This Game Is Too Realistic

"...The Son is above."

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

He is a hunter in Hope Town, his name is Liu Youxiong.

When the fog started earlier, the town's pastor said some fascinating words, so Mayor Ma sent him to Pinecone Wood Farm to check out the situation.

Liu Youxiong did not dare to neglect.

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

His heart suddenly skipped a beat. He was worried that the divine punishment might involve his family, and he also anxiously wanted to know what the divine punishment was.

So he mounted his horse and galloped all the way, and just when he was halfway on the road, the apocalyptic flames and roaring sounds frightened the horse under his crotch and almost knocked him to the ground.

He hurriedly climbed up from the ground and immediately found a high place and climbed up to the tower water tank standing alone next to the abandoned building.

Then I saw the next scene—

Boiling flames and charred corpses were reflected in his pupils, and Liu Youxiong swallowed unconsciously.

This is...

Divine punishment from the Son?

But---

Is the location wrong?

Burning in hell are clearly those ugly beasts, the gang of mutants who live in the city and drink blood.

He clearly remembered that those man-eating things were the vicious dogs under the command of the Holy Son.

But why

The slowly blowing hot wind pushed away the gray-green haze, and also pushed away the confusion in his heart.

His sight passed by the column of smoke that went straight into the sky, and he saw the steel airship far away in the horizon, which was flashing with dots of firelight.

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

Strings of flickering fire engulfed the mutant troops.

At this moment, no matter how much he believed in the power of the Holy Son, he could still see that it was not the divine punishment of the Holy Son—

But the anger of the alliance managers!

"Roar-!"

His provocation was thrown back unceremoniously, and the surging anger twisted into a ball on Kulu's face.

He raised the ax gun in his hand and let out a boiling beast roar from his mouth.

In the pitch-black mud, muscular mutant warriors picked up their weapons and hatred, roared and charged at the heavily armored human regiment.

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

After all, this is an unfortified wilderness.

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

However, the blood flowing in the bodies of those beasts is the crystallization of the most powerful biological technology in the Prosperous Era.

Even if his limbs are blown off, even if his face is roasted

No, even if the heart is broken, the artery is cut, and the skull is filled with shrapnel... As long as they don't die on the spot, they can get back up from the dark mud, and even pick up their broken bones to use as weapons to fight.

Those twisted faces and pairs of bloodthirsty pupils were like evil ghosts crawling out of the abyss.

Not to mention fighting it.

Those who can muster up courage in front of these beasts can be regarded as the best among men.

pity-

The person standing in front of them is not a normal person after all. But the players.

Faced with the boiling roar and the murderous intent that could suffocate ordinary people, they would only think that this dog's plan is too awesome!

"Fuck...this is so exciting!"

Wearing K10 "Iron Wall" Heavy Duty

The exoskeleton, the player holding the XB-1 "Growler" bolter swallowed.

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

He missed the last group fight with mutants. This time he was able to catch up!

I heard from the group leader that maybe I can even appear in a promotional PV!

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

"Bros!"

No superfluous soliloquies—for uncivilized beasts.

For the bed bugs that sit on the back of civilization sucking flesh and blood. There is always only one thing they have to do.

He roared with all his strength as he pulled the trigger. "kill!"

In response to the roar, there were boiling and hot shouts. "kill!!!"

"For the alliance!" "Ouch!"

The deafening roar seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky, and for a time the roar of the mountain and the tsunami was eclipsed by it.

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

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

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

Orange tracers danced wildly on the battlefield, and exploding firelight flickered in the muddy wilderness.

In the face of the bolter fire, the mutants who advanced while firing fell 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 animals is not really brainless, but most of them don't bother to use their brains when they can solve it with brute force.

After seeing the alliance's firepower and the heavy armor, Kuru immediately roared and issued an order, asking the minions to press forward at all costs and engage in close combat with the human soldiers.

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

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

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

Moreover, the mutant troops encountered by the Jungle Corps this time were completely different from the group of guys they encountered last time.

They are also green-skinned animals. Most of these guys have been transformed into prosthetics, and their weapons and equipment are also more sophisticated.

Some of them carried heavy machine guns, some carried mortars on their backs, and some carried wooden baskets filled with grenades.

Relying on their powerful muscles, they can explode with strength comparable to that of an exoskeleton, and throw shot-ball-like bombs more than a hundred meters away.

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

Looking at the approaching battle line and the steel armors, Kuru sneered in his heart, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes.

He swore.

He will use the most brutal method to kill the guy who provokes him.

But what made him feel uneasy was that, facing the unstoppable charge from his side, the troops in front of him had no intention of retreating.

What do these guys want?

Do we expect to rely on a few sets of exoskeletons to stop them?

Kuru felt uneasy. These two-legged animals seemed different from the animals in other places.

However, there was no time to hesitate.

On this battlefield with visibility less than ten meters, the two sides collided with each other 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, spraying out arc-shaped fireworks from the shotgun in his hand, hitting the face.

The chest of the Union soldier in front of him.

