This Game Is Too Realistic

The dazzling light obscured the afterglow of the setting sun, and two suns seemed to appear in the fiery red sunset.

One is hanging in the sky, and the other is hanging overhead.

Especially the one hanging above the head is as dazzling as the high beam in the tunnel.

Everyone on the Enlightenment meeting couldn't help but raise their heads and look towards the dazzling light.

And even for a moment, blood oozed out of the pupils involuntarily, and all vision was lost.

"Don't look up! Don't look up!"

The commander's intermittent roar came from the communication channel, and the combatants on the position hurriedly looked away.

However--

It's too late.

That blazing light will not only take away their sight, but also everything they have.

That is dozens, even hundreds, or thousands of times the neutron rays of solar flares!

The high-energy particles released at high speed formed a waterfall-like plume beam in the air!

That fatal beam broke through the protection of the geomagnetic field and the atmosphere, descended on the surface indiscriminately, and spread an unprecedented aurora in the equatorial sky!

The Enlightenment soldiers squatting in open bunkers were the first to suffer.

Exposed to the high-energy neutron plume, they only felt their bodies warm up, and then all the cells in their bodies seemed to be boiled instantly. Their pupils were dimmed, and blood couldn't stop pouring out of their nostrils and mouths. They hugged each other in an instant. eternal death.

Soldiers wearing exoskeletons died in large swaths on hundreds of kilometers of positions. Mutants carrying large-caliber rifles lay twisted on the ground, wailing uncontrollably in the face of the invisible opponent.

Even the genetic reformer wearing power armor couldn't help but kneel down on one knee in pain, and eventually fell to the ground vomiting blood.

The continuously irradiating neutron plume is not a nuclear explosion in an instant, but a true obliteration, just like the continuous bombardment of hundreds or even thousands of neutron torpedoes!

The strengthening of the body did not help them avoid the fatal injury. At most, it only delayed their death.

Including those prosthetic soldiers who have undergone transformation surgery.

The peeling off of part of their flesh and blood does not really turn them into another creature outside of the organism.

Like cyborgs and mutants, those machine parts only prolong the pain of their death.

"That light...what is it?!"

"It's itchy... something... is going to grow out of me..."

"Ahhh!"

In the communication channel filled with noise, screams and wailings occurred one after another, just like purgatory on earth.

And not long after, the screams and wailings disappeared one after another.

The continuous irradiation of neutron plumes gradually destroyed communication facilities deployed on the surface.

At the same time, tens of thousands of Enlightenment soldiers and mutant cannon fodder dissipated like dust under the dazzling light, leaving only those pure war machines.

In addition to the soldiers standing on the surface, the officers hiding in the concrete walls also suffered from the high-energy particle rays.

The concrete base of more than ten meters thick was not the giant alloy door of the shelter. Facing the all-pervasive neutron rays, it was quickly riddled with holes, as if it didn't exist.

Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, and Munger, who was wearing an exoskeleton, fell to the ground weakly, unable to even move a finger.

The care facilities were completely paralyzed.

Including the communication system and even the exoskeleton on his body, everything was broken down.

He could only watch the blood dripping all over the ground, drowned in a pool of blood with reluctance and regret, and finally passed away quietly in a dark underground facility.

It's all over...

The light that fell from the sky directly wiped the Enlightenment Society's lifelong efforts and decades of accumulation from the surface of the earth, leaving only some data backed up on scrap metal.

Looking at the several officers who suddenly died and fell to the ground, a hint of astonishment appeared on Tianhong's face, and then he looked up at the ceiling above his head.

"That is……"

Thunder?

He had heard about that weapon, but he didn't expect that the Alliance would bring it here, and he didn't expect that the Lagrange Point space station would show no response at all.

unless--

Just as the Alliance's ground forces launched an attack on the Enlightenment's stronghold, the space station at Lagrange Point was also attacked!

But how is this possible? !

The Orion guided missile cruiser is still parked on the orbit, and the crew members are even on the surface for sightseeing——

Thinking about this for a moment, Tianhong suddenly reacted, and the red light in his electronic eyes shrank slightly.

so it is.

That's the alliance's cover-up!

Just when their attention was completely focused on the Orion guided missile cruiser, the alliance's armed forces had quietly moved towards the space station at Lagrange Point!

Angry current surged through the intellectual plug-in, and he clenched his fists to suppress the raging anger.

Yangsheng, who was burned by neutron radiation, finally let out a low curse.

"...It was set up."

…

The dazzling aurora filled the sky for hundreds of kilometers, and the bright light even stole the spotlight from the setting sun.

Rivers of blood flowed on the deserted position, and dead bodies were everywhere.

