This Game Is Too Realistic

The southern suburbs of Jinhe.

There is an inconspicuous factory building in a deserted urban area.

The spacious courtyard is filled with cargo boxes that have been abandoned for countless years, and a few clumps of grass are swaying in front of the rusty iron gate.

Several green heads were hidden in the shadows of the factory windows, vigilantly monitoring the nearby streets.

This is the transit warehouse for the Torch Church's Huiqi Tribe to export weapons and ammunition.

Although it is more than ten miles away from the frontline, logistics personnel can easily deliver weapons to the frontline soldiers through the intricate subway network.

The tall buildings blocked the continuous gunshots, and only one or two loud explosions from time to time reminded Ga En that the flames of war had burned to the edge of his nose.

Now that the sound of the explosion could no longer be heard, Ga En's mood did not change at all, and instead became even more irritable.

Just now he learned that his subordinates had retreated from the surface to the underground, which also meant that the Qi tribe's lair on the surface was completely defended.

Standing at the door of the warehouse and factory, Ga En's fists were clenched, his teeth were almost broken, and his angry eyes almost spit out fire.

The lair was taken over by a group of two-legged animals...

This kind of shame and humiliation has never happened in a century!

The mutant who noticed Ga En guarding the window quickly left the window, rolled on the ground and trotted to open the door for the patriarch.

Accompanied by the sound of creaking metal friction, the rusty door opened a crack, and an old mutant man with a stooped stature emerged from the crack in the door, looking at Gane and bowing slightly.

"Lord Patriarch."

Ga En was usually quite polite to the old priest who stood on his side, but at this moment he didn't have any expression on his face.

Striding up to Gomo, Ga En reached out and grabbed his collar, staring at him with big copper-bell eyes.

"Where's the support I need?"

Gomo said calmly.

"It's all here."

Seeing that he still looked calm and composed at this juncture, Jiaen suddenly became furious, spitting and yelling at him.

"You know what I want is not the pile of fire sticks, what I want is something that can get rid of the iron lump! Tell the torch people! If they continue to mess around, they will have to guard the research institute themselves. !”

Of course, he just said this.

Without the support of the Torch, the Qi tribe might have been wiped out by the Alliance in minutes.

Not to mention those modified prosthetics.

As for the tribe's own processing technology, it is very difficult to make an automatic rifle, and even if it is barely made, it will jam three times and one shot will jam.

He knew very well that it was okay to use the meat in the biological research institute as a bargaining chip to threaten his allies.

But if the "Champion" Institute of Pharmaceutical Biology really defends, the Qi Tribe may immediately seek support from the Torch Church.

Looking at Ga En, whose face was twisted with anger, Gomo sighed softly.

He still remembered that a few days ago, the young patriarch comforted his frowning self with a confident look, saying that he could just continue the ritual and there was no need to worry about things on the battlefield.

However, after only a few days of hard work and a small setback, he became like this. Not only did he forget what he said, he even placed all his hopes on an outsider from the Torch Church...

But whatever.

This is also expected.

After a pause, Gomo slowly spoke and continued.

"That's what I'm talking about, and it's here too."

Ga En was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

From the slit in his eyes, Gomo saw his desire for power, even if he didn't really understand what the power he possessed was.

The expression was like that of a child eager for a new toy.

Looking at the burly baby in front of him, Gomo suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

Perhaps it was this innocence that brought them to this unimagined land...

Gaen loosened his grip on the collar of the old priest in front of him, and his tone became slightly more polite.

"Take me there."

"Follow me."

Gomo nodded, turned around and walked away from the rusty door behind him.

With the desire for power flashing in his eyes, Ga En followed without hesitation and stepped into the dark factory building.

It was dark inside the factory.

To avoid detection by Alliance aircraft, there were no lights on.

Gaen squinted his eyes to adapt to the dim light in the factory, and soon saw cylindrical culture tanks filled with dark green liquid.

A two-meter-tall body is soaked in the culture tank. Their skin is gray-black, with everted fangs and tapered chins. If you look closely, there is a layer of fine velvet. Under that tall and thin body there are muscles with visible fiber texture. Although not many, they are extremely explosive and surrounded by a circle of wrinkled flesh membrane.

