Imperium of Man Terra Aeterna Season 01: Rise of Humanity's War Machin

On the cargo deck of Umbrella's ship—The Arcadia—the survivors who had previously been captured finally set foot into open air. They stood at the edge, staring out at the vast ocean, breathing in the fresh air they had almost forgotten. Shock, relief, and emotion blended together on their faces.

They had been saved.

The people embraced one another, laughed, cried, and held hands—like they had just returned from the land of the dead.

Seeing that, Alice felt a warmth spread in her chest. She held Reuel's hand, turning to him with gentle eyes.

"Amazing," she said softly. "There are so many still alive here."

Reuel nodded, then added, "Umbrella probably kept them alive on purpose, to use as test subjects. Otherwise, they would've gotten rid of them a long time ago."

Alice sighed. Reuel hugged her from behind, and she leaned gently into his arms, letting the moment pass in silence.

Suddenly, the distinct electronic voice of the Red Queen sounded from Reuel's watch.

"Brother, I detect multiple Umbrella aircraft heading to this area."

Reuel listened quietly. His expression hardened. In his mind, he muttered:

"This is just like in the Resident Evil movie… Supposedly, Jill leads Umbrella's execution squad to massacre everyone left on the Arcadia. But now? Not even God knows who's leading that team… because Jill is on my side."

He pressed the watch and spoke firmly.

"Red Queen, contact Major Hellsker. Tell him to shoot down all those aircraft."

"Understood, Brother," the Red Queen replied without hesitation.

"Is Umbrella sending someone here?" Alice asked, having overheard Reuel's exchange with the Red Queen.

"Yes," Reuel answered casually. "But don't worry. Major Hellsker will take care of it."

He turned to Alice. "This cargo ship belongs to us now. And chances are, Umbrella left plenty of supplies on board."

Reuel continued, "Alice, tell your team to come and secure this ship. We need to leave as soon as possible."

Alice looked at him, puzzled. "Where are you going?"

"To one of Umbrella's secret bases," Reuel replied flatly.

He knew exactly what was left—several of Umbrella's main facilities remained: one in Japan, another buried under the icy layers of the Sea of Okhotsk, Kamchatka, Russia. The rest were minor outposts that wouldn't last long. But most importantly: the remaining virus antibodies—the one and only key to global recovery—were still sealed inside The Hive, Raccoon City. They had to move quickly.

"Reuel, what should we do now?" Chris, Luther, and a few other survivors approached.

"We have a survivor base," Alice answered. She pulled away from Reuel's embrace and turned to face all of them. "Someone will come to pick you up. You'll be taken there."

"Good to hear," Chris said, relieved.

"Where is it? Are there many people there?" Crystal Waters asked eagerly.

"Is it safe?" Luther added.

The questions came almost at once. Reuel just smiled, looking at all of them.

"Don't worry," he said calmly. "You'll know once you get there."

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Meanwhile, far away in Salt Lake City, Major Hellsker received a direct order from His Majesty Emperor Reuel. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately activated the air strike protocol and ordered the launch of the Lightning Fighter fleet—Imperium of Man's fighter jets from Warhammer 40k.

Ten aircraft shot off from the runway, their plasma engines roaring through the sky, leaving behind trails of fire and tremendous pressure.

Their mission: Destroy the entire air fleet of the Umbrella Corporation.

With precision formation and lethal speed, the Lightning Fighter squadron pierced through the skies toward the Arcadia's coordinates. As they reached the waters of Utah, the sky instantly turned into a battlefield.

Explosion after explosion lit up the horizon—Umbrella helicopters and aircraft were blown apart in the air, systematically taken down by laser fire and guided missiles. No one could escape. No one survived.

And when the sky finally fell silent again… only smoke, debris, and victory remained.

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Umbrella Cargo Ship – The Arcadia

That night, everyone ate and rested. A calm atmosphere settled after the chaos. Reuel invited Alice to find a room for the night.

After a warm and romantic night with Alice, Reuel woke up just before dawn. Alice was no longer at his side.

He got dressed, then stepped out of the room.

When he reached the cabin, he saw Alice organizing the survivors, helping them distribute food. Reuel watched her quietly from a distance, then walked to the deck without disturbing her.

There, he saw Ada Wong sitting alone, staring out at the ocean. Reuel walked up to her.

"Hey, good morning," Reuel greeted.

"Good morning, Reuel." Ada turned and recognized him immediately.