They won't rot.

At least not for a while.

The fiery neutron plume not only took away their lives, but also inactivated the bacteria on their bodies, and went several kilometers deep into the soil!

No one except the residents of the shelter survived!

While the "thunder" of punishment continued to shine on this sinful land, the ruins in the northern part of Ravenka Industrial Zone were crowded with people.

A pair of doubtful eyes cast towards the distant horizon, watching the first sun rising from the aurora at an unknown time.

They are all wastelanders living in this area, scavengers who migrate with the sandstorm.

Facing the vision they had never seen before, their reaction was no more far-sighted than the natives of Gaia.

Some people stood at a loss, while others hid under the eaves in panic, or crawled on the ground and prayed devoutly to unknown beings.

An unkempt child raised his dirty face, looking at the aurora that he had never seen before, and tugged at his father's sleeve curiously.

"Dad...what is that?"

The scavenger with a ravaged face raised his head, his eyes under the cloak stared at the increasingly bright light, and there was a hint of surprise in his cloudy pupils.

There——

Is it the center of the great desert?

He didn't know what the shining light meant. He just felt that the sky exuded an indescribable holiness and majesty.

For a long time, it has been regarded by countless wastelanders as the center of chaos and a forbidden area of ​​life.

There are grotesque alien species, mutants who hurt people without blinking an eye, mysterious armed forces that capture survivors, and machines that attack living creatures indiscriminately.

Even though it was once the center of a prosperous world in the old days, few scavengers dared to approach it.

I never thought that in the deepest part of hell, there would be a day waiting for the sun to rise.

Perhaps as the wastelanders in this area spread word of mouth, the wasteland era is coming to an end...

…

At the sentry post in the western part of the desert, the Eastern Empire soldiers on duty held rifles in their hands and stared straight at the direction of the rising sun, their eyes enchanted.

And on the sand dunes not far from the checkpoint, two captains of ten thousand men with high military ranks were standing side by side.

In order to see more clearly, Symes reached out and moved the brim of his officer's hat, then simply took it off.

Staring at the boiling sky, he murmured to himself after a while.

"Is that the power of the 'SOG' system..."

General McClung, who was standing aside, nodded and said with a complicated expression.

"Yes."

The weapon was originally in the hands of Boulder City, and it almost fell into his hands at one time.

The emperor of the Eastern Empire has always had trouble sleeping and eating because of the weapon hanging high above his head.

But now, the alliance has finally taken out this big sword, but His Majesty and the ministers are even more troubled...

Symes wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a hint of joy.

"As expected of a warrior from the Prosperous Era, even the aftermath of the attack was so shocking... It's still a one-time thing, and the Alliance only has one in its hands."

General McClung glanced at the staff beside him, thought for a moment and then suddenly spoke.

"General Symes, if you were the commander of the Alliance, how would you use this weapon?"

Samus said without thinking.

"It? I don't know how to handle it at all. Letting it stay on the launch pad is the best way."

"I think the same thing as you."

Holding up the officer's hat on his head, General McClung squinted his eyes and looked at the aurora in the distance, which was like morning glow.

"The deterrent effect of a strategic weapon will return to zero the moment it is used...especially a weapon with only one bullet."

I always feel that what this guy said is somewhat meaningful.

General Symes frowned, suddenly thinking about something, and his pupils shrank a bit for a moment.

"You mean...the Alliance has mastered your means of deterrence?"

McClun did not answer the question, but squinted at the burning sky and gave an ambiguous answer.

"It's probably more than that."

At least in his opinion, what's really fatal is probably not what deterrent means the alliance has mastered, but that they no longer need to rely on strategic deterrence to maintain their influence.

Unlike the survivors who still cling to their old glory, they have emerged from the shadow of the Age of Prosperity.

And he still brought others with him...

…

The dazzling light only stayed in the sky for a quarter of an hour.

However, for the enlightenment members who were burned by that light, that short quarter of an hour seemed as long as a century.

Without a target to follow, the tactical drones lay on the ground helplessly like headless flies.

The three-meter-tall humanoid combat armor restarted the system and tried to take over the trench where only the corpses remained.

However, the heavy metal shell was standing in the infantry trench with either its left leg pinned or its waist stuck, which looked awkward.

not only that.

Without the flexible infantry to fill the front line, the originally solid defense line suddenly became riddled with holes.

Although those combat armors have more firepower and mobility that infantry cannot achieve, firepower and mobility are not everything in war.

No matter how powerful those big guys are, there is always something they can't take care of.

In the final analysis, war is never just a simple numerical calculation of combat effectiveness, but a collision between bodies.

