Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"Can he really handle those alien monsters that require heavy weapons to deal with..."

The assistant watched the figure in an ordinary woolen coat walk into the factory that was blocked again. The police unloaded the fixed artillery from the car and set it up to aim at the factory gate.

Use human bodies to fight against those creatures that are two or three meters long and can devour flesh and soul.

"Do we need..."

The assistant touched his hair and looked at his superior.

"Night crows don't like others talking about them behind their backs. After all, they are dealing with dead lives."

Adams picked up a piece of fried fish, hesitated before the sauce, and chose to throw it directly into his mouth.

"If he can't deal with it, the worst thing is that we go in to finish it. It's better to have someone try for us than for my police officers to go in and die...Also, don't interfere with things that others don't ask you to do, which is likely to backfire."

You underestimate those monsters.

They are the least human part of the human race.

To fight monsters, they don't need heroes, they only need experts.

They are experts.

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Dodge, escape.

He is not an expert.

The roaring steel and flesh are chasing him, chasing his breath, trying to put him, a living creature, back into his still running turbine to crush and fuse.

At least in this matter, he is not.

In this workshop full of blood and corpses, there are also a lot of mechanical wreckage. He is using his flexibility as a human to move and pull.

Ji Lin browsed his spell list, thinking about how to use his spellcasting ability, which was already not weak.

To defeat the monster in front of him.

He quickly dodged the twisted steel bars thrown at him by the flesh turbine, dodged the deadly liquid it sprayed, and controlled the two sides to maintain a safe distance of more than ten meters.

With him as the center, the radius of 100 meters has been filled with the perception particles spread by the source.

The enemy is a 10-meter-high war structure.

Looking at the monster made of flesh and steel spewing liquid and white mist, tirelessly rushing through the scrap metal pile, knocking the steam production equipment fixed on the surface into pieces.

The perception network converted by the source will provide perception capabilities far beyond the line of sight, and feedback this information to him at a speed close to the speed of light.

Perception, reaction.

Fourth-level bloodline purity.

More precise, faster, and more powerful.

Night Crow, does this world have a special internal department dedicated to dealing with monsters?

No matter what the targets of the police waiting outside are, Ji Lin is not the one they are waiting for. He is just an ordinary commander.

He shouldn't be a commander fighting alone, but he didn't look for his subordinates... Ji Lin didn't even know the system's deployment mechanism.

As a commander, it was an irrational decision to fight alone on the front line.

He could call for a strike from the leader, a strike that lasted for three minutes.

In three minutes, the firepower of a battalion was enough to turn the factory and the monsters inside into corpses.

The system did not cut off his support ability, and he could still call on the artillery support and rapid energy recovery in his stopwatch. This world allowed him to show some unreasonable abilities.

There are two flesh turbines in this factory.

The dead monsters stood up with their crushed and fused flesh, but they would still suffer physical damage.

Except for being a little disgusting and unknown, their flexibility and combat ability belonged to the combat ability of medium-sized constructs.

The only bad thing is that this thing's combat ability may be a genuine medium-sized construct of the first era.

Ji Lin's eyes fell on the monster that was charging and picking up corpses to devour. The flexible and crazy flesh turbine was running like a machine that executed orders.

The source began to penetrate its body along the exposed cavity in its body, feeding the flow of energy back to Ji Lin, marking the weakness of this flesh-driven machine for him.

The bullets in the rifle fell on its steel plating, and a little light burst out in the dark factory workshop that extinguished all light. And the bullets aimed at the flesh part could not penetrate the thick tissue at all... Ji Lin began to miss the 12.7mm full-power bullet rifle equipped in the territory.

That kind of rifle was designed to give infantry the ability to fight against the weak points of steam spiders and steam mechas, and could penetrate the armor strength of the construct within 100 meters to cause damage.

Maybe they are the ones that are more difficult to deal with in the first era.

Like elemental life, they have no external weaknesses, but like mechanical structures, they show incomprehensible flexibility.

They perfectly meet a commander's desire for war machines that can continue to fight, but they are also the enemy in front of Ji Lin at this time.

Explosives are needed, large amounts of explosives, and destructive explosives.

Artillery support will fall into a 72-hour cooling period after use, and he has no plan to ensure his safety in the next three days.

Slow and heavy breathing sounds came from under the gas mask. The protective equipment is filtering out the toxic air in the environment for the wearer, filtering out the stench of oil and blood in the air.

If there is only one, it will be fine. Ji Lin can test his existing methods on it with peace of mind.

It's deadly.

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"There are usually few problems in industrial areas. This time, there is a large factory with at least 100 square meters of land."

The inspector bit the last piece of vegetable and fruit salad in the carton, felt the juice that was no different from the other in his mouth, and listened to the collision and crashing sounds coming from the factory.

From the sound, it can be heard that there seems to be an uncontrolled steam train running rampant inside.

He waved his hand to signal the guards to retreat another ten meters and stay away from the factory.

"Boy, how big is the largest flesh monster you have ever seen? Two meters, three meters?"

The assistant recalled the previous scene and his face began to turn pale. The stench that could penetrate through the gas mask in his memory was still fresh in his memory.

"Sir, it's the flesh monster of about three meters last time."

The inspector took out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes from his clothes, took out a cigarette from it, and lit it next to the train car filled with ammunition. One meter away was the ammunition storage box.

The assistant next to him watched his actions, but dared not speak, fearing that he would be sent to the sky along with the yellow-orange ammunition on the ammunition rack.

"Although no one knows why these monsters were born, the more factories there are, the less likely they are to be born. Once they are born in these factories with a large number of them... some 'big guys' will appear."

The supervisor smiled at the assistant who didn't dare to approach, shook the cigarette, and let some gray and white mixed with sparks fall on the surface that had just been cleaned by the steam.

"No need to be so far away, we don't use medicine bags anymore, the ammunition here is sealed more tightly than the gas pipelines on the street... If this train explodes, you will die if you run a hundred meters away."

He took a puff of cigarette, and the rising smoke lingered and disappeared into the sky.

"That kind of big guy will kill a lot of people. I just don't want my police officers to die in such a meaningless thing."

He is responsible for his subordinates and his superiors.

This cigarette was brought back from a tobacco-rich country by a fleet of ships, but in this awful city it tasted like the same 1-pound bag of garbage cigarettes you get on the street.

It was as bad as the air in downtown, and as bad as this city.

He really didn't want his children to live in this world.