This Game is Too Real

  Li Jinrong was completely dumbfounded.

  The same goes for Xiao Yue who is lying beside him.

  The thick smog has dissipated a lot, and the two held binoculars in their hands, staring intently at the battlefield covered by artillery fire.

  If the previous round of artillery coverage only brought him a shock of the firepower of the Heart of Steel, then this frontal battle on the battlefield has simply subverted his perception of people.

   Are those guys really human?

  He had never seen a human soldier who could fight mutants back and forth in hand-to-hand combat.

But at this moment, he saw with his own eyes a guy wearing a heavy-duty exoskeleton split a two-meter-tall prosthetic mutant in half with a chainsaw, and then took out a picked-up shotgun and bombarded it with a chainsaw. Smashed the head of a green guy.

   What made him even more unbelievable was that the group of beasts started to be afraid. Yes.

  The expressions of fear clearly appeared on the faces of the group of demons

  In the end, he couldn't even believe his eyes—the group of wild beasts who worshiped death and killing were scared out of their wits by a group of even more desperate guys.

   Really the sun is coming out from the west!

   "...It seems Brother Chicken has already settled it." Putting away the binoculars in his hand, Fang Changdan, who was standing not far from the two of them, said calmly.

   The battle itself has no suspense.

In the past, Brother Chicken with more than 20 brothers was able to resist a thousand-man team, but now 120 full-weight infantry are dealing with a group of disabled guys. .

  Even if this group of guys is much stronger than the previous ones.

  But beasts are still beasts in the final analysis. Even if they use human weapons and learn human tactics, they still cannot change the barbarism in their bones.

  The only suspense now is how many heads have been beheaded by brother chicken. The gang of idlers on the official website opened a game and asked him to be the referee.

  It's a pity that the view here is not good, and only the outline can be seen.

   At that time, I still have to ask Brother Chicken how much he killed.

  Xiao Yue swallowed, got up from the ground, looked at Fang Chang beside him, and couldn't help asking.

   "Um, are those people the Burning Legion?" If those guys

  He didn't think it was too strange to be able to **** a monster like the Iron Heart.

  Fang Chang froze for a moment, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile.

   "You said they, those guys are brothers from the Jungle Corps, although they are also a bunch of ruthless people."

   Jungle Corps?

  Li Jinrong and Xiao Yue looked at each other, exchanging the blankness in each other's eyes, a trace of shock gradually appeared on their faces.

He vaguely heard from the merchants from the north that the alliance's trump card in the battle against the Legion in the Sunset Province, in addition to the Burning Corps, there are also several Corps such as Storm, Death, and Skeleton, but he has never heard of the Jungle Corps. name taboo.

  An unknown corps can have such combat effectiveness

  How awesome is that legendary Burning Legion?

   But speaking of it, the man in front of him seems to belong to the Burning Corps.

  Probably remembering this incident, the two NPCs looked at Fang Chang differently.

  Xiao Yue excitedly gave Li Jinrong a look. Haiya province is saved! '...

  Li Jinrong also nodded excitedly.

'Um! '

  Being an ally with such a powerful neighbor, why worry about not being able to restore Haiya Province!

   He finally sees the hope of realizing the great wish of expelling those evil believers from their hometown!

   On the other side, beside the abandoned water tank, the hunters who came from Hope Town stared dumbfounded at the dusty battlefield.

  The terrain here is relatively high, and the vision is better. You can see the center of the battlefield that Fang Chang and his party can't see.

  I saw that green-skinned monster with teeth and claws pierced through the chest by a thick and long chainsaw, blood and

   The minced meat was thrown several meters high by the rolling saw blade.

  The sun passed through the increasingly thinning gray-green dust haze, and vaguely built a colorful bridge in the swaying blood mist.

   Standing in front of the green-skinned monster, the ruthless man with his left arm raised was drenched in blood, mixed with the blood-stained steel armor.

  Liu Youxiong was dumbfounded, his mouth was wide open, his jaw couldn't be closed, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

   After a while, he squeezed out a sentence from his frozen throat.

".Won?"

  A human being. Even if that guy is still a human being, he actually killed a prosthetic mutant in a one-on-one hand-to-hand fight!

   And looking at it, the guy he killed seemed to be a leader of mutants like a centurion or even a thousand commander.

   Gradually, the disbelief engraved in those eyes turned into the color of worship.

  At this time, the voice of aging rang in his ears. "Are you envious?"

  Liu Youxiong was taken aback, and hurriedly looked aside, but there was nothing beside the rusty guardrail.

   That voice seemed to be inside his head. He swallowed, and answered truthfully. "I'm quite envious."

   The air was quiet for a while.

   Just when he embarrassedly thought it was an auditory hallucination, to his surprise, the voice came back again.