Ga En walked in, his eyes widening slightly.

If you look closely, you will see that the fleshy membrane surrounding the body is actually two pairs of folded wings, extending from the armpits to the crotch!

He had never seen such an ugly monster.

"...This is?"

Gomo walked up to the culture tank and said softly without answering the question.

"When scholars studied gestalt life forms a half century ago, they first designed a framework for the perfect life that was still on the blueprint. Its DNA must be stable enough to resist interference from external factors. It must be tolerant enough to accept a gene designed for it... Mutants are such a framework. Even though it is still far away from the proposition of the most perfect life, it has been realized. The first step to a perfect life.”

After a pause, he continued.

"It is the most perfect 'carrier' on the planet, an almost universal multi-functional platform!"

Ga En frowned slightly, feeling confused by what the old priest said.

The most perfect life?

He has no doubt that he is the most perfect being, and he does not feel at all that he is far from that proposition.

As for what carrier and what multi-functional platform...

He had no idea what this old guy was talking about.

Ga En's confusion was completely expected, and Gomo slowly continued.

"...We can implant this perfect carrier with the excellent qualities we need, so that we can innately surpass the ability of a machine. For example, Goliath can swallow almost any organic matter and convert it into The biomass that can be used by us. The piles of corpses outside can be converted into biomass raw materials that are useful to us. Another example is the bat-winged people in front of you. They can fly in the air without the help of aircraft. Fly freely."

"Bat-Winged Man." As he chewed the name, the confusion in Ga En's eyes gradually turned into understanding, and then into fanaticism.

If every mutant could master the ability to fly...

There is no doubt that his own ethnic group will become the master of this land!

Didn't that Iron Heart just bully them into not being able to fly?

However, this thought only lasted in Ga En's mind for less than a minute. When he saw the small number of poor bat-winged people in the factory, the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually cooled down.

"Being able to fly... This sounds really good, but it's a pity that the number of these little guys is too small." Ga En touched his chin and analyzed calmly, "This is only a hundred or so, I'm afraid it's not enough for the iron It’s stuck between the teeth.”

It would be a shame if there were more.

Seeing the thoughts in the patriarch's belly, Gomo smiled lightly and said in a very soft voice.

"Of course it's not just the number you saw. At this moment, there are at least tens of thousands of bat-winged people deployed in the entire Jinhe River."

Ga En's pupils shrank slightly, and the enthusiasm that had died down resurfaced in those bloodthirsty eyes.

Tens of thousands!

One person's spit can flood that airship!

Looking at Ga En who had regained his fighting spirit, Gomo slowly spoke and continued.

"The Iron Heart's firepower is very fierce, and it has a deflector shield that is almost immune to kinetic energy weapons, but it is unable to deal with threats from close range... The Alliance took advantage of this weakness at the beginning, and from the Legion They captured the Iron Heart from their hands, and of course we can take this airship away from them in this way."

"Now that the alliance's troops are basically within Jinhe, the defenses on the Iron Heart must be empty. We only need to use the cover of gray fog to launch a sudden attack on them——"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Ga En grabbed Gomo's shoulders and said excitedly, "Hurry up and do it!"

As long as we can seize the airship and bombard the Alliance soldiers in the city, even if we can't wipe out those nasty guys, we can at least reduce the pressure on the front line.

"Don't get excited, I haven't finished speaking yet," Gomo coughed slightly and continued, "The bat-winged man's genes have not actually been designed yet. Like Goliath, they are still groping and learning from practice. stage. One of the most obvious flaws that has not yet been solved is that they need to be under the influence of a psychic interference field to achieve full combat effectiveness. "

Ga En stared at him with his eyebrows knitted together like a caterpillar.

"What's the meaning."

Gomo continued.

"To put it simply, without a backbone, they are just a bunch of mindless wild dogs that only know how to bite the targets around them and then eat. We need a warrior who is strong enough to drive them to fight with his own will."

With that said, Gomo turned around and walked to the end of the warehouse, standing in front of a huge culture tank.

