This Game Is Too Realistic

The flying ax blade was like a flash of lightning, hitting the angry Tyr head-on.

"court death!"

The roaring Tyr let out a dull roar, threw forward his right arm attached to the carpet, and the scarlet tentacles pierced Lao Bai like javelins!

Seeing that the streaks of red light were about to pierce his face, Lao Bai calmly set up the bolt gun in his left hand and fired two preloaded air-burst incendiary bombs forward.

Just two banging gunshots were heard, and an orange-red fireball instantly erupted in the small space!

In contact with the orange-red flame, the scarlet tentacles were instantly ignited by the concentrated fuel, withered and burned into black coke at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Ahhh——!"

Tyr let out a roar of pain, the fierce glint in his eyes became even more intense, and he clenched his right hand that was stretched forward.

Scarlet tentacles grew out of the floor like buds emerging from the soil, like hands reaching out from the tomb, grabbing Lao Bai's ankles.

"You are asking for death! This is my domain—!"

Facing the tentacles wrapped around his ankles, Lao Bai ignored them at all and continued to charge forward with long strides.

The soles of the steel boots made a dull sound when they stepped on the ground, and some tiny roots were torn apart by the huge force before they could get entangled together.

As for those thick roots, they hit the bolt gun hanging head on.

Relying on his brute strength and armored power components, Lao Bai chopped off the shackles in front of him in just three strokes.

At the same time, the energy accumulated in the melt cutting ax is approaching the critical point of explosion!

Looking at the steel armor so close at hand, Tyr's face finally showed a moment of panic.

For a human who has not yet fully mastered the "Power of Gaia", it is indeed too reluctant to take into account internal and external battles at the same time.

"Don't even think about it! Use your dirty hands! Come closer to me!"

Tyr let out a hysterical roar from his mouth, and the scarlet fungi covering his body expanded outward like bursting magma, and in an instant distorted his human form, turning into an indescribable mass. pieces of meat.

The beating appearance is like the devil's heart, or it can be said to be the chaos itself.

What a blasphemy...

The silent Lao Bai was stunned and had only this thought in his mind.

Rather than saying that he became the "Mother's Nest" or "Gaia", it would be better to say that "Gaia" became him.

After devouring his ambition, Gaia, which has no individual consciousness, used the power that human civilization does not understand to materialize his spiritual world!

If this guy is allowed to continue to distort, there may be hope that it will become another kind of "mother nest".

And it’s a mother’s nest that no one has ever seen.

But that's it.

"You talk too much nonsense!"

With a dull growl from his mouth, Lao Bai clenched the hot-melt cutting ax in his hand and struck hard at the tentacles in front of him that were tangled together like a web.

The whistling ax blade was like a comet hitting the forge, and dazzling sparks instantly burst out from the scarlet flesh wall.

"boom--!"

The huge force even shook the entire laboratory, and even Tier's body swayed back uncontrollably.

Stopped?

Looking at the "humanoid chariot" that finally stopped charging, Tyr couldn't help but feel happy.

However, this surprise did not last long, and was soon cut off by the surging and dazzling sparks.

"Ahhhh——!"

The hot plasma plume cut off the tentacles that formed the flesh wall, and the flickering sparks showered his face.

That is plasma with a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees!

Just a feather of light the size of a thumb is enough to set the carbon-based material on his body on fire!

Tyr howled in pain and fell backwards, but because he was still not used to the legless body, he struggled and fell to the ground.

Lao Bai strode up to him, without giving him a chance to say his last words. He picked up the hot-melt cutting ax in his hand and charged it up again, then smashed it into his face.

"boom!!!"

The hot sparks exploded again!

The high-temperature lava not only blasted the pool of flesh and blood into dregs, but even cut open the alloy-cast floor.

The "fire ax" is an anti-armor weapon. Since it can cut through the outer shell of power armor, it can be used to demolish alloy-cast rooms!

Once, twice, three times!

Lao Bai, wielding the melt cutting ax, punched a sunken hole in the ground, blasting Tire's transformed body into burning cinders.

Without the brain that drives the body, the restless tentacles around him are like headless frogs, fluttering twitchingly.

After confirming that Tyr was dead and not a single neuron was left, Lao Bai then raised the bolter in his left hand and fired a round of high-explosive incendiary bombs around him.

Watching the twisted piece of flesh disappear into the sea of ​​boiling fire, he opened the air circulation system of the power armor, and then relaxed with a sigh of relief.

"This time... you deserve to die."

Leaning the ax against the wall, Lao Bai grinned, removed the various buffs activated by the strength talent, and slowly sat on the floor against the wall.