   "Poor man"

  There was a trace of pity in that voice, but Liu Youxiong didn't feel any comfort, he lowered his head and murmured.

   "You don't need to tell me, I know."

  The most lacking thing in Hope Town is hope. Being born there is definitely bad luck for eight lifetimes, and he knows this kind of thing without being told.

  His father was eaten by a bear, so his mother named him a bear, telling him to always beware of wild bears in the forest.

  However, when he picked up his shotgun and walked outside the village, he realized that a few wild bears were not dangerous at all, and monsters more terrifying than that were everywhere in the wasteland.

   But he had to go out again.

  The only thing his father passed on to him was the shotgun that often misfired, and he had no other skills. If he didn't go hunting, he could only starve to death.

  The voice was silent for a while, as if thinking.

   After a while, the aged voice continued.

   "If you had that power, what would you do?"

  Liu Youxiong replied almost without hesitation.

"earn a lot of money!"

  He heard that those mercenaries can make a lot of money, whether it's golden coins or those colorful pieces of paper, they can exchange for many things that he can't exchange with prey.

  But he doesn't have the ability to fight, and he doesn't have those sophisticated weapons,...

  If he had that great power

   Presumably, he would be able to eat meat and drink wine like those mercenaries sitting in the Grizzly Bear and Street Lamp Tavern.

  In his opinion, that is the way people live.

  The voice did not laugh at his ideal, but continued to ask calmly.

"and then?"

  Liu Youxiong froze for a moment.

   "Then...buy a piece of land?"

  The voice continued to ask.

   "And then."

  Liu Youxiong was a little annoyed by the question. Since this guy can appear out of nowhere in his mind, why didn't he pry his brain open and have a look?

   "How can there be so many then"

  He didn't want to cooperate with that poser anymore, but unfortunately, he didn't find the button to turn off the sound.

  The voice ignored his troubles and continued talking to himself.

"The strong eat the weak, and once the weak have power, they will not think of ending this wasteland at all, but will become the next cannibal. I know your past, and I also know the past of Boulder City , we will search for those few places wherever we go

   It’s almost impossible to exist, but it’s a pity that all we see are uglier than beasts. Guys who should have lived like humans put themselves and others

   All turned into animals in the forest. "

   Gradually unable to understand what the man said, Liu Youxiong swallowed.

"who are you"

"I"

  The man paused for a while, as if hesitating whether to say his name, but finally said it frankly.

   "It's Luo Gan."

  Usually, he would tell mortals that he is the Son of God, and the apostles that he is the forerunner, because this can save unnecessary and cumbersome explanations.

   Unknowingly, he himself also took on the role of a god, replacing humanity with divinity to think about everything.

  However, at this moment, he changed his mind.

  Relying on the technology left over from the Renlian era, they built a nearly perfect system for that great plan, and sacrificed themselves first before sacrificing everyone else, in exchange for eternal time to ensure that the plan can be carried out step by step.

   Ironically, at the last moment, the self who shouldn't have made a mistake felt a little shaken in his heart.

  Is it really necessary to tear down the whole house in order for the rats to enter the house?

   It wasn’t the sarcasm of the league manager that shook him, it was that he looked down on those real troublemakers from the bottom of his heart.

   Pragmatists.

  They seem to solve every problem step by step, but they don't get to the heart of the problem at all.

  The administrator of that alliance will not be greater than the original administrator of Boulder City, but what has become of that settlement?

   Singularity City is not the same.

   I don’t know from which day, the lofty ideal of saving everyone, relying on the sky and the earth is worse than relying on oneself, compromised with reality and became another unimagined appearance. Those guys are not even as good as the nobles in Boulder City, at least those dog-like guys don't use stew pots when they eat people.

  The Torch Church’s approach may be a bit extreme, but Luo Gan feels that they are much more benevolent than the real Torch Project that the elites came up with before the war. …

  At least, they don't intend to kill all life on this planet to create a pure paradise.

  They really intend to save everyone, and make human beings a higher existence, so that the wasteland will disappear completely.

  Luo Gan has no doubt that he is doing the right thing, and he doesn't care about the cynicism of those guys who don't understand anything.

  However, just as he was about to cut off that voice with his own hands, he thought of the little girl lying in a pool of blood.

  He left a lot of chips in this parish, but only that

  One is special to him. He split the divinity into countless parts and scattered them all over the land, but left her only humanity.

  When the chip carrying the memory of death was reactivated, and the cut data flowed back into his body, his soul trembled uncontrollably after all.

   The lingering voice echoing in his ears tortured himself repeatedly.

  The lives they sacrificed step by step and in batches in the past twenty years, compared with the demons and ghosts in the wasteland, which one is more?

  At that moment, Luo Gan suddenly discovered that on the road leading to Utopia, he himself seemed to have become a part of this wasteland.