This culture tank is obviously different from other culture tanks. Not only is it twice the size, but the things stored in it are also more special.

Its whole body is covered with black scales, and it is more than four meters tall. It has a humanoid outline, but it doesn't look like a human, more like a skin bag——

Or rather armor!

Following Gomo here, the moment Ga En looked at the culture tank, his eyes were completely glued to it and couldn't move away.

The scarlet flesh and blood was pulsing on the inside of the open skirt, like a breathing mouth, just as he was issuing a call or an invitation.

He didn't know what it was.

The power he dreamed of was right in front of him.

Gomo didn't speak, he just stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped on the control terminal.

As the button was pressed, the culture tank quickly made a gurgling sound, and it didn't take long for the dark green liquid to be drained away.

The hatch slowly opened, completely displaying the biomass armor in front of Gawn's eyes.

The pitch black scales and thick biomass shell were exposed to the air, the flesh membranes on both sides of the ribs were gently beating, and wrinkled flesh wings spread out on both sides of the back.

What made Ga En unable to take his eyes away was not only the pair of black wings, but also the swelling and beating chest.

The muscles there seemed to have the power to tear apart steel!

Ga En asked Yu.

"...What is this?"

Gomo replied softly.

"A kind of biomass armor, its name is 'Nightmare'. Not only does it have terrifying power, solid biomass armor and the ability to fly, the most important thing is that it can generate a powerful psychic interference field. Wearing it can Can command all bat-winged people."

Nightmare...

Ga En chewed the name over and over again, feeling very fond of it.

He had no doubt that wearing this armor would become an eternal nightmare in the minds of all old humans.

He looked at Gomo and asked impatiently.

"How to use this thing?"

Gomo said in a very soft voice.

"Just put it on. When it becomes a part of your body, you will naturally understand how to use it. It is as simple as breathing... But you have to think clearly. Once you put it on, you will not be able to use it." Take it off again."

"Just what I wanted!"

Ga En laughed loudly, took off his clothes without saying a word, walked forward with his naked body, and stepped into the culture tank.

The strange tribe respects strong men.

Whoever has the bigger fist is the boss.

As the strongest member of the clan, he would never give up this opportunity to become stronger to anyone else!

Even if he knew there were risks, he was still willing to give it a try!

The moment Ga En's back leaned against the biomass armor, tentacles immediately crawled all over his body.

The sharp interface pierced into his flesh and blood, and countless tiny fibers became entangled with the nervous system of his body.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sudden severe pain made Ga En couldn't help but let out a roar of pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and his muscles all over his body were shaking as if they were being electrocuted.

The pain involved was hundreds of times greater than that of prosthetic reconstruction surgery. He felt like something was stuffed into his body, and part of his own flesh and blood poured into that guy's body.

The first thing to be integrated is the nerves, then the blood, and even everything in the body!

Ga En felt as if he had returned to the chaotic placenta, with an invisible umbilical cord binding him to the mass of flesh surrounding his body.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already an unknown amount of time later.

Gaen has already sensed the invisible body, and his consciousness seems to have been completely integrated into this body——

A stronger body!

He clenched his fists, and a crackling sound came from his arms, and every cell in his body seemed to be cheering happily.

The delighted Gaen then moved his wings, and the hurricane blew the animal skin clothes on the ground away. The high priest and several minions took a few steps back unconsciously.

Gomo stared at Ga En who had regained his life with bright eyes, and a hint of fanaticism gradually emerged in his cloudy pupils.

Although this road is full of twists and turns——

A more powerful creature was born in front of him, which gave him some comfort... At least those sacrifices were not in vain.

Gaen clenched his powerful fist and looked at Gomo standing at the bottom of the steps with satisfaction.

"By the way, how were those bat-winged men made? Can the church people make more of them?"

Gomo lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully.

"Similar to Gloria, it is mainly cultivated from young mutants. The output may not be as exaggerated as you think... I believe that as long as you give them enough time, they will definitely be able to create an invincible army for you. Air Force."

Ga En frowned.

"What about this biomass armor?"

"It's similar...just with some other things added." To be honest, Gomo was not very clear and could only answer vaguely.

