This Game Is Too Realistic

The tide of mutant soldiers rushed towards the jungle regiment, and the collision of beast-like roars and metal clangs shook the entire forest.

"Come forward!! Use your sticks and hammers to smash them into a pulp!!"

"Og!!!"

Shouting loudly at the top of his voice, Oge urged his men forward.

However, not long after, a mutant sentry stumbled out of the woods and reported to him with a fearful expression.

"Centurion Gulu is dead! More than half of his brothers were wounded——"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an angry roar.

"Trash!!"

Clenching his fists, Oger's eyes were wide open, his eyes were about to burst, the whites of his eyes were streaked with bloodshot eyes, and his scarlet gums seemed to bleed from crushing.

There were only about twenty people on the opposite side!

No matter where this human being is placed, it will only take a minute to submerge them, not even enough to fill the teeth of his brothers!

But now——

There were more than 500 brothers under his command, but they were bitten by these 20 people, and even a centurion was knocked down!

This was a great shame for him!

"These losers! They are worse than pigs!"

Just as Og roared angrily, a bloodthirsty roar passed through the forest, and the forest ahead seemed to have been hit by a cannonball, sending away billowing smoke.

The twenty or thirty mutant warriors who had been filled in earlier seemed to be hit by the roar, and everyone's footsteps stopped.

Subconsciously raising his arm to block the smoke, Oger looked in the direction of the movement, and saw two mutant warriors being cut into two pieces by the waist!

And the two machine guns in their arms were chopped into pieces by the roaring claws before they could fire!

The green pupils suddenly shrank, and Oger's eyes met the amber pupils.

It was a burly and majestic Death Claw, with a mechanical exoskeleton attached to its body, and its hot breath distorted the bloodlust and excitement in its pupils.

It was like a thirsty raptor that finally found the time to enter, and its soul was trembling with excitement for the hunt that was about to begin.

And the most incredible thing is that this alien species can actually speak human language!

Og was stunned for a moment.

Psychic interference...isn't it a technology of their ally, the Torch Church? !

"Welcome death!!"

Facing the rushing mutant warriors, Jun Jun had no intention of evading. He let out an excited war cry and charged forward waving his sharp claws.

The two machine gunners who pose the greatest threat have already been eliminated by him.

Then came the mutant holding a shotgun. Just as he was about to take aim, he was whipped away by his tail, and then he caught up with his claws and pierced the guy's heart.

"O--!"

The mutant screamed in pain, hugged Jun Jun's paw with both hands, and all the muscles in his body were squeezed into lumps.

With mutants' near-mutant wound healing abilities, some strong mutants may be able to recover even if their hearts are shot by bullets.

But if the whole thing is torn out——

That's another story.

"Die to me!!"

The sharp claw inserted into the chest was clenched hard, and there was a "pop" sound, and blood mist and minced meat came out from the mutant's chest.

Staring at the Death Claw in front of him, his emerald green pupils gradually lost their ferocious light, and his thick arms also lost their strength.

"Three!!"

With a cruel grin on his face, Jun Jun suddenly pulled out his right paw, dropped the body, and then rushed towards the next target.

A flash of panic flashed in the eyes of the mutant who was being targeted, and he hurriedly opened fire with the assault rifle in his hand, but was dodged by the lightning-fast afterimage, and the claw on his upper body sliced ​​off his entire chin.

The mutant soldier next to him raised his gun and wanted reinforcements, but he was surrounded by his own people and couldn't take aim at the guy.

In just a few breaths, in the blink of an eye, two more mutants with missing arms and legs fell down in extremely miserable postures.

The thick plasma dyed Jun Jun completely red, and even the white mist-like breath seemed to have a fishy rust smell.

He was breathing heavily, but without the slightest hint of fatigue, the ferocity and fighting spirit in his burning pupils only grew stronger.

"six!"

The surrounding mutant warriors were stunned by this ferocious beast, and their dark green faces were twisted with anger and horror.

㱗A hint of timidity and fear finally appeared in those brutal, bloodthirsty, fearless pupils...

These half-human, half-ghost guys are more ferocious than them!

The strength and bravery they were proud of made them vulnerable to a single blow, and they could not be overwhelmed even by their numbers.

Even Oger's face flashed with a moment of imperceptible panic.

"You idiots, your numbers are dozens of times greater than theirs! Each of you can drown that reptile with just a spit of spit!"

"Come on me! Come on together!"

"Roar--!"

Hearing the leader's urging roar, the mutant warrior hesitated for a moment and finally summoned up the courage to kill.

They are natural hunters and even more natural warriors!

They regard battle and honor as life!

You won’t be frightened by just a few tough prey!