  This is a heaviness that cannot be measured at all

   It is still the last link before the arrival of the Kingdom of Heaven, and the alliance does not seem to realize what this fog means.

   But at the very end, he couldn't do anything. As Luo Gan, he wanted to ask the opinions of ordinary people. As a person, not as a god.

   This is something he hasn't done in a long time.

   ".Luo Gan?" Liu Youxiong was at a loss when he heard that name.

  He has never heard of this name but vaguely remembers it seems

  Where did I hear it.

   Is it the pastor or the mayor? Luo Gan

   didn't care, and asked patiently. "Why do you believe in the torch?" Liu Youxiong scratched his head blankly.

   "I don't know either. In fact, I also believed in the Great Horned Deer God before, but the big men in the town told us to believe it, so that the mutants wouldn't bully us, so we believed it."

Yup.

   is to avoid being bullied by mutants. He almost forgot!

  Liu Youxiong felt a fire in his heart.

  He feels cheated because things are not what those guys say they are.

  The group of green-skinned guys didn't care what they believed or didn't believe at all, and the aloof Son didn't even care about them. Instead, he threatened them with God's punishment. Was it the deceit first or their wavering first?

  He is just a hunter. Why does he have to go to that heaven? Is there anything wrong with thinking about a better life after gaining strength? It must be wrong that the day is blue and the clouds are white!

  Luo Gan didn't care about his anger, and continued to ask calmly.

   "Then do you want to go to the heaven described by the Son?"

   Having no affection for the Holy Son, Liu Youxiong didn't dare to curse, but he still couldn't help but sneered.

   "Heaven what? Ha, you mean this foul-smelling fog? If it's as cloudy there as it is here, I'm sorry for the people who live there!"  …

  He waited for a long time but did not hear a response, and he couldn't help feeling a little panic in his heart.

  That Luo Gan

   Could it be an apostle sent by the Son? He shouldn't tell the truth.

  Uneasy in the silent atmosphere, a drop of cold sweat slowly rolled across Liu Youxiong's forehead.

  At this time, a soft sigh came from his ear. "I see."

   Sure enough, my practice is not enough.

   Luo Gan thought silently in his heart, and left from his side.

   "What do you know?"

  Listening to the words without beginning and end, Liu Youxiong looked around blankly, but he could not see anything except the empty ruins.

  See a figure.

  He was sure he wasn't crazy.

   Someone did come here, but after not getting his approval, he seemed to leave disappointed.

   It's like you've never been here before. In the middle of the battlefield.

  Looking at the chain saw stuck in his chest, Kuru slowly raised his stiff neck and looked at the iron bump standing in front of him.

The guy wasn't in good shape either, with dozens of bouts of back and forth with him, his blood-soaked armor was covered in dents and cracks, and the chainsaw in his hand was barely A little bit will split this guy in half.

   However, this was not even consolation to him.

  As a warrior named by the leader, he lost to a human.

   And in his greatest pride of strength and courage. Tonight he is estimated to be the laughing stock of all clansmen.

  The corner of Kuru's mouth opened a cruel arc, staring at the helmet with only one slit left, and said in a hoarse voice.

"What's your name?"

   "Twenty-one."

  The pair of eyes under the helmet looked at him ruthlessly, and this dull answer floated out from the only gap.

  Kuru couldn't understand what he was talking about, and only thought it was a self-reported family.

   Lowered his green to black head, he muttered in his mouth. "Twenty-one?"

  He will remember the name.

  Wait in the land of the dead where he'll wait for this guy to come down, and then have a good fight with him.

  Next time, he will definitely not lose. Stab a-!

  Accompanied by a tooth-piercing creak, bones and flesh were thrown into the sky by the rolling saw blade.

  The ruthless Midnight Killer suddenly raised the chain saw welded to his left arm, sawing Kuru in two from his chest to his shoulders.

  The burly and magnificent body hit the ground heavily, and the gushing blood quickly seeped into the muddy black soil.

  Watching the commander die at the hands of that human, the remaining mutants finally couldn't hold back the panic in their hearts.

   Just like when they rushed forward howling, they were beaten all over their bodies, and they headed towards the urban area of ​​Jinhe City as if they were dying

   Run away.

   These guys are not human at all--

   is the devil!

   And this hastened their collapse!

   "Crush them!"

  Midnight Shaji roared, straightened the 19 barrel of his right arm, removed the jammed bomb feeder and inserted a burst bomb.

boom--!

  A mutant soldier was shot in the back, and dazzling sparks shot out from its chest. The guy didn't even have time to scream, and was knocked to the ground by the brutal destructive force without a word. …

   "Flash 'em!"

   "Want to run? There is no door!"

   "Aww!"

