This Game is Too Real

  「.God the Son above.」

Beside an abandoned water tank only a few kilometers away from the battlefield, a man in a hunting suit was standing next to the rusted guardrail, holding a telescope in his hand, staring dumbfounded at the messy battlefield in the distance, repeating this sentence repeatedly in his mouth talk.

  He is the hunter of Hope Town, his name is Liu Youxiong.

  When the fog started earlier, the pastor in the town said some **** words, so Mayor Ma sent him to Pine Cone Farm to see the situation.

  Liu Youxiong didn't dare to neglect.

   Not only because it was the mayor's order, but also because Pastor Wei said that the Holy Son was angry and sent divine punishment to the traitors and heretics who betrayed the torch.

  His heart skipped a beat, he was afraid that the divine punishment might involve his family, but also anxiously wanted to know what the divine punishment was.

  So he rode on his horse and galloped all the way, but just when he was halfway through the journey, the flames and roars like the doomsday frightened the horse under his crotch and almost knocked him to the ground.

   Hurriedly getting up from the ground, he immediately found a high place and climbed up to the tower water tank standing alone next to the abandoned building.

  Then saw the next scene—

  The boiling flames were reflected in the pupils, and there were charred corpses one after another, Liu Youxiong swallowed unconsciously.

   This is it.

  God’s punishment from the Son?

But-

   Is the location wrong?

   Burning in **** is clearly the group of ugly beasts, the gang of blood-drinking mutants living in the city.

  He clearly remembered that those cannibals were vicious dogs under the command of the Holy Son.

   why

  The hot wind gently blowing away the gray-green smog and the confusion in his heart.

  Looking past the plume of smoke that went straight into the sky, he saw the steel airship far away in the sky, and it was shining with bits and pieces of fire at the moment.

   Soon another round of artillery fire washed over the messy wilderness, just like the sound of drums following a heavy hammer,

   Strings of flickering flames engulfed the mutant army.

  At this moment, no matter how much he believes in the power of the Holy Son, he can still see that it is not the divine punishment of the Holy Son—

   It's the anger of the alliance managers!

"Roar-!"

  His own provocation was unceremoniously thrown back, and the raging anger twisted into a ball on Kuru's face.

  Raising the ax and gun in his hand, he let out a boiling roar.

  In the dark mud all over the ground, muscular mutant warriors picked up their weapons and hatred, roared and charged the heavily armored human army.

  If it is an ordinary light infantry, even if it is not destroyed by the previous round of artillery fire, it will lose its combat effectiveness.

   After all, this is an unfortified wilderness.

  In the previous round of bombing, the number of shells dropped by the Alliance even exceeded the number of mutant troops.

  However, the blood flowing in those beasts is the crystallization of the strongest biological technology in the era of prosperity.

  Even if the limbs are blown off, even if the whole face is roasted

  No, even with a ruptured heart, severed artery, and shrapnel inserted into the skull, as long as they did not die on the spot, they could climb up again from the black mud, and even pick up their broken bones as weapons to fight. …

   Those distorted faces and pairs of bloodthirsty pupils are like evil spirits crawling out of the abyss.

   Let alone fighting it.

   Those who can still muster courage in front of these beasts can be regarded as dragons and phoenixes.

pity-

   The person standing in front of them is not a normal person. but players.

   Facing the seething roar and murderous aura that could suffocate ordinary people, they would only think that this dog's plan is too awesome!

  「Damn it. This is too exciting!」

   Wearing k10 "iron wall" heavy

  Exoskeleton, the player holding the xb-1 "Growler" bolt gun swallowed.

  Looking directly at the shout of killing that made the earth tremble, his eyes not only did not have a trace of fear, but were filled with excitement and high fighting spirit.

  He missed the last gang fight with mutants. This time it can be regarded as letting him catch up!

   According to the head of the team, maybe he can still appear in the promotional PV!

  Letting the surging fighting spirit burn in his chest, Midnight Killing Chicken stretched out the 19-bolt barrel welded to his arm.

"Bros!"

   Without any superfluous monologues—for savage beasts.

   For the bugs that sit on the back of civilization and **** the flesh. There is never only one thing they have to do.

   While pulling the trigger, he roared with all his strength. "kill!"

   In response to the roar, there were boiling hot cries one after another. "kill!!"

   "For the Alliance!"

  The deafening roar seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky, and for a moment the animal roar of the mountains and tsunami was overshadowed by it.

   There were more than five hundred mutant fighters who survived the artillery fire, but they were scattered on a front several kilometers wide.

   Although the Jungle Corps has only 120 troops deployed on the battlefield by helicopter, both their fighting will and organization are at their peak.

  The moment the group of wild beasts entered the range, Midnight Killer pulled the trigger first, and more than a hundred players wearing heavy exoskeletons also opened fire.

