and intercepted communications, senior Umbrella management has now gathered. From their recorded calls, I know where they're going to take shelter."
She paused, then projected a holographic world map with glowing red markers. Then she said:
"Most Umbrella personnel have been relocated to an underground base labeled as an 'unregistered neutral site.' Strong suspicion: it's their primary facility."
Reuel narrowed his eyes.
"So they're preparing to go underground… High-level protection. The least suspicious location would be the ruins of the Hive in Raccoon City."
He sat up, gazing at Red Queen intently.
"It's the perfect spot—just nuked, surrounded by zombies. No sane military or civilian force would go near it. Clever."
"But… Reuel," Red Queen interjected, resting her chin on her tiny holographic hand, "the Hive was abandoned. There was no direct nuclear impact on the main facility, and according to my data, the site is empty. Nothing of value remains."
Reuel shook his head slowly, his voice gaining weight.
"You only know the upper layers, Red Queen. There are several sublevels that were never connected to your system."
He pointed to the map.
"The entrance is the original site where you were first activated. It's not just a research facility. It's Umbrella's true command center."
Red Queen fell silent for a moment, then her holographic pupils lit up a bright, crimson red.
"…I see. A hidden substructure that never entered my system."
"Exactly," Reuel said shortly. Then he stood, adjusting his combat-layered jacket.
"And no, we're not destroying it yet. We wait until all of Umbrella's executives are inside."
He clenched his fist.
"Then we catch them all in one strike. One blow… without mercy."
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Ursarkar E. Creed

Ursarkar E. Creed – Lord Castellan of Cadia
Ursarkar E. Creed was a 50-year-old general of the Astra Militarum, the Lord Castellan, and the supreme military commander of all Imperial forces stationed on his homeworld of Cadia. He served as both the Imperial Commander and Governor Primus of that vital Fortress World, and led the famed 8th Cadian Regiment, commonly known as "The Lord Castellan's Own." Creed was a tactical genius, renowned for repeatedly saving his world from the brink of destruction at the hands of Chaos until he met his fate against impossible odds.
Creed recently led Imperial forces in the doomed final defense of Cadia against the massive 13th Black Crusade of Abaddon the Despoiler, in the year 999.M41.
He is currently listed as missing in action and presumed dead after the fall of Cadia. Survivors of the Imperial retreat fled to nearby systems and worlds, including New Cadia, while Creed was believed lost.
In truth, as he oversaw the evacuation of the last Imperial transports—a move Creed considered to be his final act—he was "rescued" by the Necron Overlord Trazyn the Infinite, who captured him within a Tesseract Labyrinth for inclusion in his collection of historically significant figures and artifacts. That labyrinth now resides in Solemnace, Trazyn's Tomb World—with Creed still trapped inside.
Legacy and Succession
Following Creed's disappearance, his daughter, Ursula J. Creed, also a general in the Astra Militarum, rose to take his place as Lord Castellan of Cadia, commanding scattered Cadian Shock Troops across the galaxy. Draped over her broad shoulders is what many assume to be a replica of her father's iconic greatcoat, believed to have perished with him.
But Ursula knows it is not a fake. The coat mysteriously appeared in her sealed chambers months after her father's supposed death, still reeking of Cadia's final hours and stained with dried blood. It sparked a glimmer of hope—perhaps somewhere, somehow, her father still lives.
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Early Life and Rise to Power
Creed was found as an orphan amidst the burning ruins of Kasr Gallan by the 8th Cadian Regiment after a brutal Chaos assault. Clutching only a battered laspistol and a torn copy of De Gloria Macharius, the sharp-eyed boy refused to speak of what he had witnessed, and to this day, rarely does.
Rather than break his faith in the God-Emperor, the horrors he endured forged Creed into a determined and formidable fighter. Raised by the 8th Cadian, he learned the art of war from a young age and swiftly rose through the ranks of the Whiteshields—the dedicated, often doomed youth corps of Cadia's Planetary Defense Forces.
It was during this time that he met Jarran Kell, forming a lifelong bond. Creed possessed an intuitive grasp of strategy and was a natural leader, admired from squad-level decisions to large-scale maneuvers. Some whispered that his brilliance echoed that of Lord Solar Macharius himself.
Flawless ambushes, impregnable defenses, and calculated assaults became his signature. Within three decades, the scrappy orphan had become the greatest living commander of Cadia, though Cadia's rigid military structure kept his advancement in check due to his humble—or unknown—origins.
Following his triumph in the five-year Drussite Crusade, Creed achieved the rank of captain in the Cadian Shock Troops, with Kell promoted to Colour Sergeant. After further victories, including the destruction of an Asuryani incursion on Aurent in 992.M41, he was considered Cadia's most successful living commander.
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Lord Castellan of Cadia
In 999.M41, Creed was promoted to Lord Castellan after orchestrating a masterstroke: the neutralization of Governor Primus Marus Porelska and most of Cadia's High Command, who had been compromised by traitorous Volscani Cataphracts during the early phase of the 13th Black Crusade at the Battle of Tyrok Fields.
Though the attack decapitated Cadia's leadership, Creed rallied survivors, defeated the traitors, and recovered the Governor's remains. With no capable successor, Commissar Aldrad nominated Creed to become Governor Primus. However, Creed refused the political post and demanded appointment as Lord Castellan, a wartime rank granting full command over all Cadian and Imperial military assets. Warmaster Ryse approved, and Creed began Cadia's last stand.
Creed was seldom seen without Jarran Kell, his closest companion, who wore the Crimson Medallion—awarded only to those who suffer grievous wounds yet remain faithful and unbroken. Kell's bellowing voice, amplified by a vox-caster, ensured Creed's orders were always heard and followed.
In time, Creed was named Governor Primus formally by the High Lords of Terra. But it was on the battlefield that his leadership became legend.
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The Fall of Cadia
Creed and Kell made their final stand at Elysion Fields, as Abaddon's forces descended. The Despoiler himself, leading elite Bringers of Despair Terminators, launched a brutal assault. As the Black Legion overwhelmed Imperial forces, Kell forced Creed onto a Valkyrie to escape, remaining behind to face Abaddon.
Abaddon lifted Kell by the neck. With his last breath, the battered sergeant spat blood in the Warmaster's face and whispered the now-immortal words:
> "Cadia stands."
With a crushing blow, Abaddon shattered Kell's spine. His body fell—but his defiance echoed.
Creed survived long enough to oversee the defense until Cadia's final destruction. The world fell that day, but no one in the Imperium can say with certa