"What are you thinking about?" Reuel asked.

"I'm not thinking about anything… just trying to imagine what life will be like from now on," Ada Wong replied, her voice soft but clear.

"What's there to think about? If you ever need anything, just come to me. I'll help you," Reuel said calmly.

"Hehe…" Ada chuckled lightly.

She looked at Reuel and smiled, then turned her gaze back to the sea.

Reuel looked out as well. The two of them sat in silence, watching the calm surface of the water, savoring that rare moment of peace.

Not long after, the sound of helicopters echoed in the sky. Reuel looked up and saw more than a dozen helicopters approaching their direction.

A combat helicopter flew low over the sea, then gradually lowered its altitude until it landed on the deck. The powerful wind from its rotors shook the deck, and its metal landing gear touched down with a heavy thud.

The cabin door opened. Nearly a hundred fully armed American soldiers disembarked one by one. Their movements were quick and coordinated, but tension was clear in their body language and the way their eyes darted around. Some glanced around warily.

A senior officer quickly approached Alice. He saluted, then whispered something in her ear. Alice simply nodded. Her eyes stared sharply out toward the ocean, her mind clearly in motion.

From a distance, Reuel stood at the edge of the deck with Ada Wong, silently observing everything.

"Come on, we need to go too," Reuel said calmly. He held out his hand to Ada.

Ada Wong looked at him for a moment, then took his hand without hesitation.

Together, they walked toward the group that had gathered on the ship's deck.

As Reuel stepped closer to Alice, he caught the looks on the faces of Chris, Luther, and several others. Their eyes were fixed on Alice—full of confusion, as if they had just realized something they hadn't understood before. Something had changed.

But everyone's attention shifted immediately.

The American soldiers standing on the deck suddenly stiffened when they saw Reuel. In an instant, they stood straighter, snapping into salute nearly in unison.

"Sir!" Their voices rang out in unison, loud, firm, and full of respect—but also carrying something deeper: fear.

They recognized the man.

Not just because he was walking beside Ada Wong, or because of his calm, unassuming posture. But because they—all of them—had once trained alongside the Cadia Shock Troopers. And they knew, no matter how hard or brutal their training had been, they were no match for the veterans of Cadia.

The Shock Troopers of Cadia weren't just soldiers. They were the embodiment of absolute discipline and iron will. They revered Reuel—not just as a commander… but as something close to a living legend.

And there was one thing burned deep into the minds of every single soldier present: If even one of them dared show disrespect… Cadia would come down on them. No warning. No mercy.

Reuel walked up to Alice, his voice firm yet composed.

"Alice, leave two teams to escort the survivors back to Salt Lake City. Take five other teams to Tokyo—destroy Umbrella's base there. Wesker is dead, and the others might not know it yet. You'll lead the operation."

He looked her straight in the eyes.

"Use Umbrella's helicopters on the deck. Fly straight to their facility in Japan."

Alice nodded with resolve. "Understood. I'll start getting everyone ready."

Reuel added, his tone deeper now.

"Even with their leader gone, stay sharp. Bring a Red Queen subroutine with you. That facility... they have a self-destruct mechanism. Don't get trapped."

Alice stepped in and hugged Reuel. "I'll be careful. Don't worry."

Chris suddenly spoke up, slapping the side of his head and stepping forward. "Can I come?"

Alice turned to him. "Are you sure? That place is dangerous."

Chris looked at her sharply. "I'm a soldier. This isn't about being brave or not. I want to destroy them—the people from Umbrella."

Alice smiled, then shook his hand. "Welcome aboard."

Luther stepped in quickly. "I'm coming too! Don't leave me out, Alice."

Alice turned to him. "Alright, you're in."

A few other survivors looked like they were about to volunteer, but Alice stopped them with a voice that was soft yet firm.

"You don't need to go. Live your lives well. That's enough."

She turned toward one of her commanders. "Michael, get down there and arrange the formation. We leave in one hour."

"Yes, ma'am!" Michael saluted and moved quickly.

Alice looked back at Reuel.

"I'll get ready too. The place you're headed is probably far more dangerous. Be careful…"

She stepped closer and kissed Reuel softly on the lips.

Reuel said nothing. He just stroked Alice's hair gently, then nodded… …watching her walk away in silence.

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Alice departed for Tokyo, Japan, with her teams.

