This Game Is Too Realistic

The emerald-colored thick slurry soaked the land that had been plowed by gunfire, and the rancid smell was suffocating.

The dark green hyphae and nectar outside the soil looked like they had been forcibly pulled out of the blood vessels on the surface of the body.

The sound of cannons was still roaring in the distance, and burning steel continued to fall from the sky, like an endless rain.

One hundred and twenty "Conquer" tanks formed the offensive force, with long, thick gun barrels and almost red-hot shaft machine guns constantly spraying tongues of flame, slanting ferocious firepower toward the gap between the direct firepower of the rear artillery.

Tens of thousands of clone infantrymen held disemboweled rifles, roaring and charging after the tracers flying in the sky, running desperately towards the bombed bacterial mutants, using the most primitive voices Venting his boiling anger.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Lu——!!"

The bacterial variant, scratched all over by the shrapnel, let out a wail, which seemed to be a roar. Its fat body was beating like an umbrella, and it continued to squeeze out clouds of dark green spores.

The dark green spore cloud was like some kind of elixir. When in contact with it, the bacterial mutants groaned happily and staggered up from the crater. Their limbs were damaged by the explosion at a speed visible to the naked eye. Healing.

Especially "Walking Corpses" and "Corpse Dogs"!

As cannon fodder, although they are not good at offensive capabilities, they are extremely tenacious and resilient. They struggled to twist their bodies and come back to life after just taking a sip.

In the blink of an eye, the dark green cloud had been sucked clean, but the "big mushroom" that released the spores shriveled up as if withered.

After discovering the situation here, the charging clone team immediately attacked them, firing their rifles while maintaining the rhythm of the attack and continuing to charge forward.

The big mushroom was shot several times and was about to fall down as he was dying.

However, just when the clone team was about to rush towards it, the body of the big mushroom suddenly twitched violently like boiling water, and then the body suddenly cracked outwards with a crack nearly one meter wide!

Dozens of tentacles quickly drilled out of the crack and whipped the oncoming clone soldiers like long whips!

"Lu!"

A clone trooper was slapped, and it let out a short and exciting sound from its mouth. It pulled the unlucky fly into its mouth like a frog, and pressed his head into it. The esophagus contained corrosive acid.

However, before the big mushroom could taste the sweet flesh and blood, a bayonet was pushed out from the back of its head.

"Lu!!!"

The painful howl was revealed from its open mouth and wounds.

As if it had eaten its stomach, it twisted the tentacles on its lower body and kept moving backwards, and vomited out the bloody corpse and digestive juices in its mouth.

Before it could stabilize its body and get into a defensive stance, another clone soldier rushed in front of it, its crazy bloodthirsty pupils as dazzling as the bayonet dangling in his hand!

"Ahhhh!!!"

He roared, stabbed the bayonet into the body of the bacterial mutant, and stirred his left arm desperately.

The big mushroom, which could only release healing spores, quickly fell to the ground, and the walking corpses and corpse dogs nearby were also pushed to the ground.

A crawler rushed up and just bit the neck of a clone soldier, but was soon blown into pieces by an oncoming tank shell.

The two sides started fighting hand to hand.

Those clone soldiers are even more like slime mold than the grotesque mutants of bacteria, especially those pairs of bloodthirsty pupils that regard killing as life!

Their lives are counted in seconds.

They crossed tens of thousands of miles of desert to come to this strange land, burning only for this last moment.

They kept falling, but no one retreated.

The turbid flesh and blood and the black mud merged into one. They painted the land red and used the most primitive method to push the front forward, and then push forward!

"Come forward!"

Half of his body was exposed from the turret, which was full of blood and mucus. The Valantian centurion roared and urged his subordinates beside him to attack forward.

"Let these dirty and ugly things see what true cruelty is!"

"We will make them regret coming to this world! Dedicate victory to the marshal! Bring glory to the triumphal city! Bring death to our enemies!"

"Charge!!"

In response to his roar, it was a deafening cry.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Although they couldn't hear what the leader was talking about, running to death was indeed the best escape for them.

Behind them, soldiers wearing protective suits carrying cylindrical metal cans and holding disinfectant nozzles were slowly advancing.

From time to time, someone would stop, bend down, pick up some body parts mixed with mud, water and blood from the ground and throw them into the jar behind them.

Type B strains cannot grow outside Baiyue Province, but the Alliance's captive brood production of fruiting bodies has solved this problem.

In addition to large-scale synthesis through incubators, the Alliance Biological Research Institute has also developed "portable disinfection equipment"-that is, these Valantian soldiers carry the gadget on their backs.

