This Game Is Too Realistic

"...Enter the Holy Son."

At an abandoned water tank only a few miles away from the battlefield, a man in hunting gear was standing next to a rusty guardrail. He held a telescope in his hand and stared blankly at the messy battlefield in the distance, repeating over and over again. This sentence.

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

When the fog started earlier, the town's pastor said some mysterious words, so Mayor Ma sent him to Songsongmu Farm to check on 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 when he was halfway on the road, the apocalyptic flames and roars frightened the horse under his crotch and almost knocked him over to the ground.

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

Then I saw the next scene——

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

This is...

The Son of God sends down divine punishment?

But--

Is the location wrong?

The people burning in hell are obviously those ugly beasts, the mutants who live in the city and drink blood.

He clearly remembered that those cannibals were the vicious dogs under the command of the Holy Son.

But why——

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

His sight passed by the column of smoke reaching straight into the sky, and he saw the steel airship in the distance, which was flashing with little bits of fire.

Soon, another round of artillery fire washed away the messy wilderness, just like a heavy hammer, the gongs and drums were intense, and strings of flashing 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 alliance manager is angry!

…

"Roar--!"

His provocation was thrown back unceremoniously, and Kuru's face twisted with rage as he surged with rage.

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

In the dark mud all over the ground, muscle-bound mutant warriors picked up their weapons and hatred, roared and charged towards the heavily armored human regiment.

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

After all, this is a wilderness with nothing to do.

In the previous round of bombing, the number of artillery shells delivered by the alliance even exceeded the number of people in this mutant army.

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

Even if their limbs are blown off, even if they are roasted beyond recognition, even if their hearts are ruptured, their arteries are severed, and their skulls are 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 themselves up and break them. Bones are used as weapons in combat.

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

Not to mention fighting 㦳.

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

pity--

Standing in front of them is not a normal person.

But the players.

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

"Fuck...this is so exciting!"

The player wearing the K10 "Iron Wall" heavy exoskeleton and holding the XB-1 "Growler" bolter swallowed hard.

Staring 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 heart and fighting spirit burn in his chest, Midnight Killer stretched out the 19mm blaster barrel welded to his arm.

"Brothers!"

There is no unnecessary monologue——

For uncivilized beasts.

For the bedbugs that lie on Ming's back and suck flesh and blood.

There is always only one thing they have to do.

When he pulled the trigger, he roared with all his strength.

"Kill--!"

In response to the roar, there were boiling and scorching shouts.

"Kill!!!"

"For the Alliance!"

"Ouch!"

The deafening roar seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky, and for a moment, the roar of the mountains and the tsunami and the beasts were eclipsed by it.

There were more than five hundred mutant warriors who survived the artillery fire, but they were scattered across the front line, which was several miles 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 flames flashed continuously in the muddy wilderness.

Faced with the bolter fire, the mutants continued to advance while firing, but one after another they fell, 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 them with brute force.

Seeing the alliance's firepower and the heavy armor, Kulu immediately roared and issued an order, asking the minions to press on him at all costs and start a close combat with the human soldiers.

According to his experience, once the warriors under his command come within ten steps, these two-legged beasts 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, this time the Jungle Corps encountered a mutant force, it was completely different from the group of guys they encountered last time.

Most of these green-skinned beasts 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 a shot put more than a hundred meters away like a bullet.

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

Looking at the nearby battle lines and the steel armors, Kuru sneered in his heart, and his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty and fierce light.

He swore.

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

What only made him feel uneasy was that, facing the unstoppable charge from his side, the troops in front of him showed no intention of retreating.

What do these guys want to do?

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

Kulu's heart felt uneasy. These two-legged animals seemed to be 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 in just a few breaths, and a hand-to-hand fight began on the soil that had been plowed by artillery fire.

"Die!"

A two-meter-tall mutant stepped out of the fog, spraying out an arc of fire from the shotgun in his hand, blasting the chest of the Alliance soldier in front of him.

The thumb-sized lead bullet dented the jet-black breastplate.

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

This is a distance of ten meters, which is just the safe distance for the bolt gun to jam.

The explosive bomb hit the mutant's shoulder, and a hot metal jet instantly spurted out from the mutant's shoulder blade, scattering the ground with pieces of flesh and bones.

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

Looking at the kneeling animal, the model worker grinned.

"MMP! You're too young to fight with me!"

But it's a pity that he can only be handsome for three seconds.

This had been brewing for a while and before he was halfway done, 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 hard. He immediately dropped the bolt gun and pulled out the logging ax attached to the exoskeleton.

Almost as soon as he swung the ax, the mutant closest to him was already killing him with a long and thick chain saw.

The metal-iron-covered skull has a blood mark on it, and the twisted face is full of ferocious colors. This guy is also an elite monster - a prosthetic mutant!