Using roars to dispel the instinctive fear of creatures, the armor-clad infantrymen stepped forward, using thumb-thick steel plates and mallets wrapped with iron wires to resist the whistling steel claws.

Then several light infantrymen rushed up with shotguns and fired continuously at the Death Claw. Although it was difficult to aim, they also restricted his movement trajectory with sprayed shotguns.

"㪏——"

These greenskins also have a lot of tricks up their sleeves.

After completing the twelve kills, Mr. Garbage finally felt a little bit of difficulty and glanced out of the corner of his eye in the direction of the midnight kill.

The hand-to-hand fighting continued.

Brother Chicken was swinging his ax and slashing wildly. There were several green-skinned corpses scattered nearby that couldn't be clearly seen, but looking at the sticky bloodstains, it was not difficult to imagine the brutality of the battle.

More than half of the Jungle Corps has been injured!

Although the mutants dropped nearly a hundred corpses, there were still more than three hundred left. The numerical gap between the two sides was still huge, and it became increasingly disadvantageous for the Jungle Corps.

"nineteen--!"

After smashing a green head, Jun Jun retracted his gradually numb claws and was looking for the next prey with his amber pupils, when suddenly a strong wind hit him from the side.

Relying on the instinct of fighting, he ducked out of the corner of his eye and saw half of the "iron wall" exoskeleton smashing into the tree trunk behind him. Two legs were hanging on the tree branch and shaking, and his intestines and The piece of meat fell to the ground like a leaking blood bag.

The remaining half was held in the hands of a giant.

He was nearly four meters tall, with a bare head and two big hands like car doors. The jet-black steel seemed to be embedded in his body and covered with several pipelines, like a black tower standing in the forest.

Even when Jun Jun straightened up, his face was more than a little smaller. Although his pupils were dilated, there were chattering at the corners of his mouth, and his uneven teeth even grew to the outside, no one would doubt the strength under those bulging muscles.

"P-many-"

That drawl seemed to be his name.

In this strange tribe, only the bravest warriors are worthy of being named by the leader, and that name is not only their title and honor, but also their totem!

They will shout their names to their opponents in a duel, torture them to death in the most cruel way, bathe their blood in sacrifice to the totem given by the leader, and make their souls recite their names, bringing the honor of victory with them. Return to the land of our ancestors.

These are all written in the official website settings!

The giant mutant bit off the head of the corpse in his hand, shaking it with blood on his head and chest, and made a crunching chewing sound in his mouth, just like chewing some kind of arthropod.

As if they were worried about being accidentally injured by this big guy, the two-meter-tall mutants next to them all groaned and stepped aside, and an open space was circled around them.

The fighting in the forest gradually subsided, and more reinforcements came from behind. Although the corpses were piled up in the forest, there was no suspense about the outcome.

They wanted to kill the lizard in the most cruel way and use his blood to show their bravery and cruelty.

They roared rudely, cheering on their warriors.

Hearing the roaring and urging, the giant mutant standing there stupidly slowly moved his head and stared at the scarred lizard.

Those pupils were like empty whirlpools. Just by meeting 㦳's eyes, his soul was involuntarily throbbing and in a trance.

Seeing the guy feasting, Jun Jun's scalp felt numb, but there was no hint of timidity in his amber pupils, instead they were filled with burning anger.

The twentieth——

It’s just you!

Using both feet, he rushed toward the giant mutant like lightning, aiming his claws at the guy's knees and ankles.

The bigger you get, the harder it is to control your heart!

Just take off both of this guy's legs -

The heaven of victory will pour into his side!

There was a flash of cold light, but there was no sense of frustration as the sharp blade cut through flesh and blood.

Mr. Garbage felt a numbness at the mouth of the bowl and forearms, as if his steel claws had not chopped off his legs, but on a lump of steel.

The moment he passed by the big guy, he caught a glimpse of the guy's back from the corner of his eye, and his face turned into surprise for a moment.

"What the hell?!"

What the hell is this? !

The steel spine protrudes from the flesh on the back. Three glass jars are inserted into the middle of the spine, with an unknown yellow-green solution sloshing in the cavity.

As for the ankles and knees that he had cut with his sharp claws just now, the dark green skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could clearly see that the underside of the cortex was not flesh and blood, but some kind of alloy!

"P-many-"

The dull roar was like a ship's whistle, and the giant mutant didn't give him time to think. He picked up the half-headless corpse in his hand and swept over.

That speed is not slow at all!

There is no way to avoid that extreme distance!

After a solid blow, the already scarred Garbage Man flew out immediately and hit the shaky tree trunk with a thud.