At least the visible Tyr had been killed.

As for the ghost that hovers over the heads of the Vallantians - the invisible Tyr - that's another story.

But he still thinks highly of them.

Like Boulder City, they have the ability to self-correct and respect history enough...even if their history is not long and they cannot trace back to the Prosperity Era or even further back in time like other survivors.

At this time, a scarlet bud emerged from the ashes and turned into a round tentacle next to him.

As soon as Lao Bai grasped the ax in his hand, a weak voice came out from the mimic vocal cords.

"Uh-huh..."

Hearing the familiar voice, a surprised expression appeared on Lao Bai's face, and he released the weapon he had just clenched.

"Hey, your fruiting body is still alive."

Xiaoyu's body is in Shelter 404. There is probably no safer place on this planet than there.

As for the slime mold attached to the fighter jet driven by Luo Yu, it was just the fruiting body of Xiao Yu.

"Ugh!"

The round tentacles screamed energetically, like a dolphin in an aquarium.

However, Lao Bai has not been vaccinated with a biological prosthetic body, and his relationship with Xiao Yu is not as good as a "spiritual friendship", so naturally he cannot understand what it is saying.

"Haha, I hope you're fine, but it's a pity that I can't understand what you are talking about. If you want to ask about Luo Yu, he should be waiting for resurrection in Dawn City now."

The round tentacle stood upright and swayed left and right for a long time, like a dancing mute.

After holding it in for a long time, it finally came out with a broken human couplet.

"...Thank you...Tear...is dead...now I...control this body."

Lao Bai looked at Xiaoyu in surprise, and then he remembered that it could actually talk, but it just didn't speak often.

After a pause, Xiaoyu organized his words and continued.

"This is not... our... brood... but... other... things."

I see.

A look of surprise appeared on Lao Bai's face.

What they encountered was indeed not the mother nest, but something else.

As for how this thing came out, maybe the Alliance's Biological Research Institute can give them an answer.

"Tell Luo Yu what you found and he will tell us."

After a pause, Lao Bai continued.

"By the way...can you get the tentacles out there back into the building? Leaving those things out on the street would be troublesome, both in the sense of explaining it and in the sense of cleaning up the mess."

"Ugh!"

The round tentacles pointed downwards, and then neatly retracted into the black ashes.

Looking at the scattered remnants of fire that were gradually extinguished, Lao Bai picked up his weapon and stood up from the ground, stepped over the dark charcoal on the ground, and walked to the hole opened by the anti-ship missile.

The tentacles dancing around the building have been broken like dead trees. The smoke-filled city in the distance has gradually subsided the sound of gunfire and cannons, and the dawn of the long night has appeared on the horizon further away...

After stopping for a while to admire the beautiful scenery at night and dawn, Lao Bai raised his index finger and tapped the side of the helmet, and spoke in a clear and affirmative voice.

"Call the command center, this is Lao Bai..."

"Tyr is dead. I killed him myself."

"The war is over."

…

With Baldwin's surrender and the fall of World Tower, the last remaining troops fighting for the Confederate Army raised their hands and surrendered to the Union forces.

At the same time, the flag of the Alliance also fluttered on the top of the "Tower of the World", the highest point in Yavent City.

The outcome has been decided, and it's coming sooner than everyone expected.

The gloomy sky turned white.

The first rays of dawn pierced the darkness and shone onto the smoke-covered concrete remains.

Tyr is dead.

August also died.

Including Tyr's confidants and those five-star or above ten thousand captains who promoted the war.

Some of them were found committing suicide at home, while others died in bunkers or lying on their bodies.

Obviously not all Vallantians regard glory as life, at least the insects around Tyr do not have these concepts in their minds, only winning and losing.

And similarly, not everyone has the courage to face failure.

It would be better to die than accept the humiliation of a victor. In contrast, the latter is a more acceptable choice.

There are exceptions to this, however.

For example, Dickens's superior, Jeffrey, the Minister of the Supreme General Affairs Department of the Southern Army.

This guy is a four-star captain of ten thousand, with the same military rank as Augustus, only half a level behind the latter. He is in charge of the logistics supply and military industrial production of the entire Southern Army.

He was originally planning to commit suicide and even had the cyanide capsule in his mouth, but in the end he did not bite it because he was afraid of death. Soldiers rushed in from outside and pinned him down on the table and pulled the capsule out of his mouth. come out.

That guy weighing more than 200 pounds was like a fat pig being dragged into a slaughterhouse. It took three people to hold him down.

