This Game is Too Real

  The southern suburbs of Jinhe City.

  In an empty and uninhabited urban area, there is an inconspicuous factory building.

  In the spacious yard, there are piles of cargo boxes that have been abandoned for an unknown number of years, and a few handfuls of weeds are swaying in front of the rusty iron gate.

  A few green heads hid in the shadow of the factory window, vigilantly monitoring the nearby streets.

  This is the transit warehouse for the Church of the Torch to import weapons and ammunition to the Qi tribe.

  Although it is more than ten kilometers away from the front line, through the intricate subway network, logistics personnel can easily deliver weapons to the frontline soldiers.

  The tall buildings lined up blocked the continuous gunshots, and only one or two loud explosions from time to time reminded Gann that the flames of war had already reached his nose hairs.

   Now that the sound of the explosion was no longer heard, Gann's mood did not improve at all, but became even more irritable.

  Just now he learned that his subordinates had retreated from the surface to the ground, and this also meant that the lair of the Qi tribe on the surface was completely lost.

  Standing at the door of the warehouse, Garn clenched his fists, his teeth were almost crushed, and his angry eyes almost burst into flames.

  The nest was taken over by a herd of two-legged animals.

  This kind of shame and humiliation has never been seen in a century!

  Noticing Gann, the mutant guarding the window hurriedly left the window, scrambling and trotting to open the door for the patriarch.

  Accompanied by the creaking sound of metal friction, the rusty door opened a crack, and an old mutant man with a stooped figure came out of the crack, watching Gahn bow slightly.

   "Master Patriarch."

  Garn was usually polite to the old priest who stood by him, but at this moment he didn't have any good looks.

  Striding up to Gomo, Gahn reached out and grabbed his collar, his eyes as big as copper bells stared at him.

  「Where is the support I want?」

   Gomo said calmly.

  「It’s all here.」

  Seeing that he still looked calm and composed at this juncture, Gann suddenly became furious, and roared with spit flying all over the place.

"You know that what I want is not the pile of fire sticks, what I want is something that can get rid of that iron lump! Tell the people of the torch! If they continue to dawdle, they will guard the institute themselves! "

  Of course, he said this in other words.

   Without the support of the torch, the Qi tribe might be wiped out by the alliance in minutes.

  Not to mention those modified prosthetic bodies.

   Considering the Odd Tribe’s own processing technology, making an automatic rifle is the kind of three-shot jamming and one-shot jamming.

  He knew very well that it was okay to use the piece of meat from the biology research institute as a bargaining chip to threaten his allies.

  But if the "Champion" Pharmaceutical and Biological Research Institute really falls, the Qi Tribe may immediately lose the support of the Church of the Torch.

   Looking at Gann whose face was distorted by anger, Gomo sighed softly.

  He still remembered that a few days ago, the young patriarch comforted his frowning face confidently, just continue the ceremony, and don't worry about things on the battlefield.

  However, it has only been a few days of hard work, and he has only encountered a small setback, and he has become like this. Not only forgot what he said, but even pinned all his hopes on the outsider of the Torch Church...

   But it doesn't matter.

   This is also expected.

   After a pause, Gomo continued speaking slowly.

   "That's what I was talking about, and it's here too."

   Gann was taken aback for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

  From that slit, Gomo saw his desire for power, even though he didn't really understand what the power he possessed was.

  That expression resembles a child longing for a new toy.

   Looking at the burly baby in front of him, Gomo suddenly felt a little sad.

  Maybe this is the

  A kind of innocence led them to this unimaginable field

   Let go of the hand that was holding the collar of the old priest in front of him, Gann's tone was a little more polite.

"take me."

"follow me."

  Gomo nodded, turned and walked towards the rusty door behind him.

  With a desire for power shining in his eyes, Gann followed without hesitation, and stepped into the dark factory building.

  The factory building was pitch black.

  In order to avoid being discovered by the alliance aircraft, the lights are not turned on here.

  Garn narrowed his eyes, adapted to the dim light in the factory building, and soon saw cylindrical culture tanks filled with dark green liquid.