If the group of green-skinned muscular guys swarmed up at this time, even if he had three heads and six arms, they wouldn't be able to stop him. However, those guys seemed to believe that he was destined to die. Instead of rushing forward, they backed up and let him to the center of the arena.

A muffled groan came from his throat, and Jun Jun struggled to stand up. It was unclear whether it was the failure of the exoskeleton or the failure of the joints on his body.

At least three unnamed bones were broken, and his left arm almost lost all feeling. Although he was slowly recovering with the talent of "physical regeneration", his body was close to the limit at the moment, and his recovery speed could only be said to be better than nothing. .

"Damn... you're so cruel!" He coughed, and a mouthful of blood came out of the corner of his mouth. He wanted to raise his paw, but an alarm popped up in front of him.

【warn! The drive joint is 85% damaged and it is recommended to disengage. 】

"It's so noisy!"

An alarm flashed on the tactical goggles. Looking at the giant mutant striding towards him, Jun Jun gritted his teeth, scratched the tab on the inside of his abdomen with his right paw, hooked it and pulled it violently.

The chest armor and shoulder armor exploded, and the exoskeleton on his body was like an open umbrella. When it was scrapped, it also completely liberated his body.

Looking at the situation in front of him, the giant mutant paused in his steps, and a trace of surprise appeared in his stupid pupils.

Jun Jun glanced at the wreckage on the ground. Although his heart ached, he did not regret it at all. He stared at the freak with undiminished fighting spirit and raised his claws covered in blood.

"Come on! Fight until it hurts——"

"Oh oh oh!"

Before he could finish his words, a violent roar interrupted him mid-sentence.

I saw a black shadow leaping into the air, landing behind the giant mutant, and slashing hard with two axes.

"Roar--!"

After receiving two solid ax blows on his back, the giant mutant let out a roar of pain. He swung his right arm and knocked the man flying out of the air. Then he stumbled and fell to the side. The mountain-like body The ground shook when it hit it.

The minions around were all stunned. They forgot to shout for a moment and froze on the spot.

They didn't expect that there was a human being alive, let alone that he would jump in and disturb their sacred "blood sacrifice."

"Brother Chicken?!" Mr. Garbage looked at the bloody Midnight Chicken Killer in surprise.

This guy's helmet was completely shattered, his chest armor was full of bullet marks and dents, and there was a shocking crack on his shoulder.

Around the breach, the entire shoulder armor was sunken, as if it had been hacked out by a heavy weapon such as an axe.

Junk Jun could imagine that he was knocked unconscious by the mutant's axe, and fell to the ground with a plop.

But the mutant Ba Fu thought he was dead, so he didn't continue to hit him, and rushed here to watch the fun.

"Help me!"

Midnight Killer roared, threw away the broken logging ax in his hand, grabbed a stick with a blade strung on a wire, and rushed up, hitting the forehead of the giant mutant who was trying to get up from the ground. It was a beating.

"oh--!"

The blade was smashed and curled, and the giant mutant roared in pain.

Before he could even get up from the ground, he received a series of merciless beatings on his face. His nose and eyes were rubbed together, making them turn shockingly red.

Midnight Shaji used up all his strength to deliver the final blow, but the stinging pain on his side made him fly out with a groan.

Og striding into the battlefield had just rescued Piduo, who was wailing in pain, and was about to step up to give the human a shot when a black shadow as fast as lightning flashed past his eyes.

Oge subconsciously avoided it, but he saw that the claws were not running towards him, but Pi Duo, who was covering his eyes and retreating.

"No!!!"

His expression changed wildly, and he wanted to stop him but it was too late.

The two claws were like rakes for plowing the fields, they were suddenly slapped together, digging into the pig's thick throat from the left and right, and grabbing the blood vessels, trachea and spine.

Then, the lizard suddenly pulled out with force!

"Stab-"

The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart had a sticky sound, which was particularly conspicuous on the silent battlefield.

Most of the throat and spine were lost, and the huge head instantly lost its support and fell drooping on the back shoulder, leaving only half of the steel rod standing abruptly.

Blood shot out like a fountain and scattered in the center of the battlefield. The giant mutant, who was as burly as a hill, slowly knelt down, his knees heavily embedded in the soil.

There was a deathly silence.

A pair of green eyes stared at the person and the lizard in the center of the battlefield, as well as the gradually falling Piduo and their stunned heads.

"㟧十......"

Looking back at the Midnight Killer lying on the ground, Junk Jun chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I saw this head first."

Midnight Killer rolled his eyes and gasped.

"Sixteen...you win."

Counting the previous round of shooting, it might be thirty.

However, the mutant's resilience was so strong that he was not sure whether the fallen guys were dead or not, so he could only go offline for a while to watch the aerial video playback from the drone.

