This Game Is Too Realistic

On the beach in the northern part of the Batoa Province, soldiers from the Wilante Province boarded temporarily requisitioned fishing boats and docked at the temporary dock built by the 1.17 millionth team.

The man in military uniform held a telescope in his hand and looked around with squinted eyes. After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"...This is the province of Batoya?"

His name is Newman, captain of the 100,000th team of the Valant League.

Although he served in Triumph City, he had served as an instructor for a period of time on the beaches in the northern province of Batoya many years ago.

In his mind, there seemed to be a town called Rhinoceros Point, because the beach looked like a rhino's head. When he had nothing to do, he would go there to rent a boat and take a few friends to go fishing.

Nowadays, not to mention any villages here, even the concentration camps that existed for a period of time have been completely demolished. On the originally beautiful beach, there are only some battered concrete bunkers, bomb craters and sandbag bunkers left.

Everything has changed.

And it became hell.

The captain of the 110,000th team also happened to get off the ship. He took out his lighter and lit a cigarette. He looked at the land where things were in chaos, and he squinted his eyes and took a puff.

"It's changed a lot, hasn't it? Everything is back to the time when the war just ended two hundred years ago. In fact, looking on the bright side... at least Tire doesn't have so much high technology, at least we haven't become like this."

Newman's Adam's apple moved and he nodded slowly.

"Um."

He still couldn't understand why Tyr launched this stupid war, but he suddenly understood why the academy hid those pre-war technologies...

…

Hundreds of thousands of troops filed in through the breach opened by the 1.17 millionth team in the northern part of the province of Batoya.

Seeing that they were troops from Triumph City, the survivors along the way burst into tears of joy and stepped forward to greet them.

They really wanted to eat the pot slurry, but unfortunately they didn't have a few mouthfuls of nutritional ointment at home, and they might still be carrying the "death agent" strain of the virus.

Pafica of the 1.17 millionth team asked the soldiers to distribute some food to the survivors, and then handed the survivors over to the troops responsible for establishing the quarantine area.

Not only do they want to kill Tyr, they also have to clean up the mess Tyr left behind.

Thick black smoke dotted the southern part of the city of Avent, and steel airships hanging at low altitudes fired at the sky and the ground, accompanied by the roar of rockets in the air from time to time.

Facing the alliance's intensive offensive, even the steel airship began to be unable to withstand it.

Even due to the lack of close-range firepower ammunition, one of the airships was guided by a weapon that broke through the fire net and hit the gun bay below the steel airship.

Gorgeous fireworks exploded instantly, and the billowing smoke engulfed half of the airship.

Although the captain of the airship reacted quickly and promptly ordered the bombing of the gun cabin to be thrown away, the structural components of the airship were still severely damaged in the explosion, and eventually it slowly fell into the ruins in front of the desperate sight of a group of soldiers. .

The deflector shield cannot provide absolute defense against guided weapons such as missiles, and at most it can have a certain blocking effect.

The steel airship defense missile mainly relies on the fixed machine gun and 20mm anti-aircraft cannon on the airship to actively shoot the missile when it confronts the airship's deflector shield.

This sounds silly, but it's actually very effective.

However, in the long-term confrontation with the Legion forces, the Alliance also thought of a solution.

That is to replace the missile's shell with armored steel.

As long as the seeker and power components can withstand one shot of the 20mm cannon, it is enough.

The rest is left to fate and quantity...

With the fall of the first steel airship, air superiority began to tilt towards the Alliance.

The 2,000,000th Army of the Home Defense Force launched a counterattack towards the Death Corps' positions, but the counterattack lasted for less than an hour and was terminated as the mobile troops of the Skeleton Corps penetrated into the rear of the Home Defense Force.

The Death Corps, which had replenished their ammunition, began to move forward again, cooperating with the armored troops of the Skeleton Corps to occupy the positions that had been chewed down, and at the same time searching for the remaining enemies hiding behind the bunkers.

Although Captain Baldwin of the Southern Army was still leading his men to resist heroically, anyone could see their final outcome.

The outcome has been decided.

The only difference is which day in February we will find out.

Objectively speaking, Tyr, who does everything he can, also did some human affairs, but not much.

For example, in terms of results, he "evacuated" the civilians in the province of Batoya before the final decisive battle began, which greatly reduced the casualties that civilians might suffer in street fighting.

Although this is only in terms of results.

After all, Tyr obviously did not do this to reduce civilian casualties. His purpose was to drag the survivors in the wasteland from one quagmire into another deeper quagmire.

It's just that this guy's idea was bad, but it turned out to be good.

On the other hand, the Wilant soldiers did not bother to mingle with the Wilant civilians. Some deserters took off their military uniforms, but they did not throw away their military uniforms and still hide a gun. They did what some family members would do in Snake State and Things the Mammoth State did.