   A two-meter-high body was soaked in the culture tank. Their skin was gray-black, with turned-out fangs and pointed jaws, and there was a layer of fine fluff upon closer inspection. Under that tall and thin figure, there are visible muscles with fibrous texture, although they are not many, they are extremely explosive, and there is a circle of wrinkled meat membranes around the whole body.

   Gann walked into the past, his eyes widened slightly.

   Taking a closer look, the fleshy membrane surrounding the whole body turned out to be two pairs of folded wings, extending from the armpit to the crotch!

   He had never seen such an ugly monster.

".This is?"

  Gomo walked up to the cultivation tank, and said softly, irrelevantly.

"When scholars studied Gestalt life forms a century and a half ago, they first designed a framework for the perfect life that was still on the blueprint. Its DNA must be stable enough to resist interference from external factors, and at the same time it must It has enough tolerance and can accept all the genes that people design for it. Mutants are such a framework. Even though it is still far away from the proposition of the most perfect life, it has already realized the goal leading to a perfect life. The first step."

   Paused, he continued.

   "It is the most perfect "carrier" on this planet, an almost universal multifunctional platform! "

   Gann frowned slightly, feeling confused by what the old priest said.

  The most perfect life?

  He has no doubt that he is the most perfect life, and he doesn't feel that he is far from that proposition at all.

   As for what carrier, what multi-functional platform

  He had no idea what the old guy was talking about.

  Garn's confusion was completely expected, Gomo continued speaking slowly.

"...We can implant all the good qualities we need into this perfect carrier, so that we can innately surpass the ability of all machines. For example, Goliath can devour almost all organic matter and transform it into something that can be used by us Biomass. The corpses piled up outside can be converted into useful biomass raw materials for us. Another example is the batwings in front of you, they can fly freely in the air by themselves without the aid of aircraft.”…

   "Batwing." Chewing on the name, the confusion in Gann's eyes gradually turned into enlightenment, and then into fanaticism.

  If every mutant can master the ability to fly.

  My own group will undoubtedly become the master of this land! Isn't that Heart of Iron just bullying them that they can't fly?

  However, this idea only lasted less than a minute in Gann's mind. When he saw the small number of poor batwing men in the factory building, the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually cooled down.

"Can fly. That sounds really good, but it's a pity that the number of these little guys is too small." Gann touched his chin, and calmly analyzed, "There are only a hundred or so, I'm afraid it's not enough for that iron lump Gritted."

   It would be nice if there were more.

   Seeing the thoughts in the patriarch's belly, Gomo smiled faintly and said in a very soft voice.

   "Of course it's not just the number you see. At this moment, there are at least tens of thousands of batwings deployed in the entire Jinhe City."

  Gan's pupil

  Kong shrank slightly, and the fanaticism that had died down resurfaced in those bloodthirsty eyes.

   Tens of thousands!

   One mouthful of spit by one person can drown that airship!

  Looking at Gann who had rekindled his fighting spirit, Gomo continued slowly.

"The Heart of Steel has a lot of firepower, and has a deflector shield that is immune to almost all kinetic weapons, but it can't do anything to threats from close range. The Alliance took advantage of this weakness to **** it from the Legion. Iron Heart, of course we can also use the same method to remove this airship from

   Take it from their hands. "

   "Now the alliance's troops are basically in Jinhe City, and the defense on the Iron Heart must be empty. We only need to use the cover of gray fog to launch a sudden attack on them—"

   "Then what are you waiting for?" Gann grabbed Gomo's shoulder and said excitedly, "Hurry up and do it!"

   As long as the airship can be snatched away and bombarded the Union soldiers in the city, even if there is no way to wipe out those annoying guys, at least it can reduce the pressure on the front line.

"Don't get excited, I haven't finished yet," Gomo coughed lightly, and continued, "The genes of the Batwing have not been designed, and they are in the stage of groping and learning from practice just like Goliath. One of the most glaring flaws that has not been resolved is that they need to be under the influence of a psychic interference field to be fully combat effective."

  The caterpillar-like brows were frowned, Gann stared at him firmly.

"What's the meaning."

   Gomo continued.

   "To put it simply, if there is no backbone, they are a group of wild dogs without a mind. They only know how to bite the targets around them and then eat. We need a strong enough warrior to drive them to fight with their own will."