The only thing he was sure of was that the guys whose heads he chopped off would definitely not survive.

In short, he did his best.

At this time, someone didn't know who roared, and the mutants surrounding him swarmed forward and chopped the garbage man standing next to the giant mutant into eight large pieces on the spot.

Seeing Jun Jun go offline gloriously, Midnight Killer also planned to disconnect. However, at this moment, he saw the prosthetic mutant who was suspected to be the BOSS approaching him.

If he were caught alive, it would be a bit of a waste of time.

So he stopped preparing to go offline and wanted to see what this guy was going to do.

At least.

I have to find a way to get him to kill me.

He raised his hand to stop the mutant warrior who was about to cut him into eight pieces. The ugly mutant leader stopped in front of him and looked down at him condescendingly.

"name?"

"Haha..." Midnight Shaji grinned and spat on his leg with a mouthful of bloody saliva, "Your father."

Wait.

I will come back!

Oge's expression gradually turned cold, and he stretched out his iron-like right hand to pinch his head, and his five fingers suddenly began to exert force.

Midnight Killer looked at him indifferently, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if to say "That's it?".

Looking at those eyes, Oger became completely angry. His thumb and index finger dug into his temple with a "click" sound, and forcefully pulled off the skull in the eye socket, including the muscles and flesh.

However, until he died, the man remained silent and looked at him with a mocking expression until the end.

After crushing the eyeballs and bones in his hand, Oge's face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with shock and anger.

These human things...

How on earth did you get back to Zi'er!

He suddenly regretted that he should not have been angered by this guy. He brought him back and tortured him with the torture tools in the tribe, which would always bring out something.

But now, all he got was a frivolous brain and a lump of slimy flesh...

At this time, a sentry wearing animal skin ran over and knelt on one knee in front of him.

"Og!"

Oge looked at him coldly.

"say."

Looking at that cold gaze, the mutant sentry's shoulders trembled involuntarily, and he hurriedly spoke in a muttering voice.

"There are no two-legged animals in the town, and there are no four-legged animals. All the residents have disappeared, the houses are empty, and the apostle of the church has not been found..."

Before he finished speaking, a wounded centurion came over, leaned over and nodded.

"Og... we have two hundred and ten dead and fifty seriously wounded. There is also a centurion, a big man, and five cars."

"Oh--!"

Unable to restrain his anger, Oge raised his head and roared angrily.

He had never been so embarrassed!

Five to six hundred brothers were beaten to death by a dozen guys, and more than two hundred of them were killed!

What he couldn't accept even more was that the human in power armor who killed his brother never appeared from the beginning to the end!

He seemed to have seen the mocking faces in the tribe.

The trees beside him rustled and swayed, and the entire forest seemed to tremble under his wrath.

The veins in his neck popped out. He looked at the sentry kneeling on one knee and shouted an order.

"The village is burned! Not a single house is left!"

"Yes!" The sentry hurriedly accepted the order, got up and trotted away.

Still not relieved, Oge looked at the centurion in front of him with a naked face, and asked breathlessly.

"Where is the nearest village?"

The centurion answered in a loud voice.

"Hope Town, thirty kilometers east!"

"Follow me!"

Og looked at the minions around him and continued to shout at the top of his voice, "Tamp them down! Let those two-legged animals run away crying and yelling! Tell them who is the master here!"

Although it was already the parish of the Torch Church and the sheepfold of the tribe, Ogmen was angry!

After so many brothers died, he had to bring at least 400 heads back to him to shut up those who laughed at him and satisfy the great leader!

He will kill until enough!

It’s useless to persuade anyone!

"Where are those corpses?" The centurion looked at the leader, waiting for the order expectantly.

Those guys are different from two-legged animals that can only run away, and they definitely taste different too!

He drooled with greed.

And his boss lived up to his expectations.

"Keep the head and cook the rest! Oger will chop off his head when he's full!" Oger roared loudly, and the mutants around him cheered excitedly.

"Ouch!"

A fire broke out in Dust Town, and thick smoke billowed.

It's a pity that the residents here have evacuated, and they can't have a feast among the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​bones.

A group of mutants ran away from the truck with a groan, took off the large pots and cooking utensils tied to the truck, and started a fire without restraint near the forest.

The pot was bubbling, the wild heads were chattering, and the songs that no one could understand contained an indescribable coldness.

It smelled like blood coagulated.

At this moment, the group of greenskins who gathered together to eat did not notice that on the hillside not far away, a pair of dark green pupils were watching them quietly, and then quietly escaped into the woods. Under the shadow, it’s like you’ve never been here before…

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(Thanks to the leaders of "Nue" and "Makabakamo" for the reward!!!)