The neutron plume falling from the sky not only eliminated tens of thousands of soldiers and cannon fodder, but also directly eliminated the ecological niche originally occupied by infantry.

These vacant positions cannot be immediately replaced by smart weapons.

Although the strategic idea of ​​completely replacing infantry with intelligent soldiers is not impossible, it must have matching tactics.

Otherwise, no matter how many intelligent machines are added to the system, they will only serve as harder cannon fodder.

With the end of the strategic strike, the aurora in the sky disappeared with the setting sun in the distance, and the entire land gradually closed in the curtain of night.

And just for a moment, incendiary bombs rose into the sky, replacing the bloody sunset and lighting up the position littered with corpses.

Hot dust boiled at the edges of the earth, kicked up by tank tracks and armored wheels like a sandstorm that swallowed up the sun and moon.

Discovering the strange phenomenon in the distance, the humanoid combat armor deployed on the first line of defense immediately raised the 20mm heavy machine cannons mounted on both sides of the body, spitting tongues of fire toward the front.

Thick and long tracers created dazzling sparks on the front armor and turret of the Alliance's newest Panzer IV tank, but did not leave even a dent the size of a fingernail.

The only thing that can pose a danger to these armored forces are missiles with tracking capabilities.

However, the alliance had already been prepared for this. The Yun Ting ornithopters covering both wings of the armored forces carried two interference sources of guidance weapons, namely infrared radiation and radio.

not only that!

The "Thunder" fighter jet roaring through the sky dropped two EMP missiles, sending a direct electromagnetic pulse to the entire area.

The missiles that burst out of the barrel were like headless flies. They either shot up into the sky or plunged into the sand. They were not as threatening as those unguided recoilless cannons!

In just a few breaths, the alliance's steel torrent had already advanced to the border of the war zone.

Looking at the rows of iron lumps stuck in the "carrot pit" in the distance like living targets, Brother Mole, who was sitting in the Chimera armored vehicle, grabbed the communication lens and shouted excitedly.

"Fire--!"

A formation of Chimera armored vehicles took the lead in launching the attack!

The 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs were like rows of burning fire plumes in the night, instantly blasting the humanoid combat armor trying to seize the trench into rubble!

At this moment, the Yun Ting ornithopters flying on both sides also jumped up with a "Woo!", raised their flying height, and instantly headed towards the defense line that Tianren reluctantly took over from the Enlightenment Society. Tons of rockets rained down!

As for the steel spearhead made of tanks, it still stabbed towards Tianren's defense line with unabated momentum!

The flames of the explosion connected together on the Tianren's position, and the symphony of metal and gunpowder clashing lasted for less than ten minutes. Looking around, the rolling yellow sand was filled with burning steel!

But——

These iron knots did not sit still and wait for death.

They have no concept of morale, let alone what death and destruction are.

Seeing that it was only a matter of time before the first line of defense collapsed, Tianhong immediately suspended reinforcements to the first line of defense and shrank the remaining humanoid combat armor and ground firepower vehicles towards the second line of defense, leaving only large drone hives and Anti-aircraft firepower points are scattered and hidden in the depth between the two lines of defense.

It was a mass of reinforced concrete debris, ranging from pre-war houses to space stations.

Normally, the Enlightenment Society instigates mutants to collect alloy materials from these ruins to build their fighter jets, but now these ruins, which can never be demolished, have become their natural bunkers!

Once the alliance's armored forces and flying aircraft enter this area, they will be attacked by self-destructing drones from all directions!

However, Tianren still underestimated the mental pressure he brought to the survivors in the wasteland, as well as the Alliance's determination to completely eliminate them from this land.

Just when the alliance's armored forces were about to break through the first line of defense, two dazzling flames flashed across the dark night sky, and then exploded into a ball of hot plasma in the air!

That was a cruise missile launched from a South China Sea Alliance guided missile cruiser deployed in the western sea!

An electromagnetic pulse several times larger than before enveloped the entire area in an instant, and tens of thousands of self-destructing drones hit the ground like falling raindrops as soon as they took off.

It was not just the small drones that were hit hard. The humanoid combat armors that were being evacuated from the battlefield were also affected to a certain extent. The originally orderly evacuation gradually became chaotic.

At this time, the alliance's armored spearheads had penetrated Tianren's first line of defense. The No. 4 tanks parked on the high slopes raised the barrels of their onboard electromagnetic guns and began to attack those who retreated. Humanoid combat armor and self-propelled artillery for targeted elimination!

In the face of that naval gun-level kinetic energy, even the ceramic steel removed from the space station was as brittle as paper.

Looking at the completely defeated battle line, Tianhong stood in the command room with an expression of astonishment on his face.