The lead bullet as big as a thumb made a dent in the dark breastplate.

However, the man who was shot didn't even sway, he raised the muzzle of the gun and fired back with a 19mm armor-piercing bullet.

This distance of ten meters is just the safe distance of the bolt gun.

The explosive bomb hit the mutant's shoulder, and hot metal jets instantly spurted out from the mutant's shoulder blades, scattering scraps of flesh and bones all over the floor.

The mutant's eyes widened with bloodshot eyes, and he knelt down on the ground without saying a word.

Looking at the kneeling animal, the model worker grinned.

"P! You're a little too green to fight with me!" But it's a pity that he can't be handsome for more than three seconds.

The idea that had been brewing for a while was only half-way through when three or five more mutants jumped across the mud and rushed in front of him.

He calmly raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger, but when he heard a click, the model worker's eyebrows jumped fiercely. He immediately dropped the bolter and pulled out the logging ax hanging on the exoskeleton.

Almost at the same time he swung the axe, the mutant closest to him had already used a thick chain saw to kill in front of him.

There is a trace of blood on the metal-covered skull, and the twisted face is full of ferocious colors. This guy is still an elite monster - a prosthetic mutant!

He turned sideways to avoid the roaring fatal blow, and moved forward deftly, leaning against the chain saw that was digging into the soil. He lifted the ax in his hand from bottom to top, and chopped it fiercely. That mutant flank.

From the touch in the palm of his hand, he could feel the shock of separation of flesh and bone. This blow broke several of the guy's lung tubes.

"Roar-!"

After all, it was the mutant's resilience that caused the green-skinned animal with tangled muscles to roar in pain, its round eyes almost oozing with blood.

The muscles in its body swelled to the limit. It struggled to pull out the chain saw that was on the ground, and threw the creaking chain towards the human warrior beside it.

However, this second fatal blow was still avoided by the cunning guy.

"Is that okay? Brother."

The rolled chain made a grinding sound against the shoulder armor. Although he was frightened and had a cold sweat on his neck, the Voldemort Model still sneered.

Regardless of whether the mutant understood or not, he pulled out an explosive bomb and hit the metal buckle on the guy's chest, and then struck it with an axe.

The moment the blunt tip hit the primer, the smoke of the explosion spurted out, followed by dazzling sparks spreading 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. Instead, he stepped on the body that had fallen not long ago, and lost his balance and rolled backwards. He also lost his last chance to survive.

"boom!"

The hot metal jet penetrated his chest and emerged from his scar-covered back, pushing the strong body upwards and twitching.

Wiping the blood on his helmet, the Voluntary Worker was about to take a breath, but saw another burly and majestic mutant rushing in front of him.

This time it's another guy who's welding a cannon barrel with one hand and carrying a mace with the other. The prosthetic bodies on these animals are not the same!

"Oh my god...how many more of these animals are there!?"

The ax cut off the barrel of the gun that was hitting his chest, and the model worker who received a hammer on his shoulder grunted, cursed in the communication channel, and then retaliated with a sharp axe.

I've blown it up several times, why are there so many? ! The team's voice came from the communication channel.

"The mission briefing said five hundred to six hundred."

Listening to the noisy sound, you can guess the intensity of the battle.

Looking at the green head flying out, the model worker threw away the greasy ax and picked up the mace dropped by the elite monster.

"Are you sure it's only five or six hundred?!"

A rustling sound echoed in the communication channel.

"...

.No matter how much he has left, he is done with his mother-in-law! "

really.

Who cares how many more there are.

The model worker, who gradually gained consciousness in this bloody atmosphere, gradually gained some feeling, and his expression became ferocious.

If the opportunity is rare, just kill it! "receive!"

The sound of gunfire in the wilderness is almost inaudible, but at a face-to-face distance, axes, hammers and chain saws are more useful.

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

And even if their stomachs are cut open, even if their intestines fall outside, they can still fight with the clubs in their hands. Only by completely smashing their skulls or poking a hole through their chests can they be truly killed. die!

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

Even an overloaded shotgun can only kill them with one hit if it hits the head. If it is a general-caliber rifle, its armor can only be broken due to metal fatigue through continuous shooting.

This procrastinating style of play is obviously not the style of this group of mutants. Coincidentally, the tough men of the Jungle Corps are not interested in flying kites and shooting at them at the same time.

Therefore, both sides unanimously chose to use fist-to-flesh combat to determine the outcome, and fought together in the most primitive way.

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

Kulu's expression was ferocious at first, then crazy. When he finally killed the second Alliance soldier, his crazy expression uncontrollably turned into confusion and panic.

Whether it was quantity or strength, it was obvious that their side had the advantage, but the brothers who rushed forward were knocked down one after another.

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

This was supposed to be their hunt! These guys...

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 guys.

But when he saw that the soldier whose armor he had cut open with a chain saw not only did not run away, but instead rushed towards him with a ferocious expression on the roaring chain saw, Kulu was completely stunned.

On 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 chain saw, and the broken steel debris and broken flesh hit his chest.