But this explanation was enough for Ga En. A hint of surprise appeared in the amber pupils, and then the surprise turned into joy.

That's how it came to be.

No wonder he felt a familiar aura from this biomass armor. It turned out that it was also the blood of his tribe.

Although he felt something was wrong, he didn't take it to heart.

As long as you can get stronger power!

That kind of insignificant thing is fine no matter what!

"Roar--!"

He raised his head and let out a hearty roar, and the fleshy wings connected to his back suddenly stretched to both sides, and the harsh sound waves surged around with the air waves rolled up by the wings.

The mutants backed away in horror, as did the aging Gomo, but there was no trace of panic in his eyes, only fanaticism.

One after another, the bat-winged men in the culture tanks seemed to have listened to his orders. They opened their closed eyes one after another, and beat the glass of the culture tanks with their hands, feet and teeth like crazy, dragging the wet Da Da's body emerged from inside.

It's hard to imagine that this thing was hatched from a mutant baby.

But just as Gaen thought, such trivial issues were irrelevant.

Looking at the beasts with hideous faces and sharp teeth, a cruel smile appeared on Ga En's face.

"...It's time for revenge!"

…

At the same time, on the roof of an office building several kilometers away from the factory, an old man wearing an exoskeleton slowly opened his closed eyes.

He heard the sharp roar hidden in the wind, and also heard the turbulent undercurrent hidden in the fog.

The biological soldiers deployed by the Torch Church in this city were finally activated.

Monsters with fangs and mouths were roaring towards the steel giant, led by a beast.

Soon it will all be over.

Although I don’t know where Luo Gan has gone, from now on, there will no longer be any dirty things that will interfere with the arrival of the holy kingdom of heaven on this land.

Slowly looking in the direction of the airship, Arzu's lips curled up into a cold sneer.

"A group of blood-sucking moths sitting on the legacy of the past. Instead of rebuilding the Utopia of the past and educating the ignorant people, they drove the car in reverse back to the era of prosperity. But after picking up the wreckage of a frigate, they became arrogant. Such a sense of ignorance.”

A ship of this class.

He was not even considered cannon fodder during the Three War.

He sneered and squeezed out the words from between his lips.

"Aren't you very good at fighting?"

"I want to see if you have the ability to leave a whole body for yourself."

…

North of Jinhe City.

The front line of the battle between the Alliance and the Strange Horde.

After controlling the entrance to the subway station and the streets leading to the "Champion" Biological Research Institute, the alliance's ground forces did not continue to advance. Instead, they steadily built a defense line and waited for supplies from the rear.

After a whole day of fighting, most players have almost exhausted their ammunition. Even if they can carry it, the guys in their hands can't.

After demarcating their respective defense zones, the commanders of each corps immediately held a simple combat meeting to determine the attack plan for the next stage.

The command headquarters gave the frontline troops sufficient autonomy to make decisions and choose the order in which tasks should be completed based on the situation on the frontline.

That is, players can decide for themselves whether to give priority to attacking the "Champion" Biological Research Institute, or to pursue the victory and annihilate the mutants who escaped into the subway.

For the convenience of communication and brainstorming, the discussion will be held in the player section of the official website forum as usual.

But although it is said to be a discussion, there is actually no controversy at all.

Almost all the corps leaders agreed that although those green-skinned beasts were hateful, taking down the Champion Biological Research Institute was the top priority.

This is not only because there are one thousand cubic meters of nuclear fuel stored inside and the pseudo-brood nest that dominates the gray fog. From a strategic point of view, taking it there can also effectively divide their opponents.

After all, the alliance between the Torch Church and the Qi tribe is mainly maintained by that research institute.

Once the Alliance breached the research institute and destroyed the "Kingdom of Heaven" that descended on Jinhe City, the Qi tribe lost their greatest strategic value to the Torch Church.

If, in turn, they surrounded the research institute and made the annihilation of the active forces in the subway their primary goal, although they could reduce the number of mutants as much as possible and prevent those guys from hiding in nooks and crannies of the subway, it would also produce the following variables. .