These guys...

Are they really just wastelanders? !

Even with the help of the residents of the shelter, the combat qualities they displayed were too incredible.

Apocalypse was a member of the Torch Church before. He may not be good at commanding operations, but he is at least a quasi-active officer in the regular army of the People's Alliance!

These beggars picking up rubbish—

The robber who is fooling around with the inheritance of the prosperous era——

How could he be on a par with him who had participated in the three-year war?

Angry emotions surged on the intellectual plug-in. Tianhong, who was originally expressionless, could no longer control the anger in her heart, and the flexible parts of her face twisted together with the twisted intelligent program.

And just when he was furious, a group of cavalry riding Death Claws had already broken through his first line of defense.

"Get ready to fight!!!"

He rowed through the water and roared loudly, led the pet on his crotch and rushed forward, and fired a portable rocket at the nearest humanoid armor!

In front of the high-tech humanoid mecha, these players carrying rocket launchers and riding on the backs of lizards looked like a joke no matter how they looked at it.

And in the entire desert, I am afraid that only the Weirant people who have experienced their true nature can't laugh.

The 20mm cannon is difficult to adapt to close range strafing.

Coupled with the obstruction of obstacles, even if those humanoid mechas use all their computing power, it is difficult to keep up with the death claws' tails that are scurrying like ghosts.

Pity.

In this chaotic battlefield, there is no central processing unit that can summarize the overall information to provide computing power support for these equipment, and the only combatants who can replace the central processing unit to guide them have been exhausted in previous strategic strikes.

On the other hand, looking at their opponents, the death claws with exoskeletons were all as fast as lightning.

Driven by life instincts and the desire to kill, these animals born for fighting have all exploded with extremely strong combat effectiveness and battlefield adaptability, almost becoming one with the humans on their backs, harvesting wildly. Taiwan is another war machine that cannot look at each other from head to tail!

Soon, the third line of defense deployed by Celestial Being at the door of Vault 13 also became shaky, and the closed giant alloy door seemed to be dead and did not open for a long time.

That door may not open.

Or perhaps, the fortress has fallen from within, and there is no need to continue to defend it.

Tianhong, who took over the command from Moulton, was completely crazy.

Faced with an irreversible defeat, he issued the order to "fight until the last moment", and then led Moulton's personal guards to the battlefield, placing the final bargaining chip on this already decided bet!

In fact, even if you don't bet on the 噙, there is actually no difference.

The alliance has no reason and no chance of showing mercy to them.

After all, those guys took the first step and cleared out all the living people on the entire battlefield.

And the rest of them can't even be considered human beings in the eyes of the wastelanders.

He just looks like a human being.

"You are seeking your own death! We will not let you go! When we come, we will slaughter all of you! Including you blue gophers!"

Tianhong, who was personally involved in the frontline battle, opened fire on the attacking Death Corps, while the few remaining radios roared at the incoming troops.

Perhaps because his intellectual plug-in was burned out, he even took on the nickname given to the residents of the shelter by the Valantians.

However, he did not expect that his roar not only did not dampen the morale of this group of organisms, but actually made the players charging forward even more excited.

"Brothers! Work harder!!!"

"Brush the BOSS!!!"

"Ouch!!!!"

"Mine!! It's all mine!!!"

The players who were all tired at first seemed to have been given a boost of energy at this moment.

Feeling the increasingly fierce offensive, Tianhong had a look of astonishment on her face, completely helpless.

But the feeling of astonishment did not last long.

Soon an armor-piercing incendiary bomb penetrated his shoulder and tore his right arm directly from his body.

Electric sparks flew wildly, and with a roar, he was about to reach out his left hand to pick up the gun that fell on the ground, but another ax flew and removed his other arm.

Looking at the man in front of him, he stopped struggling and only sneered and said a few words.

"...Haha, don't be too happy, the Enlightenment Meeting... is just a chess piece."

"We...will come again."

Hearing these last words, Taran's eyes suddenly lit up as he was originally uninterested. He immediately grabbed the ax on the ground and chopped off the android's head with a bang, fearing that someone would beat him to it!

Good guy!

I thought it was just an ordinary elite monster, but I didn't expect that he actually had two lines!

I'm afraid it's a big fish!

Holding the lump of iron in his hand, Taran immediately opened the communication channel and couldn't wait to share the joy of this moment with the good brothers of the Desert Corps.

"BOSS!!! I got it!"

No surprises——

The communication channel was filled with friendly blessings from brothers.

Desert Eagle: "Gan! My BOSS!!!"

Junichiro Xiaokawa: "Mmp! Why did you rob me, you piece of shit!"

Taran: "????"