Reuel watched the helicopter carrying Alice and her squad slowly lift off, then disappear into the pale sky. Without a word, he turned and headed back to the ship's captain's cabin.

His original destination had been Raccoon City—to assess the state of Umbrella Corporation, especially The Hive.

But something was bothering him: Red Queen, Umbrella's primary AI system, couldn't detect any activity from within The Hive. Nothing. Silence. But Reuel knew better than to trust sensors.

"They're definitely inactive. Or more precisely… in hibernation."

That's when a thought slammed into his memory. An item.

A card.

A card he had acquired after completing the system sign-in mission—right next to Wesker's corpse yesterday. Driven by curiosity, Reuel accessed his digital inventory and pulled the card out.

World Compression Card

You can compress a world.

You may enter and exit the compressed world freely, and bring people or items in and out.

Reuel raised an eyebrow. He stared at the card like someone who had just discovered a cheat code in an open world game.

"Isn't this a bit too broken, darling? Why does it feel like the system is forcing me to become the fourth natural disaster…"

In his hand, a hundred other designated cards glimmered—all active. Enough to make anyone, even a lesser god, feel a little uneasy.

Reuel stared at them intently and muttered to himself:

"If I reinforce the Resident Evil world, doesn't that mean this world becomes mine?"

Biological resources, Umbrella's tech, vast empty territories ripe for reclamation… all his for the taking. Even if he ventured into another world someday, he could always return—bringing people, bringing supplies, even building permanent inter-world routes.

The population of the Biohazard world had dropped dramatically. More than half of humanity was gone. Once Umbrella and the zombies were cleared out, all that remained was rubble waiting to be rebuilt.

"Low population. Minimal resistance. Dense terrain. Easy to manage."

He started to chuckle.

"This world could become the capital. The center of everything. A new human empire. I'll surpass the Imperium of Man from Warhammer. And not just surpass it… I'll replace it."

Excitement began to surge through his entire body.

Reuel quickly returned the World Card to the system vault. This thing was far too valuable to leave exposed.

"I was going to Raccoon City," he whispered. "But now... there's no need."

There was something bigger than just checking the ruins of The Hive.

He had to plan everything carefully. The world of Resident Evil must not be destroyed outright. He didn't want to turn it into a permanent post-apocalyptic wasteland. This world… he would reshape it. He would turn it into a center of power, the foundation of his new Imperium of Man.

And when the time came, he would confront the old man sitting on that golden toilet— the only figure officially mentioned in the lore as Neoth.

"I'm better than you," Reuel whispered. "And someday everyone will know it."

Oh, and about that power...

"They said I received five percent of the Emperor of Mankind's power… but why doesn't it feel any different?" he thought, shrugging.

He didn't worry about it too much. Not important right now.

Reuel then boarded the Umbrella cargo ship along with the survivors and sailed back to Salt Lake City. A faint smile never left his face. He wasn't just bringing people—he was bringing a plan. And this world… was only the beginning.

---

After a full day of flying, Alice and her group arrived in Tokyo, Japan, under the cover of night.

Once, Tokyo was known as the city that never sleeps—full of lights and life. Now, it was silent and dead. Its buildings were in ruins, the lights extinguished, and the streets overrun by zombies wandering aimlessly. The great metropolis had turned into an open grave.

"GRRAAAAHHHHHH!"

The screams of zombies echoed through the concrete alleys and the shadows of the ruins.

Alice's team finally arrived at the hidden Umbrella facility in the heart of the city.

"Red Queen, show me the entrance to the Umbrella Corporation," Alice commanded through her headset.

"Sister Alice, access map has been sent to your personal terminal. There are two paths—one main entrance and one secret exit," came Red Queen's signature voice in her left ear.

Alice turned to her subordinate. "Michael, take two teams and attack from the secret exit. I'll take the rest from the front. Don't be reckless."

"Yes, ma'am."

Michael saluted and immediately led his team along the route provided by Red Queen.

Meanwhile, Alice led the remaining soldiers as they crept toward the Umbrella building under the shadow of the night.

PHTANG!

A sniper shot sliced through the silence.

"Threat eliminated."

A Japanese sniper reported after dropping a zombie that had nearly reached the outer perimeter.

But before he could lower his weapon, someone tapped his shoulder from behind. He turned… only to see a woman smiling—and in an instant, his neck was twisted and snapped.

"Guard post cleared. You may proceed," Alice said calmly.