   As he spoke, Gomo turned around and walked to the end of the warehouse on his own, standing in front of a huge cultivation tank.

  This culture tank is obviously different from other culture tanks. Not only is it twice as large in size, but the things stored in it are also more special.

  Its whole body is covered with black scales, it is more than four meters high, and it has a human silhouette, but it doesn't look like a human, but more like a skin bag...

   Or armor!

   Coming here after Gomo, the moment Gann looked at the cultivation tank, his eyes were completely glued to it and he couldn't move away.

  The scarlet flesh was beating inside the open placket, like a breathing mouth, calling or inviting him.

  He didn't know what it was.

  The power he dreamed of was right in front of his eyes.

  Gomo didn't speak, just stretched out his index finger, and lightly clicked on the control terminal.

  As the button was pressed, the incubator quickly made a pumping sound, and the dark green liquid was drained in a short while.

  The hatch opened slowly, fully displaying this set of biomass armor in front of Gann's eyes.

  The pitch-black scales and thick biomass shells are exposed to the air

  In the middle, the meat membranes on both sides of the ribs are gently agitated, and the folds of meat wings are spread out to the sides on the back.

   And it wasn't just the pair of black wings that made Gann unable to look away, but the swollen and beating chest.

  The muscles there seem to have the power to tear apart steel! Gann asked.

   ".What is this?" Gomo replied softly.

"A kind of biological armor, its name is Nightmare. Not only does it have terrifying power, strong biological armor and flying ability, but the most important thing is that it can generate a spiritual interference field with sufficient power. Wearing it can Command all batwings."

   nightmare

  Garn chewed on this name over and over again, liking it in his heart.

  He has no doubt that wearing this armor will become an eternal nightmare in the minds of all old humans.

  He looked at Gomo and asked impatiently.

  「How to use this thing

  」

   Gomo said in a very soft voice.

"Just put it on. When it becomes a part of your body, you will naturally understand how to use it. It's as easy as breathing. But you have to think clearly, once you put it on, you can't take it off again. Come down." "Just what I want!"

  Garn laughed out loud, took off his clothes without saying a word, walked forward with his burly body naked, and stepped into the culture jar.

  The strange tribe respects the strong.

   Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

  This opportunity to become stronger, as the strongest of the family, he absolutely cannot give it up to others!

  Even if he knows that there are risks involved, he is willing to give it a try!

  The moment Gann's back leaned against the biomass armor, tentacles immediately crawled all over his body.

  The sharp interface pierced his flesh and blood, and countless tiny cilia were entangled with his nervous system.

  「Ahhh!!!」

  The sudden severe pain made Gann unable to bear a pained roar, his eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles all over his body trembled like an electric shock.

  The pain involved is hundreds of times greater than that of the prosthetic body modification surgery. He felt that something was stuffed into his body, and he also had a part of flesh and blood

   poured into the guy.

   The first thing to fuse into one is the nerves, then the blood, and even everything in the body and mind!

  Garn felt as if he had returned to that chaotic placenta, and an invisible umbilical cord glued him together with the surrounding flesh. …

   When he opened his eyes again, it was already a long time later.

  Garn can no longer perceive the original body, and his own consciousness seems to be completely integrated into a new body—

  A stronger body!

  He clenched his fists, a crackling sound came from his arms, and every cell in his body seemed to be cheering happily.

  The delighted Gann then moved his back wings, and the hurricane blew away the animal skin clothes on the ground, and the high priest and several minions unconsciously took a few steps back.

  Gomo stared at the reborn Gann with piercing eyes, and a trace of fanaticism gradually emerged in his cloudy pupils.

  Though the road is full of twists and turns—

   But a more powerful creature was born in front of him, which somewhat comforted him. At least those sacrifices were not in vain.

  Garn shook his fist full of power, and looked at the stand on the stage with satisfaction.

  Gormore.

   "By the way, how did those batwings make it? Can you ask the church to make more?"

  Gomo lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully.

   "Like Goliath, it is mainly bred by young mutants. The output may not be as exaggerated as you imagined, but I believe that as long as you give them enough time, they will definitely be able to create an invincible air force for you."

  Garn frowned.

  「What about this biomass armor?」

  「It’s also similar. Just added some other things.」

  To be honest, Gomo didn't know very well, so he could only answer vaguely.