The entire city of Avente was full of thin people, even Tire and Augustus, but he was the only one who was full of fat.

With his face flushed, he still refused to give up and tried to break away from the hands holding him, but it was obviously in vain.

The person responsible for the arrest was the First Division of the Wilant Expeditionary Force. Following the soldiers who broke into the room, Battalion Commander Kuruan walked to Jeffrey's desk and threw the wanted notice printed on the flyer. in front of him.

"Mr. Jeffrey, you are under arrest."

Jeffrey used all his strength to raise his head and glared at the man standing in front of him, the expression on his face was stunned for a few seconds.

Breathing heavily, he forced out a sentence through his teeth.

"...You are from Willant."

Kuruan did not hide it and said simply.

"Former centurion of the 340,000th Army, thanks to you, I was fortunate enough to go to the customs at Yongye Port after retiring."

Jeffrey stared at him, breathlessly squeezing out a sentence from his fat throat.

"Then why did you betray us...the Southern Legion...is there anything I can feel sorry for you about?"

Kuruan looked into his eyes and smiled.

“Have you ever heard of snake oil?”

Jeffrey was stunned for a few seconds, with a look of confusion on his face.

"……what is that?"

"A thing that can immerse people in a beautiful dream. Some people fall in and can't get out, like ants drowning in a honey pot. And I was once such a person, and I even became your accomplice for a time."

"We were deceived and used by your ambitions. We used the name of Marshal Julius to do things that would make the Marshal feel ashamed of you. We used the name of Marshal Julius to enslave your compatriots... You are all part of this gang. Toy, so you will lose."

Kuruan put his hands on the desk and stared into Jeffrey's eyes until fear appeared in the latter's eyes.

Only people with ghosts in their hearts would be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door...and Jeffrey is undoubtedly such a person.

He may not have directly participated in any massacre or the sale of any bottle of snake oil, but every piece of fat on his body came from the bloody persecution.

He is the most brilliant criminal and the most vicious criminal...the poison he sells is an evil even dirtier than snake oil.

Looking at the pale Minister Jeffrey, Kuruan retracted his hand on the desk and nodded to the three soldiers holding down the fat pig.

"Take him down."

The three soldiers respectfully accepted the order and escorted Jeffrey out of the office. The latter did not resist this time, and his body was limp and allowed to be held down by the three young men from Wilante.

Only when he passed by Kuruan, Kuruan paused and continued in a normal tone.

"About the snake oil thing, maybe you should ask Minister Dickens of the General Affairs Department of the Borneo War Zone."

"I think... you should be able to meet each other soon."

…

Following the fall of the "World Tower", the Confederate flag was also planted in the Confederate Legion's meeting building.

Including the hospital on Invalid Road, including the building of the Ministry of War...

As everyone hoped, the war was over.

The survivors hiding in basements and cellars carefully poked their heads out of the cracks in the ruins.

The gunfire and artillery fire outside had disappeared, and Tire's hysterical shouting could no longer be heard on the radio.

It was replaced by another voice they had never heard before——

"...Survivors of Avent City, survivors who have suffered from war, survivors who have been bewitched by evil, your war is over."

"Your supreme commander Tyr has been killed by the Burning Legion in his stubborn resistance and hysterical madness. Chief of General Staff August committed suicide in fear of crime... That shameful bastard not only murdered the children of countless families, but also murdered his own children. My wife and I despise this cowardly behavior."

"Everyone is responsible for what they do. I believe it is not just us who think so. You are also the same. You are deeply abhorred by the cowardly behavior of venting your incompetence on your loved ones..."

"In this case, think about your parents, your children, your lovers, and your friends. Give your life to two cowards hiding behind people, die for illusory glory, and let your loved ones rest for the rest of their lives. Is it worth living in regret and pain... You are not just legion soldiers, you are also someone's child, someone's husband, someone's father, you are all living people."

"We promise to hold an open and fair trial for the perpetrators in court. The mistakes that have been made are not without opportunities to make amends. We will always find a yardstick acceptable to both our societies and move towards a better future together."

"I, the consul of the Weiland Alliance, solemnly declare to you here - you can put down your weapons with dignity, and the Triumph City will ensure that your lives are safe from anyone's infringement."

For the vast majority of people in Willant, Triumph City is both their spiritual sanctuary and their spiritual home.

Although Tire cursed Triumph City's "betrayal" more than once in the "Southern Legion Victory News", he still could not change what was engraved in the souls of the Valantians.

In the broadcast, the governor of Triumph City not only promised to ensure the safety of the surrendered soldiers, but also promised to provide food, medicine and other daily necessities to the displaced refugees.