This in turn reduced civilian casualties by 80%.

But even so, the pain this war brought to the residents of Yavent City was still heavy.

But no matter what, this is still much kinder than the neutron plume falling from the sky...

…

The 68th floor of the "Tower of the World".

Tyr stood in front of the alloy wall and stared at the holographic window in front of him expressionlessly.

The flames of war were getting closer and closer to his feet, and his loyal warriors were either systematically eliminated or surrendered, as if the power given to them by the "Gestalt Life Form" technology was fake.

A deep sense of powerlessness spread throughout Tyr's body, followed by anger and helplessness.

With supreme power in his hands, he experienced for the first time the feeling of the steering wheel not obeying his control.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from behind him, and the haggard-looking Chief of Staff August stood behind him, performed a military salute, and spoke in a hurry.

"Dear Mr. Legion Commander... The City of Triumph has declared war on us. The defecting 1.17 millionth unit landed on the beach in the northern part of the province of Batoya. The 100,000th unit of the servant army responsible for defense has been annihilated. According to the frontline information According to the intelligence coming in, at least 4 teams of 10,000 people have been unable to be contacted, and they may have surrendered to Triumph City..."

Augustus had used as tactful a tone as possible.

And no matter how tactful the tone is, it can't change the crisis the Southern Army is facing at the moment.

It is no longer enough to describe the situation.

Perhaps the word embattled should be used...

Tyr's fists were clenched tightly, and his bones made a creaking sound. It took a while before he slowly relaxed.

Taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice with his back to Augustus.

"I see."

Augustus waited quietly for Tire's deployment, but he waited for a long time without waiting for the next sentence.

The chief of general staff couldn't help but have a hint of anxiety in his brows, and he unconsciously adopted an urging tone.

"Mr. Legion Commander... The Home Defense Force is no longer able to withstand it. The Alliance troops are approaching us... I don't know if I should say this, but we should prepare for the future as soon as possible."

"What's next?" Tier turned around and looked at Augustus who looked anxious.

Facing that cold and sharp gaze, August held his breath for a moment, and cold sweat crawled down his forehead.

He quickly buried his head and waited for Tyr's reprimand with trepidation.

But to his surprise, Tire didn't do that this time.

"Let's go back."

Augustus was stunned, unable to react for a moment, and then his face gradually turned pale.

go back?

At this juncture...the entire city of Avente was surrounded, where else could he go back?

Understanding the meaning in that look, Augustus nodded tremblingly, slowly squeezed out a "yes" from his lips, and then walked towards the door stiffly.

In fact, he should have expected this result.

He is the general staff officer of the Southern Army, and there is no "above" he can count on.

From the moment he ran out of tricks, the fate of the Southern Army was doomed.

At least in his last moments, he wanted to spend some time with his family, and then go to another world with them...

Watching August leave, Tire turned his gaze to the holographic screen and slowly closed his eyes.

Why?

What went wrong?

Is it because of the pangolin?

If it hadn't been for that guy stepping onto the steps of the Glorious Academy and publicizing the news of Julius's death, causing the originally united legion to fall apart, the Southern Legion would never be in such a mess as it is now...

That's what he thought at first, but when he thought about it carefully, it didn't make sense.

The originally united legion...

When did the Legion ever unite?

"Dear Your Majesty Julius... all your children have abandoned you, and now we are the only ones left in Willant who still remember your teachings."

He sighed leisurely, turned off the holographic screen in front of him, and strode into the nearby laboratory.

The laboratory on the 68th floor of the World Tower is a hotbed for cultivating "death agents", and Martin is here who presented him with the last card.

Looking at Tier walking into the laboratory, Martin's expression was a little awkward, but he still nodded slightly in respect.

"Mr. Till..."

Tyr asked expressionlessly.

"Is there any new development?"

Martin shook his head with an embarrassed expression.

"We... are still working hard, but unfortunately, there is no obvious progress yet."

The design of the killing agent was actually perfect, but it was a pity that it could not be spread and was blocked on the beach in the southern part of Weiland Province.

Researchers from the alliance and the academy stabilized the patient's condition with only a few drugs, and the rich experience that Triumph City showed when preparing to build the isolation area was something they did not expect at first.

Perhaps the infectious disease route is not a good idea. There are too many uncertain factors in the wasteland, and this can be regarded as a lesson for the Enlightenment Society.

They should use other more efficient means...

But the "Torch Project" approach doesn't work, and neither does the Torch Church's approach. What other options are there?

Did you blow up this planet?

This... seems a bit too extreme.

What the Enlightenment needs is a pure planet, not a fragmented asteroid belt.

Besides, destroying a planet is not that easy.

Just when Martin was thinking wildly, Tire had already walked in front of him.