  But this explanation was enough for Gann, a sense of amazement floated in the amber pupils, and then the amazement turned into pleasure.

I see.

   No wonder he felt a familiar breath from this set of biomass armor. It turned out that it was also the blood of the tribe.

  Although he felt that something was wrong, he didn't take it to heart. As long as you can get stronger power!

  That kind of insignificant thing is fine!

  「Roar one by one!」

  He raised his head and let out a hearty roar, the fleshy wings attached to his back suddenly stretched to both sides, and the piercing sound waves surged around with the air waves rolled up by the wings.

   Mutant minion backs away in horror

  The same goes for the aging Gomo, but there is no trace of panic in his eyes, only fanaticism.

As if hearing his order, the batwings in the cultivation tanks opened their closed eyes one after another, frantically beating the glass of the cultivation tank with their hands, feet and teeth, dragging their wet The body got out from inside.

   It's hard to imagine that this thing was hatched from mutant babies.

  But just as Gann thought, such trivial issues are not important at all.

   Gazing at the hideous beasts with sharp teeth and sharp mouths, Gann had a cruel grin on his face.

   It's time for revenge! "

  At the same time, on the roof of the office building a few kilometers away from the factory building, an old man wearing an exoskeleton slowly opened his closed eyes.

  He heard the sharp roar hidden in the wind, and also heard the turbulent undercurrent hidden in the fog.

  The biological weapon deployed by the Church of the Torch in this city was finally activated. …

   Monsters with sharp teeth and sharp mouths are being led by a wild beast, roaring towards the steel giant.

   Soon it will all be over.

  Although I don't know where Luo Gan went, but from now on, there will be no more dirty things to interfere with the divine kingdom of heaven descending on this land.

   Slowly looking in the direction of the airship, Arzu's mouth curled up into a sneering sneer.

"A group of blood-sucking moths lying on the old heritage, instead of rebuilding the old utopia and educating those ignorant people, they reversed the car and drove back to before the era of prosperity. But they picked up the wreckage of a frigate and became arrogant Such an incomprehensible appearance."

  A ship of this class.

   Not even cannon fodder during the Three Years War. He squeezed out the words from between his lips with a sneer.

  「Aren’t you guys good at fighting?」

   "I'd like to see if you have the ability to leave a dead body for yourself."

  North of Jinhe City.

   The front line of the war between the Alliance and the Odd Horde.

  After controlling the entrance of the subway station and the street leading to the "Champion" Institute of Biology, the alliance's ground forces did not continue to advance, but steadily built a new line of defense, waiting for the supplies from the rear to arrive.

  After a whole day of combat, most of the players' ammunition is almost exhausted. Even if the person can hold it, the guy in his hand can't hold it anymore.

  After demarcating their respective defense zones, the heads of each corps immediately held a simple combat meeting to determine the attack plan for the next stage.

  The headquarters has given the frontline troops enough independent decision-making power, and they can choose the order of task completion according to the frontline situation.

   That is, players can decide for themselves whether to give priority to attacking the "Champion" Biological Research Institute, or take advantage of the victory to pursue and annihilate the mutants who escaped into the subway.

  For the convenience of communication and brainstorming, the discussion was held in the player section of the official website forum as usual.

   It's just a discussion, but there is no controversy at all.

  Almost all the corps leaders agreed that although those green-skinned beasts were hateful, taking down the Champion Institute of Biology was the top priority.

   This is not only because there are 1,000 cubic meters of nuclear fuel stored in it and the false brood that dominates the gray mist. From a strategic point of view, taking it there can also effectively divide their opponents.

   After all, the covenant between the Church of the Torch and the Qi Tribe is mainly maintained by that research institute.

  Once the alliance breaks through the research institute and destroys the "Heavenly Kingdom" that descended on Jinhe City, the Qi tribe will lose their greatest strategic value for the Torch Church.

   If they encircle the research institute instead, and make annihilating the living forces in the subway the primary goal, although they can reduce the number of mutants as much as possible and prevent those guys from hiding in the corners of the subway, it may also create new variables.

  With the loss of a bishop of the diocese, it is impossible for the Church of the Torch to remain in the dark. Even if there is no greater action, it will definitely send a new one.