It is impossible for the Torch Church to lose a bishop of the diocese [it is still in the dark now], and even if there is no bigger move, it will definitely send someone over.

A quick victory is the most beneficial option for the Alliance, even if it takes more time to exterminate the mutant remnants, it is worth it.

It only took ten minutes for the commanders of the corps to reach a consensus. However, at this moment, the commander of the spring water, which had not bubbled up all this time, suddenly said something.

"I always feel that your progress is too smooth."

The Storm Corps had previously taken over the work of the Jungle Corps, suppressing bandits in the mountainous forest areas of the northern border of the alliance, but did not participate in this servo campaign.

Although his corps had nothing to do with this event, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel itchy when he saw the lively discussion among the good brothers there, so he intervened.

㳔 Didn’t care about this guy’s troubles, and typed on the edge.

"Isn't it bad to be polite at all? (Funny)"

Commander Quanshui: "I'm not saying it's bad... I just feel like you won too easily. Your opponents are either really stupid, or they are probably holding back some big moves."

Killing a Chicken at Midnight: "Why do you see it?"

Commander Fountain: "Generally speaking, if there is no chance of winning at all, if I were the leader of the mutants, I would definitely turn around and run away. No matter how much the Torch Church gives me, if I have money but no life, I can use a hammer, and no matter how good the relationship is, I can't make a mistake. Fight for your allies, right? What’s more, there’s nothing we can do if they escape from Jinhe City in such a heavy fog. The subway extends in all directions, so you really can’t stop them.”

Garbage Picking Level 99: "This is the logic... but it doesn't apply to mutants, right? Maybe they just look down on the old humans who have been slaughtered as sheep? Maybe they [now] have never thought that they will lose. ”

Killing chickens at midnight: "+1, those animals don't seem to have that much care."

Commander Quanshui: "This is not a matter of the mind. If they really didn't think about losing, they wouldn't retreat underground. Wouldn't it be nice to have a decisive battle with you directly on the surface?"

Fang Chang: "Well... I was thinking about this problem just now, but I really can't think of any other cards they can use. And if there is really any card that can turn the situation around, why didn't it be used so long ago and only now? use?"

Commander Quanshui: "Brother, think about it, how did we capture the Heart of Steel in the first place?"

Irena: "Fuck, this guy is going to start showing off. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "Okay, I know it was you who commanded it. (Funny)"

Commander Quanshui: "Ahem, I really didn't mean that. I'm serious! Think about it carefully. Have you found anything similar?"

Quit smoking: "Contain the ground troops, and then make a surprise attack... Damn it? You mean they might imitate us?"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "But the problem is that mutants don't have planes, right?"

Commander Quan Shui: "It's really impossible for those big guys to build an airplane... I'm telling you, the biological weapons they have are not just those with thick blood and strong resistance to beating like 'Gorya' and 'Roshan' What about the big guy and the guy who can fly?”

Fang Chang: "[So far we have not witnessed the kind of flying elite monster you mentioned... But what you said makes sense. Since the Torch Church can cultivate counterintuitive biological soldiers, we cannot rule out the possibility that you are talking about it." That possibility.”

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Well, in addition to the phaser cannons that need to be deployed in advance, to deal with airships with deflector shields... gang-hopping is indeed the only effective tactic."

Debt-eyed: "No...is that kind of thing really possible?!"

Commander Quanshui: "War is not a game of cards. Anything can happen on the battlefield. I just suggested that, just to be on the safe side, would it be better to transfer a team of people back to the airship? Anyway, you have already arrived at the door."

Lao Bai: "Understood, let's go back! (Baring teeth)"

No matter whether the mutant has this card hidden in his hand or not, leaving a personal anti-stealing tower on the high ground can reassure teammates who are pushing down the tower.

Anyway, as Brother Quanshui said, there is no shortage of people like them on the front line.

With the brothers from the Skeleton Corps, the Death Corps and the Jungle Corps, it is more than enough to take down a research institute.

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "Oh my god... I climbed up the stairs to watch your discussion. My anus tightened when I saw it. I got the hell back online! (Horrified)"

Ye Shi: "Don't panic, I'll be back with you. (Squints and smiles)"