  Other blood-soaked players also picked up the bolters thrown aside one after another, replaced the clips and fired at the fleeing mutant.

   Tracer lights are flying on the muddy battlefield, and the players who are firing and advancing are like meat grinders.

   Under the baptism of the hail of bullets, the last dozens of mutant soldiers were killed one by one, and soon there was not one left. The battle is completely over.

  Everyone began to count the casualties.

   There were one hundred and twenty people when they came, and there are still ninety-seven people left, and only twenty-three unlucky brothers died at the hands of mutants.

  As for how many they killed, most players can't remember, and they can only roughly estimate five or six hundred.

   There is no doubt that this is a hearty victory!

  They not only severely defeated the arrogance of the group of green-skinned guys, but also proved to the survivors on this land that the group of beasts are not invincible!

  The cheers of victory resounded on the battlefield.

   "Chicken is awesome!"

   "Hahaha, it's so cool!"

   "Brother! Do we have a chance to promote the PV?" "One shot is still fine!"

   "Damn it, I'm so fierce, it's only one shot??"

   "Damn! Are you still not satisfied with one shot?"

   "The main reason is that there are too many ruthless people in this server, and the one-minute PV is not enough. Let the dog—cough, let the planner make it longer."

  Looking at the brothers cheering for victory, killing the chicken in the middle of the night and the Piltover paratroopers, little bookworms, Voldemort model and other buddies who came up

   High five.

   Before he could catch his breath, Voldemort asked excitedly.

   "What about brothers? How many?"

  He also participated in the gamble on the forum, betting 200 silver coins in a short amount of time, and he will definitely break the previous record this time.

  The strength of Brother Chicken Killer is obvious to all.

  Although it was considered a favorable situation this time, and the remaining kills were not enough for more than a hundred brothers, this guy never commanded the fight and charged faster than anyone else.

   There is still hope for breaking the record of sixteen kills!

  Looking at the corpses on the ground, Midnight Killer, who had regained his senses, smiled honestly, raised the off chain saw and rubbed against his helmet.

   "Just broke the record."

   And broke the records of Mr. Garbage.

   This time he is really cool!

  Heart of Iron, the door of the infirmary.

   Standing outside the corridor, Chu Guang looked over the porthole on one side and looked down at the gray-green smog in the distance.

  Although the situation on the surface cannot be seen clearly from here, in every battle there are always players who are seriously injured and feel troublesome to mend themselves.

   Just now, he had learned the result of the battle in advance from the posts of those players through the official website forum.

  Those players are his eyes.

   Can see for him what he can't see

   Fang.

   Walked behind him, Frost, who usually looked not very smart, lowered her head with a heavy face at this moment.

   "Sorry. We tried our best."

  Chu Guang, who turned his back to it, sighed softly.

   "Don't blame yourself. We did everything we could."

  After that Yinyin was shot, the players stationed there immediately called the Viper transport plane, and escorted her to the airship accompanied by Chen Yutong. …

  Although the little girl is not a citizen of the alliance, it is the wish of the players to hope that she gets better. Chu Guang also attaches great importance to this, and immediately contacted the medical staff sent by the company to rescue her.

   Unfortunately, she lost her heartbeat when she got off the plane, and even emergency replacement of bionic organs failed to keep her alive.

  He is a person who doesn't like to express anger in words, and he doesn't sympathize with the farmer who took the blame.

  However, after seeing the bloodless face, he still couldn't help letting the solar eclipse activate the chip in her head, turning the

   A guy hiding in the sanctuary cursed.

   Frost faced Chu Guang's back silently, unable to say a word, which was rare.

  It still can't understand what kind of plan needs to sacrifice tens of thousands of people to complete it.

   And when Chu Guang told her that this number was only what they saw, and those who didn't see it didn't know how many zeros had to be added, it could hardly believe what he said.

  Is this the conclusion that human beings come to after thinking to no avail?

  This is different from a simple war.

   Even if it can't agree, it can at least understand what the legion wants to do, and these guys are stubbornly doing something that it can't understand anyway.

   Frost was a little confused for a while.

  Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, was silent.

  It can feel that the master is not in a good mood, but it doesn't know what to say, so it can only quietly accompany him.

  At this time, the door of the infirmary suddenly opened, and the expressionless Eclipse walked out of the room.

  Chu Guang looked at it, and was about to ask what was going on, but the solar eclipse who walked in front of the two spoke first. "She's dead."

  Hearing the death announced by it, Chu Guang didn't have any surprises, but just sighed softly.

"I see."

   Frost's face was full of sadness.

  Eclipse continued to look at Chu Guang expressionlessly, Tong Kong flickered slightly.

   "Still alive."

   Frost: "?"

  Xiao Qi: "???"

  Chu Guang: ".?"

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