"ah!"

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

If Torch's experts hadn't helped him strengthen the structure of his prosthetic body, this alone would have been enough to render him incapacitated.

Supporting his body with an ax gun, Kulu staggered up from the ground. He was as strong as a two-headed cow, but the steps he took forward were like a stumbling donkey.

These people are crazy. No-

They are not human at all.

But something else wearing human skin!

Those weak two-legged beasts can't possibly be so capable of fighting. These guys are simply more like beasts than themselves... than themselves! The sound of fighting began to subside.

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

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

And this is already the best case scenario.

The reality is that when three Alliance soldiers form a team and support each other with the other two teams, they often lose more than a dozen lives without being able to chew off a single head.

Even in the melee, those people still maintained the minimum teamwork, and while they were killing like crazy, they were still thinking about the team next to them.

friend.

This is something Kuru can't understand!

However, although he was full of hesitation, there was one thing he was sure of - if he continued to fight like this, the entire army would be annihilated sooner or later!

His hungry wolf-like eyes searched the battlefield, and soon he saw that distinctive figure in the looming fog.

The black tower-like steel body stood in the center of the battlefield, like an insurmountable high wall.

More than ten soldiers fell in front of him, and the chain saw embedded in his left arm was still swinging non-stop, chopping off heads as skillfully as chopping down a tree.

The flying plasma turned the man into a bloody man, covered in scarlet from head to toe, like a living flag.

Although the guy denies being a manager, there is no doubt that he is the leader of this group of humans.

"Haha, completely crazy!"

He seemed to be shouting something excitedly.

However, Kuru couldn't hear clearly, let alone understand. He only felt that the surrounding Alliance soldiers seemed to be inspired by the roar.

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

Just kill that guy...

These people will surely collapse and run away!

Coincidentally, the man seemed to have noticed his gaze, and the man also looked towards him, showing a cruel smile through his helmet that was stuck with blood.

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

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

"Go to hell!"

He roared and rushed forward.

When the man saw this, he did not dodge. He proudly raised the chain saw welded to his left arm and rushed towards him with a roar.

"Crazy!" "Totally crazy!"

Contrary to what Kulu thought, Brother Chicken had completely forgotten about command at this moment, and he even forgot that he was the commander of the corps.

There was only the record from last time in his head. He went completely crazy.

Standing in the sacred realm that did not exist on the ground, Luo Gan looked at the battlefield with an expressionless expression through his mortal eyes.

How barbaric is this...

How ugly...

Before, he was curious about how the Alliance would fight against the chess pieces he placed on the chessboard, but he didn't expect that it would be by degenerating into beasts.

There was a hint of boredom on his face, but also a hint of compassion and compassion.

The wasteland is such a dirty thing. In order to survive, people can only plunge into the jungle and turn themselves into beasts that eat raw hair and drink blood.

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

"...This twisted civilization should really start over once again." With a hint of resentment and anger, he looked at the group of wrestling pieces of flesh and read this monologue in a cold tone.

However, he soon realized that this was an annoyance that he should not have - he should guide those lambs to make glorious sacrifices in order to realize his great ambitions, and he should never judge a person's life or death based on personal feelings, otherwise it would be A blasphemy against life and ideals.

It is even more blasphemy against divinity.

"Sure enough, my practice is not enough..."

Luo Gan lowered his eyebrows, and while reflecting in his heart, he couldn't help but think

Find out the reason for the "undue anger". Is it because of Yin Yin?

That little girl was just like his granddaughter who died many years ago. She was naive but good-natured, a little naive but studious, and occasionally arrogant, but deep down she actually hated doing things that hurt others... .For a farmer's child, this quality can be said to be kindness or cowardice.

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

He gave her a few words of advice casually.

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

"Sure enough, it is impossible for barbaric soil to grow buds of civilization, let alone a beautiful and delicate flower. Even if she survives, I am afraid she will not live well... Death may be the only thing for her. It’s the most tender ending.”

He faced the empty sanctuary and muttered to himself, as if he was comforting himself or convincing himself.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

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

"Everything that once bound you will no longer exist, and your worries will disappear along with the old world... It will be a kingdom of heaven more prosperous than the prosperous era, a true utopia on earth."

He let out a small sigh.

However, at this moment, a contemptuous ridicule suddenly broke into this sacred and inviolable territory from a place beyond his sight.

"Promising heaven on earth to the dead, using daydreams and lies to cover up your own incompetence... It's ridiculous. The way you think of ending this jungle is to kill everyone here? You even It's not as good as those big-nosed bastards, they set a fire, and the fire can really destroy this forest."

"who?!"

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

Those guys actually used her body to talk nonsense!

A trace of anger flashed in Luo Gan's turbid pupils, and he stretched out his hand to extinguish the annoying voice, but his skinny fingers were suspended in mid-air.

There was a hint of contempt and disdain in that majestic voice, ignoring the weak and dead tree trunk.

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

"Just leave your heaven to yourself."

"We are not going anywhere, we will rebuild our own country on earth!"

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