"Keep going and give me my biologically powered armor."

That was another gift of the Enlightenment to the Southern Legion—the legacy of the Church of the Torch.

In fact, it is more like borrowing a chicken to lay eggs than giving it away.

The Enlightenment intends to use the productivity of the Southern Legion and the ongoing series of wars to integrate the technology of the Sanctuary to improve the biological power armor of the Church of the Torch.

After all, the individual combat capabilities of the Enlightenment Society are too weak. They have already suffered a loss once, and the gray mutants and wastelanders in the desert are difficult to use. The production of power armor requires a complete supply chain. They can only think Some alternative ways.

However……

After all, that set of biological power armor is an experimental model and has not yet had time to be tested on the battlefield.

Martin had a troubled expression on his face.

"But the armor isn't finished yet—"

Before he could finish his words, Tyr's hand was already on his shoulder.

"There's no time, take me there."

The unabashed murderous intent made Martin hold his breath involuntarily, how could he dare to say another word of rejection.

He swallowed slowly and nodded stiffly.

"Please, please come with me..."

Till released his grip on his collar and motioned with his eyes to lead the way.

There was silence in the laboratory, and the researchers averted their eyes one after another, not daring to make eye contact with Tyr.

The two walked through the rows of experimental equipment and culture tanks one after another, walking towards the depths of the laboratory, and soon came to a silver-white metal cabinet.

Biological power armor is different from general power armor. The latter is an auxiliary equipment and can be taken off at any time, but the former has to be connected to the wearer's internal circulatory system, and it cannot be taken off if it fails.

Martin cautiously walked to the control console and clicked twice on the operation interface with his index finger. Soon, rows of green signal lights lit up on the surface of the silver-white metal cabinet.

Accompanied by a "hissing" sound of air leakage, a sharp gap opened on the flat metal surface, and the closed alloy door quickly opened to both sides.

And at the same time that the alloy door opened, a piece of scarlet flesh stretched out from the crack in the door, swelling and rolling like boiling magma.

Seeing that shocking scene, even Tier couldn't help but frown.

"This thing can really penetrate people?"

Martin nodded cautiously.

"Theoretically... it's possible. The Torch Church has used it on the battlefield in Haiya Province. You should know that, right?"

That thing had caused a lot of trouble for the coalition forces, and even almost succeeded in a sneak attack on the alliance's managers - at least that's what the people from the Torch Church told them.

Tyr nodded expressionlessly.

Of course he knows.

After all, he also sent a 902mm heavy artillery as a show of force to the Southern Army.

Unexpectedly, times have changed, and now it is time for the Southern Legion to run out of resources.

"How to use this thing?"

Hearing Tire's question, Martin, who was tensed up, was stunned for a moment and answered subconsciously.

"Just contact it and respond to its desire... Wait, you want to use it yourself?!"

"Yes."

As he finished speaking, Tier had already walked up and put his hand on the scarlet flesh.

Bloody tentacles stretched out from the piece of flesh, wrapped around his fingers, and spread to his arms, as if they had become a part of his body.

And at the same time, huge negative emotions flooded into his mind like a tide.

Kill!

Devour!

destroy!

Eat everything!

A low groan of pain came from Tyr's mouth, but soon the low roar turned into pleasure.

The ripples emanating from that indescribable piece of flesh were exactly his heartfelt desire!

Yes--

Maybe that's what he wants. He desires from the bottom of his heart to destroy everything and destroy everything that blocks him.

Including those who oppose him.

Even those who support him.

Even the Wilrantians.

He did not go crazy, but naturally absorbed the ripples and energy emanating from the piece of meat, and wholeheartedly accepted the madness that could destroy everything.

If you can't win——

Then destroy it!

The Wilant people who lost to the wasteland are no longer superior. They are undoubtedly the most inferior ethnic group, and the inferior ethnic group should be eliminated by the jungle without leaving any trace!

That's the natural choice!

It is the only way to reach higher life forms!

At this moment Till was like an angry and disappointed racecourse owner who wanted to kill his best horse with his own hands because it failed to win the race.

If no one is willing to accompany him to charge again——

Then let him do it himself!

The scarlet flesh had crawled all over Tyr's body and spread in all directions along the floor beneath his feet.

At this moment he seemed to have turned into a monster.

Or a species that does not exist on earth.

Martin's face was full of panic, he moved his lead-filled legs and backed away tremblingly.

This is not powered armor at all! ?

There must be something wrong!

Suddenly he remembered that in the previous experiment, he tentatively added a piece of genetic code from the mutant slime mold mother nest to the power armor, which was suspected to be able to enhance the mimicry ability and recovery ability of life forms.

Speaking of that piece of code, it's quite old.