  A quick decision is the most beneficial option for the alliance, even if it has to eliminate mutants later

  It is worth spending a little more time on the disabled party.

   It took only ten minutes for the regiment leaders to reach a consensus. However, at this moment, the commander of the spring, which had not been bubbling, suddenly said a word. …

  「I always feel that your progress is too smooth.」

  Before the Storm Corps took over the work of the Jungle Corps and suppressed bandits in the forested areas in the northern border of the alliance, they did not participate in this server activity.

  Although his own corps had nothing to do with this event, seeing the heated discussions among the good brothers there, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel itchy, so he interjected.

   Didn't care about this guy tearing down the stage, paddling on the edge of the water and typing.

  「Wouldn’t it be a little smoother? (Funny)」

  Commander Quanshui: "I'm not saying it's bad, but I feel that you won too easily. Your opponents are either really stupid, or they are probably holding back some big moves."

  Killing a chicken at midnight: "How can you see it?"

Spring Water Commander: "Generally speaking, if there is no chance of winning at all, I would definitely turn around and run away if I were the leader of the mutants. No matter how much the Torch Church gives me, if I have money, I can't spend my life with a hammer. No matter how good the relationship is, it won't matter." Are you working hard for your allies? What's more, there is such a heavy fog, we can't do anything if they really run away from Jinhe City, and the subway extends in all directions, so you may not be able to stop them."

Trash picking level 99: "The logic is this logic... but it doesn't apply to mutants, right? Maybe they just look down on the old humans who have been slaughtered by them as sheep? Maybe they haven't thought about it until now I will lose."

  Midnight Chicken Killing: "+1, those animals don't seem to have so many minds."

  Commander Quanshui: "It's not a matter of mind and mind. If they really didn't think about losing at all, they wouldn't retreat to the ground. Wouldn't it be nice to have a decisive battle with you on the surface?"

  Fang Chang: "Well, I was thinking about this question just now, but I really want to

   Can't come out, which card they have available. And if there is a card that can turn the situation around, why not use it long ago and use it now? "

  Commander Spring: "Brother, think about it carefully, how did we **** the Heart of Iron?"

  Irena: "Grass, this guy is going to start pretending. (Funny

  Elf King Fugui: "Okay, I know you commanded it. (Funny

  Commander Quanshui: "Hey, I really didn't mean that, I'm serious! Think about it carefully, have you found anything similar?"

  Quit smoking: "Hold the ground troops, and then suddenly attack the trough? You mean they might learn from us?"

  The mole on the run in the canyon: "But the problem is that mutants don't have planes, right?"

Commander Spring: "It's true that those big guys can't build a plane, but I said what if, if the biological weapons they mastered are not just Goliath and 'Roshan' kind of blood-thick and resistant big guys, but also flying ones What's wrong with the guy?"

Fang Chang: "So far we have not witnessed the flying elite monster you mentioned. But what you said is also reasonable. Since the Church of the Torch can cultivate biological weapons that are against common sense, it really cannot rule out what you said. possibility."

  The mole on the run in the canyon: "Well, except for the phaser that needs to be deployed in advance

  In addition, fighting against airships with deflector shields is indeed the only effective tactic. "

  Big Eyes in Debt: "No. Is that kind of thing really possible?!"

  Commander Quanshui: "War is not a game of cards. Anything can happen on the battlefield. I just suggest that it would be better to send a team back to the airship to be on the safe side? Anyway, you have already pushed to the door."

  Old Bai: "Understood, let's go back for a trip!" (Show teeth

   Regardless of whether the mutant has this card hidden in his hand or not, it is better to leave a personal anti-stealing tower on the high ground to reassure the teammates pushing the tower.

  Anyway, as Brother Quanshui said, there is no shortage of them on the front line.

   There are Skeleton Corps, Death Corps and

   and the brothers of the Jungle Corps are here, and it is more than enough to win a research institute.

  C There are really mosquitoes: "Oh my god. Climb upstairs to watch your discussion. I can see that the chrysanthemum is tight. I'll go back online first! (Frightened

  Ye Shi: "Don't panic, brother is coming back to accompany you... (squinting smile