  Orange-yellow tracers danced wantonly on the battlefield, and bursting flames kept flickering in the muddy wilderness.

   Facing the bolter fire, the mutants who were firing while advancing fell down one after another, but soon the battle line spread from the front of the Jungle Corps to the two wings.

   This group of green-skinned cattle is not really brainless, but most of them disdain to use their brains when they can be solved by brute force.

  Seeing the firepower of the alliance and the heavy armor, Kuru immediately roared and gave an order to let all the minions press up at all costs and start close combat with those human soldiers.

  According to his experience, once the warriors under his command approached within ten steps, these two-legged animals would lose their will to fight.

   And this battle will soon turn into a one-sided massacre!

  The gray-green smog provided cover for the mutants' charge. Although they suffered continuous casualties, their running momentum did not slow down.

  And the mutant troops encountered by the Jungle Corps this time are completely different from the group of guys they encountered last time.

   They are also green-skinned animals. Most of these guys have undergone prosthetic transformation, and their weapons and equipment are more sophisticated.

   Some of them carried heavy machine guns, some carried mortars on their backs, and some carried wooden baskets full of hand grenades. …

  Relying on their strong muscles, they can explode with strength comparable to that of exoskeletons, throwing shot-put-like flowering bullets more than a hundred meters away.

  The mutant soldiers gathered from all over the battlefield were like a big bowl, buckling towards the alliance's narrow position.

  Looking at the battle line and the steel armors that were close at hand, Kuru sneered in his heart, and his eyes shone with a bloodthirsty fierce light.

   He swore.

  He will use the cruelest way to kill the guy who provokes him.

   What made him feel a little uneasy was that the army in front of him had no intention of retreating in the face of the unstoppable charge from his side.

   What are these guys up to?

   Do you expect to rely on several sets of exoskeletons to block them?

  Kuru felt uneasy in his heart, these two-legged animals seemed to be different from animals in other places.

  However, there is no time for hesitation.

  In this battlefield where the visibility was less than ten meters, the two sides collided together in just a few breaths, and started a hand-to-hand fight on the soil that had been cultivated by artillery fire.

"go to hell-!"

  A two-meter-tall mutant stepped out of the fog, and the shotgun in his hand sprayed out arc-shaped fireworks, blasting in front of him

  The chest of the Union soldier in front.

  The buckshot the size of a thumb knocked out a dent in the pitch-black breastplate.

  However, the person who got shot didn't even shake his body. He raised the muzzle of the gun and returned a 19 armor-piercing bullet.

   This is a distance of ten meters, just stuck in the safe distance of the bolt gun.

  The explosive bomb hit the mutant's shoulder, and the scorching metal jet shot out from the mutant's shoulder blade in an instant, scattering meat and bone scum all over the ground.

  The mutant stared at his bloodshot eyes, and knelt down on the ground without saying a word.

  Looking at the kneeling animal, Voldemort grinned.

   "mmp! You're too young to confront me with a gun!" But it's a pity that you are only three seconds handsome.

   After brewing for a long time, he pretended to be halfway through, and then another three or five mutants crossed the mud and rushed in front of him.

  Calmly raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger, but when he heard a click, Voldemort's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he threw down the bolter decisively and pulled out the felling ax hanging on the exoskeleton.

  Almost at the same time as he swung the axe, the mutant closest to him had already killed him with a thick and long chainsaw.

   There is a bloodstain on the metal-covered skull, and hideous colors are written on the distorted face. This guy is still an elite monster—a prosthetic mutant!

Sideways dodging the whistling fatal blow, leaning against the chainsaw that was smashed into the ground, he stepped forward skillfully, lifted the ax in his hand from bottom to top, and chopped it hard The side rib of the mutant.

  The touch from the palm of his hand, he could feel the frustration of the separation of flesh and blood, and this blow, to say the least, broke several of the guy's lungs.

"Roar-!"

   After all, it was the resilience of the mutants. The muscular green-skinned animal let out a painful roar, and its round eyes were almost bloodshot.

  The muscles in the whole body swelled to the limit, it struggled to pull up the chainsaw that was knocked on the ground, and threw the creaking sound of the chain to the human warrior beside him. …

  However, the fatal second blow was still dodged by that cunning guy with a short body.

   "Is it okay? Brother."

  The rolling chain made a grating sound against the shoulder armor. Although he was so frightened that his neck was sweating, Voldemort still sneered.

   Regardless of whether the mutant understood it or not, he pulled out a burst bomb and hit the iron buckle on the guy's chest, and then slapped it with an axe.

  The moment the blunt mouth hit the primer, the smoke of the explosion spewed out, and then dazzling sparks spread from the tail of the explosive bomb.

The mutant staggered back a step, reaching out to pull out the hot explosive bomb nailed to his chest, but stepped on the corpse that fell not long ago, lost his balance and rolled over backwards, He also lost his last chance to survive.