He turned sideways to avoid the fatal blow that roared towards him, and he deftly stepped forward against the chain saw that was smashed into the soil. He lifted the ax in his hand from bottom to top and chopped it fiercely. That mutant's flank.

There was a touch from the palm of his hand, and he could feel the shock of the separation of flesh and blood. This blow at least broke several of the guy's lungs.

"Roar--!"

After all, it was the mutant's resilience. The green-skinned animal with muscles and muscles let out a roar of pain, and its wide-eyed eyes almost oozed blood.

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

And this second fatal blow was still dodged by the cunning guy.

"Is that okay? Brother."

The rolling chain made a grinding sound against the shoulder armor. Although he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, the Voluntary Worker still sneered.

Regardless of whether the mutant heard or understood, he pulled out an explosive bomb and inserted it into the guy's chest, then hit him with an axe.

The moment the blunt tip hit the primer, explosive smoke spurted out, followed by a dazzling fire blast from the tail of the explosive bomb.

The mutant staggered back a step, reaching out to pull out the hot explosive bomb that was nailed to his chest. Instead, he stepped on the body that had fallen down not long ago, and fell backwards out of balance. , and also lost the 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 he 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 the ax fiercely.

I've blown it up several times, why are there so many? !

The team's voice came from the communication channel.

"The mission briefing says there are 㩙䀱 to 㫦䀱."

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

Seeing 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 Riyako?!"

There was a rustling sound in the communication channel.

"...it doesn't matter how much he has left, it's over for Mother Qiante!"

Indeed.

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.

It’s a rare opportunity——

Then just kill him!

"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. Kill!

The same is true for Alliance soldiers who are armed to the teeth with exoskeletons. The puncture damage of sharp swords 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 normal-caliber rifle, its armor and metal can only be fatigued and broken by continuous shooting. .

This procrastinating style of play is clearly 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.

At this time, both sides unanimously chose a fist-to-flesh contest to determine the outcome, fighting 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 the broken flesh.

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 up were knocked down one after another.

Melee combat is their home field!

This was supposed to be their hunting!

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 was cut by his chain saw not only did not run away, but instead rushed towards him with a ferocious expression on the roaring chain saw, Kuru 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 give him the ability to move.

With the ax gun supporting his body, Kuru staggered up from the ground. He was as strong as a two-headed cow, but the steps he took forward were like a shambling donkey.

These people are crazy.

No--

They are not human at all.

But something else wearing human skin!

It's impossible for those weak two-legged animals to 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 that the enemies standing in front of him were exhausted, but that 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 three alliance soldiers formed a team and supported each other with the other two teams. They often lost more than a dozen lives but could not chew off a head.

Even in the melee, those people still maintained a minimum of teamwork, killing like crazy while still thinking about their teammates next to them.

This is something Kuru can't understand!

However, although his heart was full of hesitation, there was one thing he could be 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 drenched the man completely. He was covered in scarlet from head to toe, like a living flag.

Although the guy denied that he was the manager, there was no doubt that he was 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 turn 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 the 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 frightened by the food on his plate!

"Die!"

He roared and rushed past.

When the man saw this, he did not dodge. He proudly raised the chain saw welded to his left arm and roared at him.

"Crazy!"

"Totally crazy!"

Contrary to what Kulu imagined, 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 this is...

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 in the form of a degenerated beast.

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.

And in this process, people have unknowingly become part of the jungle, turning every inch of soil into a hell that cannot grow.

"...It's better to try this twisted literary thing over again." With a hint of resentment and anger, he looked at the group of meat lumps wrestling together 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 death based on personal feelings, otherwise he would It is a blasphemy against life and ideals.

It is even more blasphemy against divinity.

"If my practice is not enough..."

Luo Gan lowered his eyebrows, and while reflecting in his heart, he couldn't help but think about the reason for his "undue anger."

Is it Yin Yin?

That little girl was just like his granddaughter who died many years ago. She was naive but not bad in nature, a little naive but studious, and occasionally arrogant, but deep down she actually hated doing things that hurt others... For For a farmer's child, this quality can be called kindness or cowardice.

He was very curious about what the child would look like, so he gave her a few casual words from the perspective of the elder.

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

"If the savage soil can't grow buds, let alone a beautiful and delicate flower, even if she survives, I'm afraid she won't live well... Death may be the best option for her. 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 and run 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 that is more prosperous than the prosperous era, and a true utopia that has come to earth."

He let out a small sigh.

But 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, daydreaming and lying to cover up your own incompetence... It's ridiculous. The way you think of ending this jungle is to kill everyone here? You are not even as good as those big guys. Nose bastard, they set a fire, and fire can really destroy this forest."

"who?!"

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

Those guys actually took advantage of her body and talked nonsense!

A flash of anger flashed in Luo Gan's turbid pupils. He stretched out his hand to extinguish the annoying voice, but his skinny fingers paused 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 want to go."

"Just keep your heaven to yourself."

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