Each culture tank stores a "fruiting body" inoculated with the genome of type B strain, which can continuously synthesize type B strain, while only consuming one corpse per square mile.

Type B strains that erode soil cannot survive in areas outside Baiyue Province, and will disappear naturally after completing the mission of killing type J strains.

It can be said that it is very easy to use.

At present, the coalition forces have relied on this set of equipment to restore half of the land in Haiya Province.

The drone's lens gradually zoomed out as the slowly rising cloud of shell smoke and spores spread out, and tons of human figures spread across the entire wilderness.

The attack being launched was not just a team of ten thousand people, but a whole ten thousand troops from the Eastern Army!

More brutal fighting and death can be seen everywhere on the entire land covered in mud...

It's not just the alliance that can see the decline of the Torch, but also the legion commanders.

In order to get more chips at the same time as the loot, they must control more territory!

To the east of the Legion Front, the fighting on the Alliance Control Front was even more intense.

If the clones of the Legion only regard death as relief, then the players of the Alliance regard death as home in the true sense.

Even if the Vaillant people never cared about the clones being injured, and even wished that these ants died faster so that younger and stronger cannon fodder could be sent from the rear, they did not dare to easily let the clones be trapped... ...After all, even the most unafraid of death would lose the will to fight and stop resisting.

However, players do not have this problem.

In order to kill a few more monsters before dying, or to avoid friendly forces from getting in the way, they would even take the initiative to go deep into the hinterland and deliberately be surrounded by variants of the Torch Bacteria.

This deceptive tactic also caused a lot of suffering in the early days of the Torch War.

When they tried to annihilate the alliance's effective forces through cutting and enveloping tactics, they paid more casualties for it.

Beyond the alliance-controlled area and further east is the territory controlled by the Academy's Alpha Task Force and the Free State's Hound Special Forces.

Further away is the corporate control front.

In addition to the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division, which was the first to be sent to the front line, there were also three infantry divisions and twelve mercenary regiments that rushed to the front line through the Prancing Horse Province to fight in this area.

People from all walks of life showed their talents on the front line, but Torch was the only one who was tired of running and was beaten.

The broken ground was covered in bruises and bruises, resembling a beaten face with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Overlooking the shattered front line, standing in the void, the Emperor's eyes were wide-eyed and his teeth were grinding to pieces. He no longer had the calmness and ease he had at the beginning of the war.

There are too many enemies!

Soldiers carrying guns swarmed to the front like locusts. He had just completed the deployment on the east side, and tens of thousands of people appeared on the west side. He finally managed to take care of both sides, and the Alliance plane dropped a group of airborne troops on his face. .

Now the threat not only comes from the front, but there is also fire behind his butt.

No matter how good at calculating he was, he couldn't resist the countless fists that were thrown at him at once.

"Die... you all die!" the Human Emperor roared angrily, but no one could hear his roar.

He continued to project his consciousness onto the evolved body of the front line, and went to the front line to fight in person, trying to reverse the defeat. However, he lost contact with the mortal body in just a moment, and could only repeat the reincarnation of connection and disconnection.

As if he was moved by his efforts, and seemed to pity his futile struggle, a gentle voice came from above his head.

"That's enough. You've done your best."

Hearing the voice of the Holy Son, the madness on his face froze for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

"I can still fight..." He gasped, his face still showing the madness before the death of the last evolved body.

Looking at that crazy look, the Holy Son sighed softly.

"The fall of the Kingdom of Heaven is inevitable... Our time is up, everyone else is on their way, you should also——"

"Never!"

The human emperor, whose eyes were completely red with blood, roared angrily and interrupted his light words.

At this moment, he was like a cornered beast.

Staring at the burning battlefield at his feet, he spoke word by word.

"I will never retreat! My kingdom of heaven is right here...I won't go anywhere!"

In order for the kingdom of heaven to come to this land, and for mankind to evolve to a higher level of existence, at least one million people died in his hands and survived!

After making so many sacrifices, if his kingdom of heaven finally comes to the mortal world, all the sacrifices will finally pay off... No one can take away his kingdom of heaven!

He will fight till the end!

The blood was shed for this one!

Looking at the twisted face wordlessly, the Holy Son sighed softly.

"I respect your choice..."

As he spoke, his void eyes also held a hint of madness, like a black hole swallowing everything in the world and even space itself.

"...I will witness the last moments of this miracle with you."

…

Low black smoke billowed in the air, and broken clouds outlined bullet marks.

Standing in the bridge of the Heart of Steel, Chu Guang, like a certain "Human Emperor" floating somewhere unknown, was also overlooking the battlefield that had been plowed over and over again by artillery fire.