Although this broadcast was recorded by the Archon, the person who broadcast it was a force of the Alliance, and it was obviously recognized by the Alliance.

Some survivors left the cellars and crumbling houses one after another, and with the help of nearby patrol forces, headed for centralized resettlement locations.

There are tents transported from the Lavinka Industrial Zone, as well as compressed biscuits, instant noodles, ham sausages and hot water.

As for why it is instant noodles, it is mainly because the big pot for cooking rice has not been set up yet, and currently only the stove for boiling water has started working, so I can only use instant noodles to deal with it.

And this thing is easy to make. One team queues up to receive instant noodles and ham, and the other team queues up to receive boiled water.

It doesn't matter if someone wants to queue up again. It doesn't add up to much money anyway.

However, although instant noodles can only be regarded as a makeshift food for the Alliance soldiers, it is already a rare delicacy for the survivors of Yavent City who have lived under the rationing system for a long time.

Looking at the steaming instant noodles in his hands, the bony faces showed expressions of surprise.

Even some of the young soldiers who were forcibly recruited into the army couldn't help but shed tears.

They had not experienced the best of Confederate raids.

By the time the guns were delivered to them, all that was left in their bowls were bread that was as hard as a rock and black nutritious ointment.

The sound of stomach rumblings was heard one after another in the camp. If it weren't for the scalding boiling water that burned their mouths, these fifteen or sixteen-year-old children could not wait for the noodles to be soaked, so they started rumbling with their hands in the bucket of instant noodles.

In fact, some people really planned to do this, but they were stopped by players with quick eyesight and quick hands.

[Tomato Scrambled Eggs] of the Burning Legion walked in the camp, tapping the iron basin with a spoon and shouting at the hungry survivors.

"Eat slowly. Enough instant noodles and boiling water. There will be better ones tomorrow! Don't push yourself to death!"

Seeing the ignorant look on this group of people, holding an instant noodle as a treasure, he couldn't help but think of the days when he skinned the mutated hyena in Linghu Wetland Park a long time ago.

In terms of appearance, these Willantes are quite similar to the refugees they picked up from the wasteland.

A captain of the Southern Army with messy hair, who looked like he had just climbed out of the chimney, was holding instant noodles in both hands and standing in front of the boiler for boiling water.

He asked tremblingly as he looked at the Wilant expedition soldier who was manning the faucet.

"...Is this the last meal?"

He didn't dare talk to those Alliance soldiers, and finally found a familiar face.

The soldier from the expeditionary force glanced at him and joked at him.

"Of course not. The grains, vegetables and frozen meat are still at the port in the northern part of the province of Batoya. Before the relief supplies can be shipped in, you still have to eat a few meals with instant noodles."

Instant noodles...how many meals?

The captain was stunned for a long time, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

How the hell are we going to fight this battle?

Although he never believed the nonsense in the "Southern Legion Victory News", such as a famine breaking out in Boulder City, the survivors of Settlement No. 1 going to rebel, etc... But the supplies of these guys were too generous and exaggerated.

The war is over.

He believed that the Alliance would not lie to them by pretending to be fat, but he felt that the lies made up by Tier were so outrageous that he, the captain, almost believed them!

While the captain was speechless and choking while holding instant noodles, several players from the Skeleton Corps were standing not far away talking.

The boy and Brick at the construction site stretched out, with expressions of unhappiness on their faces.

"Is this the end?"

The edge of the water glanced around and said indirectly and clearly.

"Obviously, Tire is dead. The senior officials of the Southern Legion are dead and captured...the remnants are basically here."

At this point, the legion has completely become a historical term, and the reborn city of Avente should not want it to come back again.

By the way, what should the Southern Army be called in the future?

The ID of the Vaillant Alliance has been snatched away by the guy from Warland, and the Southern Alliance overlaps too much with the South Sea Alliance, making it unrecognizable when read.

Edge Pad scratched the back of his head and thought for a while but couldn't come up with an idea, and finally gave up.

It’s better to leave this issue to the Weirant people to think about themselves.

In fact, they don't have to take the path of the alliance, as long as they don't go down the evil path again.

Looking at the dilapidated ruins in the distance, [Outlaw Maniac] had a reluctant expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was reluctant to part with.

"MMP! To be honest, these high-level players are a bit outrageous. I haven't even seen what the final BOSS looks like. How the hell did I win?"

[I am responsible for dying first] smiled and patted my good brother on the shoulder.

"Don't think about it, the important thing is to participate! If you are curious, just go to the official website to see us."