"boom!"

  The hot metal jet pierced through his chest, and emerged from his scarred back, twitching that strong body upwards.

   Wiping the blood on the helmet, Voldemort was about to take a breath, but saw another burly mutant rushing in front of him.

  This time, it’s another guy with a gun barrel welded in one hand and a mace in the other. The prosthetic bodies on these animals are not heavy!

  「Oh my god. How many more animals are there!?」

   An ax cut off the gun barrel that was aimed at his chest. Voldemort, who had been hit by the hammer on his shoulder, grunted, cursed in the communication channel, and then retaliated back with a savage ax.

   It’s been bombed for several rounds, why are there so many? ! The team voice came from the communication channel.

   "The mission briefing said five to six hundred."

   Hearing the noisy voice, one can guess the intensity of the battle.

  Looking at the flying green head, Voldemort threw away the ax that was already greasy, and picked up the mace dropped by the elite monster.

  「Are you sure there are only five or six hundred?!」

  The rustling sound echoed in the communication channel.

  「.

   No matter how much he has left, it's the end of Gantt! "

really.

   Whatever the **** is left.

  In this **** atmosphere, the Model Volunteer, who gradually came to the top and gradually found his senses, had a ferocious expression on his face.

   It happens that the opportunity is rare, so let's kill it! "receive!"

  The sound of gunfire in the wilderness is almost inaudible, but axes, hammers and chainsaws are better at face-to-face distance.

  For mutants with extremely tenacious vitality, a half-finger-wide bayonet looks like a toy, and it may not be as hard as their bones.

And even if their stomachs are cut open, even if their intestines fall out, they can still fight with the mallets in their hands. Only by completely smashing their heads or poking a hole in their chests can they really be killed. die!

  The same is true for Union soldiers who are armed to the teeth with exoskeletons. The puncture damage of sharp weapons and rifles cannot break through the defense of the "iron wall" heavy exoskeleton.

   Even overcharged shotguns can only kill them with a single hit to the head, while general-caliber rifles can only shatter their armor from metal fatigue through continuous shooting.

   This procrastinating style of play is obviously not the style of this group of mutants. Coincidentally, the hunks of the Jungle Corps are not interested in shooting each other with their kites. …

   Therefore, both sides chose to use fist to flesh to decide the winner, and fought together in the most primitive way.

  The chaotic battle situation is like a rolling meat grinder, mercilessly swallowing up the fresh lives and spitting out fragmented meat.

  Kuru's expression was ferocious at first, and then crazy. When he finally killed the second Union soldier, his frantic expression uncontrollably turned into bewilderment and panic.

  Whether it is in terms of numbers or strength, it is obvious that their side is more dominant, but the brothers who rushed forward were knocked down one after another.

   Obviously hand-to-hand combat is their home field!

   This should have been their hunt! these guys.

   Is it really human?

  When the hot blood sprayed on his body and was licked into his mouth, he could be sure that the animals in front of him were those weak ones.

  But when he saw that the warrior whose armor he had cut with a chainsaw didn't run away, but rushed towards him with a fierce face against the whistling chainsaw, Kuru was stunned.

  In this ever-changing battlefield, any distraction could be fatal, and he soon paid the price for his confusion.

  The shock wave of the explosion blew up his chainsaw, and the shattered steel wreckage smashed into his chest along with the shards of flesh.

"what!"

  Kuru let out a painful roar and took two steps back. Looking at the fragment stuck in his arm, he pulled it out angrily and threw it away.

  If it weren't for the torch experts to help him strengthen the structure of the prosthetic body, this alone would be enough to make him lose his ability to move.

   Supporting his body with an ax and gun, Kuru staggered to stand up from the ground. He was as strong as a two-headed bull, but his steps forward were like a hobbled donkey.

   These people are crazy. Do not-

   They are not human at all.

   But other things in human skin!

   Those weak two-legged beasts couldn’t fight like this, these guys are more like beasts than themselves! The sound of fighting began to subside.

   It wasn't because the enemies standing in front of him were exhausted, but more and more mutants fell in front of that steel body.

  It usually takes three or four of them to kill a Union soldier wearing an exoskeleton.

   And this is already the best case.

  The reality is that three alliance soldiers form a squad and support each other with the other two squads. They often lose more than a dozen lives without gnawing a single head.

  Even in a melee, those people still maintained a minimum level of teamwork, killing crazy while still thinking about the team next to them.

friend.

   This is something Kuru can't understand!

  However, although his heart is full of hesitation, there is one thing he can be sure of—if he continues to fight like this, the entire army will be wiped out sooner or later!

  Hungry wolf-like eyes searched the battlefield, and soon he saw that distinctive figure from the looming fog.

  The steel body like a black tower stands in the very center of the battlefield, like an insurmountable wall.