However, his demeanor and emotions were obviously much calmer than those of Torch's lunatic, and there were not even many emotional fluctuations visible in his stern look.

The outline of the coastline can already be vaguely seen outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge.

If it goes quickly, it will take a week, if it goes slowly, it will only take half a month at most. The landing force will be able to complete the rendezvous with the large forces on the northern front.

Then, they searched for the Torch Church's facilities and destroyed them.

The details of the local battle were nothing worth paying attention to. At this moment, Chu Guang was looking at the investigation report on Shelter 182 sent by Fang Chang through the holographic screen.

It was a shelter that had been abandoned for a century. The Torch reopened it and transformed it into a research facility, mainly engaged in research on projects related to Gestalt life forms.

Most of the research facilities and production facilities held by the Torch Church are in this situation.

According to the investigation report provided by Fang Chang, in addition to some improved production machines and three black boxes on the 4th underground floor of Vault 182, they also found 120 round machines for soaking experimental subjects on the 5th underground floor. A cylindrical culture tank and a giant glass tank covering an area of ​​100 square meters filled with genetically modified raw solution.

In addition, there is a large cold storage, which stores thousands of corpses that have not yet been processed or have research value.

Those corpses were hanging like meat in a cold storage. They either had three arms or two heads, and few of them still maintained their basic human shape.

According to the candid confessions of the staff in the facility, the apostles of the Torch selected from the captive survivors suitable candidates who had no obvious rejection reactions when injected with the genetically modified stock solution, and then threw them into a culture tank filled with the genetically modified stock solution. In 3 to 7 days, some of them can be transformed into mutants.

Of course, even if the unsuitable ones with rejection reactions are screened out, only some of them can be completely transformed in the end.

After all, "mutants" themselves are unstable technologies that have not been fully researched, and there are huge risks in terms of technical principles.

What's more, re-embryosing a fully developed human being and replacing the human genome with strong expression is no less difficult than putting the human being back into the mother's womb and giving birth again.

This is much more difficult than blood transfusion.

Even if the Torch Church has certain advantages in biological technology, it can only achieve a "good product rate" of 67%.

And even among these 67% of "good products", more than half of them completely lost their minds during the transformation process and became like animals because they could not bear the torture.

As for those who have not transformed into animals, their minds will be distorted to varying degrees. The most common one is schizophrenia, such as a group of people living in one body, or loss of memory or imagining oneself as a cook or other similar identities.

The relevant research contents are all recorded in the experimental log, and there is shocking blood everywhere in the words.

Torch Shimi also realized that it was not convenient for these things to be disclosed, so he planned to destroy the originals along with the backup data.

Fortunately, his little players arrived in time and intercepted the apostle who was about to evacuate.

After reading the entire report to the end, Chu Guang sighed softly and said.

"... Just looking at the contents of this investigation report, the crimes of these guys are already countless."

Standing behind him, Heya, who had been silent for a long time, showed shameful guilt on her face and lowered her head.

"Feel sorry……"

"You don't have to apologize for the mistakes you haven't made," Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and lightly swiped in the air, gathered the light blue light speed at his fingertips and dispersed it, then looked back at her and said, "Not to mention you The research results have made a huge contribution to our and even the cause of mankind. You should be proud and hold your head up. "

Heya raised her head, but her complicated eyes were still a little dodgey.

The people who committed these crimes were her former neighbors. They may have even sat at the same table in the same cafeteria... and there may even have been her teacher in there.

"But they are residents of Vault 117 after all..."

"It's just a part. Even if only one person makes a different choice, it's a different choice."

Chu Guang interrupted her, looked at those evasive eyes and continued.

"What's more, there are many residents of No. 117 in the Alliance's Biological Research Institute. They are all very good people. You should know this."

Those blue jackets were rescued by the Alliance from Vault 401.

Although their number is not large, their contribution to the advancement of the Alliance's biotechnology is not small, and they also share the credit for the Alliance's prosperity.

Heya's eyes turned slightly red and she whispered.

"Thank you……"

"No need to thank me, I should have said something similar," Chu Guang said with a smile, "I am not the only one who thinks so, including the crow who pulled you out of the dormant cabin, and others who helped you collect research. Residents of the material...we all think so."

The Alliance does not engage in identity governance. This has always been the case. Moreover, not every resident of Vault 117 has joined the Torch, and some have joined and then regretted it.

But then again, there was one thing he had always been curious about.

Various intelligence shows that there are only thirteen people in the Torch's Forerunner Headquarters, and among them is the holy son of Wang Yi.

However, according to the information collected during the investigation and interview by the Guards Corps, the number of residents who escaped from Vault 117 at that time was far more than that.

