Chapter 839: The Replica Corps

As time passed, Genesis's physical exertion became more intense.

His originally vigorous figure now seemed heavy and sluggish, and every swing of his sword seemed to exhaust all his strength. He held the red sword tightly, sweat and blood intertwined, soaking through his clothes.

But the replica on the opposite side seemed to be a tireless killing machine, its attacks became more and more fierce, and every time it swung its sword, it carried a fierce sword energy, which was terrifying.

Its eyes were cold and firm, as if it had no emotions, only persistence and desire for battle.

Genesis knew that he could not fall like this, so he gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to resist the attack of the clone.

However, the clone's strength was far superior to his, and he could only barely hold on, but could not turn the tide of the battle.

At this moment, a sharp pain came from Genesis's chest.

He looked down and saw a deep wound that cut open his clothes. Blood flowed down the wound and stained his palms red.

He felt a wave of dizziness coming over him, and the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Genesis roared angrily, and he swung his red sword with all his strength and struck at the clone.

However, as if the clone could predict his movements, it easily dodged his attack and struck him on the shoulder with a backhand sword.

Genesis felt a huge force coming from him, and he flew out.

He rolled in the air and fell to pieces the moment he landed. His vision was blurry, and there were roars in his ears, as if the whole world was spinning.

He struggled to stand up, using his red sword to support his shaky body.

He felt that his physical strength was approaching its limit, but he couldn't just give up. He looked up at the clone and saw it looking at him coldly, as if mocking his incompetence.

Genesis gritted his teeth, knowing he had to fight with all his strength. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and posture, and prepared to launch the final blow.

He waved his red sword and rushed towards the clone.

The edge of his sword drew a long arc in the air, slashing towards the clone with sharp sword energy. The clone showed no sign of weakness and came forward waving a big sword.

The two swords intersected, making a harsh metallic collision sound.

Genesis felt a powerful force coming from the sword, making his arm numb. But he didn't flinch. He continued to chop hard, trying to find flaws in the clone.

However, the clone seemed to have no flaws, and no matter how he attacked, he could not cause effective damage to it.

But the clone's attacks became more and more fierce, and every collision and slash made him feel powerless.

At this moment, Genesis suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness.

His vision went dark, and the whole world became blurry. He tried hard to stand firm, but found that he could no longer control his balance.

He staggered and fell to the ground, and the red sword in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell aside.

He lay on the ground, breathing heavily, watching the sun set in the sky.

"The target has been addressed and recovery procedures are in progress."

The calm voices of the two clones sounded in Genesis's ears.

Their tone was mechanical and cold, as if they were performing a simple task.

Genesis lay on the ground, unconscious.

He felt that his body was being pulled by a force, as if it was being dragged into endless darkness. He tried hard to struggle, but his body refused to obey him at all.

In the deep conference room of Shinra Corporation, Dr. Hojo and the senior executives of Shinra Corporation were watching the images on the screen remotely. There, a fierce battle is taking place, and the protagonists are the clone warriors created by Dr. Hojo himself.

"It's amazing. I didn't expect that the clone could actually show more power than the original body of Genesis!" A senior executive exclaimed, his eyes shining with greed and excitement.

Dr. Hojo nodded slightly, with a proud smile on his face. "Yes, the power of the replicas is indeed amazing. Not only do they inherit all the abilities of the originals, they also optimize and improve them in some aspects."

The senior management's curiosity was aroused, and he asked curiously: "Oh? Dr. Hojo, can you tell us in detail? What advantages does the clone have that the original does not have?"

Dr. Hojo smiled slightly and began to explain.

"First of all, the replica can directly restore and reproduce the peak state of the copied body. This means that no matter when and where the body reaches the peak of power, the replica can reproduce that state in an instant. Their The strength, speed and skill have all reached unimaginable extremes.”

The senior management listened with interest, and he couldn't help but interject: "Doesn't that mean that the clone is almost invulnerable in combat?"

Dr. Hojo nodded and continued: "Secondly, although the lifespan of the replica will decay rapidly as the number of uses increases, it is not important. Because we can use the latest technology and resources at any time to create new ones. Replacing them with clones. In this way, we will have a continuous and invincible army."

After hearing this, the senior management's eyes flashed with enthusiasm. "So, as long as we master the technology of clones, we can create powerful warriors at will and let them serve us!"

Dr. Baojo sneered and added: "That's right, those so-called original bodies have lost their value the moment they were copied. They are just tools for us to make copies. And the copies are our real strength."

"Even Sephiroth and Chang Wei are not irreplaceable!"

President Shinra has been silently observing the battle on the screen and listening to the conversation between Dr. Baojo and the top management. There is not much expression on his face, but his eyes are flashing with determination and coldness.

When Dr. Baojo's voice fell, President Shinra spoke slowly.

"Dr. Baojo, I need to know how long it will take you to produce a batch of replica warriors that can be put into battle?"

Dr. Baojo was slightly stunned, and then replied: "Based on our current technology and resource reserves, I estimate that it will take about a month to produce a batch of sufficiently powerful replica warriors. Of course, this time can be adjusted and optimized as needed."

President Shinra nodded, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Very good, Dr. Baojo. You did a great job. With these replica warriors, we have the hope of completely annihilating the Emperor Company."