   There were more than a dozen soldiers who fell in front of him, and the chainsaw inlaid on his left arm was still waving non-stop, and the movement of beheading his head was as skillful as cutting down a tree. …

  The flying plasma drenched the man into a **** man, scarlet from head to toe, like a living flag.

  Although the guy denies that he is the manager, he is undoubtedly the leader of this group of humans.

  「Haha, totally crazy!」

  He seemed to be shouting something excitedly.

  But Kuru couldn't hear clearly, let alone understand. He only felt that the surrounding alliance soldiers seemed to be encouraged by the roar.

  Kuru's eyes gradually became dangerous, he stared straight at the man, and picked up a chain saw that could still rotate from the ground.

   Just kill that guy

   These people must have collapsed and fled!

  Coincidentally, he seemed to have noticed his gaze, and the man also looked at him, showing a cruel grin through the blood-stained helmet.

  Kuru couldn't see his smile, but the moment he was stared at by those eyes, his heart couldn't help trembling, and the humiliating anger immediately swept into his heart.

  He was a named warrior, but he was frightened by the food on the plate!

  「Go to hell!」

   He growled and rushed over.

  Seeing this, the man did not dodge or dodge, proudly raised the chain saw welded to his left arm, and rushed towards him roaring.

  「Crazy!」「Totally crazy!」

   Contrary to what Kuru had imagined, at this moment Brother Ji had completely forgotten about the command, even forgetting that he was the regiment commander.

  He only has the last record in his head. He was completely insane.

  Standing in the sanctuary that did not exist on the ground, Luo Gan stared at the battlefield expressionlessly through the eyes of mortals.

  How barbaric this is.

  How ugly.

  Before, he was very curious about how the alliance would fight against the pieces he placed on the chessboard, but he did not expect to degenerate into a beast himself.

  There was a trace of boredom on his face, but also a trace of pity and sympathy.

  Wasteland is just such a dirty thing. In order to survive, people can only plunge into the jungle and turn themselves into beasts that drink blood.

  In this process, people have unknowingly become part of the jungle, turning every inch of soil into a **** where civilization cannot grow.

   ".This distorted civilization is really better to do it again." With a trace of resentment and relief, he looked at the group of wrestling pieces of meat, and read this monologue in a cold tone.

However, he soon realized that this was an aversion he shouldn't have—he should lead those lambs to a glorious dedication to realize his great ambition, and he must never judge a person's life or death because of his personal feelings, otherwise he would be A desecration of life and ideals.

   is even more blasphemy to divinity.

  「Sure enough, my practice is not enough」

  Luo Gan lowered his eyebrows, while reflecting in his heart, he couldn't help thinking

   Search for the reason for the "shouldn't have anger". Is it because of Yinyin?

That little girl is just like his granddaughter who died many years ago, childish but not bad, naive but easy to learn, occasionally arrogant, but deep down she really hates doing things that hurt others. For a farmer For children, this quality can be said to be kind, or it can be said to be cowardly.

  He was very curious about what the child would look like, so he stood beside the elder...

  's position gave her a few words of advice.

   Unfortunately, before seeing this budding flower mature, it died in the flower pot by the laboratory window.

"Sure enough, it is impossible for a barbaric soil to grow civilized buds, let alone a beautiful and delicate flower. Even if she survives, she may not live well. Death may be the most gentle ending for her. "

  Facing the empty sanctuary, he muttered to himself, as if he was comforting himself or persuading himself.

  「I'm sorry I couldn't save you.」

   "But I swear to you, after everything is over, you will live a carefree life in the new world, running freely in the sun."

  "Everything that once bound you will no longer exist, and your troubles will disappear together with the old world. It will be a heaven that is more prosperous than the prosperous era, and a utopia that truly descended on the earth."

  He let out a soft sigh.

  However, at this moment, a contemptuous ridicule suddenly broke into this sacred and inviolable domain from a place out of his sight.

"Promise heaven on earth to the dead, cover up your incompetence with daydreams and lies. It's ridiculous, the way you think of ending this jungle is to kill everyone here? You're not even as good as those big noses Asshole, they set a fire anyway, and the fire could really destroy this wood."

"Who?!"

  Luo Gan suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, but couldn't see the source of the sound. Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, thinking of the chip left on Yin Yin's body.

  Those guys actually used her body to speak nonsense without shame!

  A flash of anger flashed in Luo Gan's muddy pupils, and he reached out his hand to silence the annoying voice, but his skinny fingers stopped in mid-air.

  There was a trace of disdain and disdain in that majestic voice, ignoring the weak and dry tree trunk.

  「Even if we degenerate into beasts and use stones, sticks, or even fists and teeth to fight this wasteland, we will never forget who we are and where we are going.」

   "Your kingdom of heaven is left to you."

  「We will not go anywhere, we will rebuild our own country on earth!」

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