What about the rest?

Including Heya's master Kallen... where have all the blue jackets who once joined the Torch gone?

In fact, he was not the only one who was confused. Even Sun Yuechi, the former manager of Vault 70, had similar confusion.

Vault 70 and Vault 117 have been in regular contact for more than a century, including exchanging research on mutant slime molds, etc... After all, the former is next to a huge mother nest, and they are I'm not an expert in biology.

In Sun Yuechi's impression, the residents of Vault 117 did not look like lunatics who could do such crazy things, nor did they have the ability to do it.

Most of the blue jackets actually had a miserable life in the wasteland. The kinder wastelanders ignored them, while the more ruthless ones simply treated them as fat.

Of course, this did not excuse the mistakes of Vault 117, but he always felt that there was an invisible hand manipulating behind his back... It was as if the Alliance was indirectly manipulating the people of Borneo Province through the chess piece of the Overseas Company. The situation is the same.

Although Chu Guang didn't really like the metaphor of this guy's yin and yang, because the two were completely different, he had to admit that he did have similar feelings.

Ten years after the Torch Church left Jinchuan for Haiya, its development trajectory was somewhat outrageous.

The Iron Tower Organization can be regarded as a beggar's version of the alliance. Local survivors spontaneously organized and established a self-rescue alliance, which was not much more unbreakable than the Stone City.

However, what is incredible is that they, who could not even do anything to the Stone City, actually disintegrated the iron tower in a short period of time and enslaved the survivors of the entire province.

The black boxes they possess far exceed the theoretical reserves of Vault 117, and they have armed one after another with incredible equipment that is difficult for even the most elite soldiers of the Alliance.

Chu Guang was not only curious about where the other residents of Vault 117 outside the "Meeting of Thirteen" went, but also curious about what happened after the torch arrived on the land beneath his feet...

At this moment, Lu Bei from the Guards Corps entered the bridge through the trap door and gave a clean military salute.

"Dear Mr. Manager..., our investigators working on the front line received a signal from within the realm of heaven..."

Recently, this kid has finally corrected his title of "adult", and Chu Guang is quite satisfied with his progress.

The only thing I'm not satisfied with is that although this guy often repeats what he said, he rarely really listens to what he said.

Seeing that Lu Bei suddenly stopped talking, Heya wisely prepared to leave the bridge to escape, but was stopped by Chu Guang.

"Stay here and listen together."

With that said, Chu Guang looked at Lu Bei and continued.

"The Alliance has not yet reached the point where it is necessary to hide the condition from the 'doctor'. I remember that I should have said that all the information about the Torch Church collected by the Guards will be transparent to the Alliance Biological Research Institute, and there is no need to ask me in advance."

Lu Bei lowered his head.

"Yes, sir……"

Knowing that this young man also had good intentions, Chu Guang did not criticize him too much, but just used his eyes to signal him to continue.

Lu Bei paused and stated the information completely.

To put it simply, not only the coalition forces feel that the torch has come to an end, but the people inside the torch also feel that the torch is about to end.

Although the Torch Church is a church in name only, those teachings are actually just to deceive ordinary people. The senior leaders of the Torch don't actually talk about that stuff among themselves, but they talk more about science and methods.

Although there are some firm idealists among them, there are certainly also some opportunists and non-concerned people.

For example, Yule, who is currently working for the Alliance, is the most typical example of the latter. That guy himself doesn’t quite know what he wants to do. Before the war, he was a bastard in a pharmaceutical company. Suddenly, when the war started, he changed his place to engage in scientific research. I was confused and coaxed to take a nap by my colleagues. When I woke up, I was in the wasteland era. The torch waved and he followed without thinking.

There are also some researchers who are interested in the resources of the Torch and hope to use the resources of the Torch to continue their unfinished research before the war.

In short, there is such a researcher among the top management of Torch. Seeing that Torch, a big tree that is crazy about death, is about to fall, he hopes to surrender to the Allied Forces with intelligence and research data in exchange for leniency. opportunity.

What's interesting is that, according to the senior researcher's explanation, the top leaders of the Torch Church seem to be planning to escape through a secret device in his facility.

Obviously he was not on the "strategic transfer" list, so he took the opportunity to leak the news.

"What's that researcher's name?!" Heya asked anxiously before Lu Bei could finish his words.

Lu Bei glanced at Chu Guang hesitantly, but saw that the manager just looked at him indifferently, and finally gave up and sighed, no longer hiding anything.

"That person gave us the name Kallen for identification...I was also surprised at the time. I felt that that person did not look like the guy you have been looking for."

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(Thanks to the leader of “The Wrestling Panda” for the reward!!!)