With steady steps, Alice and her squad infiltrated the building.

But the infiltration didn't go smoothly.

BANG! BANG! POW! POW!

Gunfire erupted from both sides. Explosions shook the walls. Concrete pillars were torn apart by bullets, window glass shattered across the floor.

WEE-OOO—WEE-OOO—WEE-OOO!

Sirens blared, splitting the night with danger alerts.

"What's going on?" the head of security turned in panic.

"Sir, we're under attack!"

A staff member showed the CCTV footage displaying brutal combat in the entry corridor.

"Launch a counterattack immediately. Kill them all!"

The security director slammed his desk.

Wesker wasn't on-site. And if this facility fell into Alice's hands, he knew—his death was only a matter of time. So the only option? Stop the intruders. By any means necessary.

Thump-thump-thump—

Heavy footsteps echoed down the underground corridor. Umbrella's security forces rushed to the call.

The front line prepared. Each held a ballistic shield in one hand, a pistol in the other. Their steps were quick, rhythmic, disciplined.

"The intruders are already in the elevator. Guard the door! Guard the door!" the captain ordered through the tactical radio.

The head of security reinforced the command with a loud voice. "All units, focus on Sector 3! Don't let a single one get out of that elevator!"

Moments later, the troops arrived at the designated point—the elevator doors. They immediately formed a formation. The front line raised their steel shields, weapons aimed forward. The rear line readied their guns to fire.

TSSHHHHK—ding.

The elevator doors opened.

Empty.

The hallway fell silent, the only sounds were heavy breathing and half-pressed triggers. No one moved. All eyes were fixed on the empty elevator interior.

Unnoticed by them, Alice was gripping the ceiling of the elevator, her body crouched and still. She pulled the pin on a high-explosive grenade—and hurled it into the center of the troops.

"GRENADE—WATCH OUT!"

One of the guards shouted.

But it was too late.

BOOM! BOOM!

Two explosions shook the corridor. Bodies were thrown, walls trembled. The blast shattered the formation.

Alice leapt out of the elevator. Both pistols already blazing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets struck helmets and body armor. Alice moved fast—dodging, returning fire, spinning through shards of glass and clouds of smoke.

The Umbrella troops faltered, one by one falling, but still fired back wildly. The lines tightened, pressure increased.

BRAAAKK!

Someone crashed through a glass window from the upper floor and landed smoothly behind the Umbrella troops. Without hesitation, the man opened fire with his light machine gun.

BRRRRRRTT—BRRT—BRRTTT!

A hail of bullets from behind. The Umbrella troops were caught in a deadly crossfire, unable to readjust their formation in time.

In a matter of seconds, Alice and the man—moving in unspoken coordination—wiped out the entire unit.

Silence.

They stood facing each other. A woman and a man, surrounded by fallen bodies.

"…Alice," the woman greeted.

Leon stepped forward. "Leon."

Leon rested his pistol on his shoulder, eyes still sharp. "So you're here to take down Umbrella too?"

"Yeah. I've been waiting for the right moment. When I heard the gunfire, I knew it was time."

Alice nodded slowly. "Didn't expect you to make your move tonight."

Leon simply nodded in reply. The sound of gunfire from the lower floors gradually faded. A few minutes later, Alice's troops emerged, following through the hallway.

Upon seeing Leon, several soldiers raised their weapons, on alert.

"Relax, he's not an enemy," Alice said quickly, cutting off the tension. She stepped forward and signaled for weapons to be lowered.

Leon just smirked. "Chill, I'm on your side."

Luther stepped up and patted Leon's shoulder. "Pretty bold of you to show up alone."

Leon brushed Luther's hand off with a blank stare. "You're different."

Alice ignored the exchange and gave instructions. "We're not done. Use small teams—split up and sweep the remaining forces. Don't give them a chance to regroup."

"Yes, ma'am!"

The squad leaders saluted and quickly moved down their assigned routes.

Alice turned to the three remaining people. "Luther, Chris, Leon. We're heading to the control center."

She began climbing the metal staircase, her steps firm. Chris, Leon, and Luther followed behind.

Leon glanced at Luther, then muttered, "Who is she, really? A stubborn cow?"

Luther chuckled softly. "Don't underestimate Alice. She could kill me with one hand."

Leon clicked his tongue. "Just saw it for myself. She's damn strong."

They kept walking, their conversation fading into hushed murmurs amidst the tension.