That was what the forerunners of the Torch Church got from the Mother Nest in Qingquan City——

"Disconnect from it now!"

Martin yelled, took out the liquid nitrogen bottle from the side, and pointed the nozzle at Tyr without thinking.

However, before he could unscrew the safety bolt, a scarlet tentacle knocked the liquid nitrogen bottle out of his hand, then quickly wrapped around his body and lifted him up from the ground.

"Ahh——"

Martin struggled desperately and kicked his legs randomly, but in the end he was just a weak researcher.

Tyr, who was completely integrated with the piece of meat, came to him in a flash, and his thick legs seemed to grow on the floor wrapped in the piece of meat.

"Disconnect what?"

Looking at the pale Martin, he squeezed out a satisfied smile from his twisted face.

At the same time, the chunks of flesh spreading along the floor had penetrated into other rooms in the laboratory.

Looking at the scarlet flesh that swept over like a tide, the researchers in the laboratory were all dumbfounded.

And at the moment when they were stunned, the scarlet piece of flesh had already pounced on them.

"Ahhh!"

Just like Martin's fate, the researcher closest to the piece of meat was instantly tied into a rice dumpling by scarlet tentacles, and then turned into a puddle of meat like a crushed tomato.

The sudden change frightened everyone. The dumbfounded researchers came to their senses one after another and rushed towards the emergency exit like they were desperate.

"The sample has been leaked! Run!"

"Damn it! Let me go!"

"Uh-ka!"

Screams kept coming!

In just a few breaths, the virus laboratory on the 68th floor of the "Tower of the World" turned into a hell on earth.

Of course, the raging wave cannot let go of these "nutrients" that are almost fed to their mouths. They have just emerged from hibernation and are hungry and need to devour flesh and blood to expand themselves.

The tentacles were like pythons aiming at their prey. With just a few twists and turns, they caught up with the escaping researchers and dragged them into the scarlet hell.

And those researchers who were lucky enough to escape were not truly safe.

Just after the scarlet tentacles harvested twenty lives in a row and broke the nutrient tank in the laboratory warehouse, the scarlet meat pieces that obtained nutrients began to move up and down the building along the ventilation ducts and elevator shafts. spread.

Looking at the pale Martin, Till squeezed out a pleasant smile from his twisted face.

"...I am very satisfied with your gifts. I will visit you when I am free."

Martin looked at him in horror, his mouth opening and closing tremblingly, his eyes filled with despair.

"You...monster."

Tyr smiled lightly.

"That's how insects look at people too."

After saying these words, he gently shook his hand, and the tentacles surrounding Martin began to tighten.

Just like popping a water-filled balloon, he just moved his fingers and crushed the weak and incompetent researcher in front of him into a pulp.

"Pfft——"

The gushing blood drenched Tyr's body. In just a few breaths, it penetrated into his skin, was completely absorbed and digested by him, and became him.

A satisfied smile appeared on that twisted face.

At this moment, he was like an omnipotent god, standing at the top of the food chain and overlooking all living beings.

There should be no life stronger than him on the surface.

As for the identity of the Weirant people——

It doesn't seem to be that important anymore.

"Let's have a good fight...the alliance, the enterprise, the academy...and the legion."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

With a terrifying and fierce light reflected in his scarlet eyes, Tyr laughed loudly, as if he was really crazy.

At the same time, gunfire erupted in the "Tower of the World".

The gun-wielding security personnel and Tire's personal guards were all beaten back by the rampaging experimental subject, and they all desperately turned into nourishment for the indescribable thing.

In just a few hours, the scarlet flesh had engulfed the entire alloy-cast building and spread from the open alloy door to the adjacent streets.

Looking at the tragic situation on the ground, Lao Bai standing on the Viper transport plane had a look of astonishment on his face.

According to the information given by the prisoners of the Southern Legion, the laboratory of the lethal agent is on a certain floor of this landmark building called "Tower of the World".

They planned to launch a raid here, but they didn't expect that before they jumped down, the opposite side exploded first.

"Good guy...are you poking fun at the defense?" Quitting, who was sitting across from him, also looked down and couldn't help but complain.

Lao Bai said solemnly.

"I don't know...but to be honest, this thing is a bit like the mother nest of mutant slime mold."

Quit smoking was stunned when he heard this and said immediately.

"The mother's nest? Wouldn't it be better to leave it to Xiaoyu?"

This is indeed true in theory, Xiaoyu is the nemesis of almost all mutant slime mold nests.

In fact, not only did Xiao Yu think of quitting smoking, Lao Bai also thought of it immediately.

Luo Yu's goblin regiment happened to be on the front line.

Without hesitation, Lao Bai immediately switched the communication channel and got in touch with Luo Yu who was flying in the sky.

"Luo Yu! I leave it to you!"