This Game Is Too Realistic

With the support of the Burning Corps arriving in time, Junk Lord waving his sharp claws rushed into the battlefield, and the whole battle instantly turned into a one-sided massacre.

And everyone has fully seen the strength of the garbage man in the downwind situation.

There is a risk of being beaten into briquettes if you face it head-on.

However, he was not very good at sneak attacks and pursuits. With a light swipe of his sharp claws, the believers standing in front of him were torn in two.

Bathed in blood, the garbage king whose killing instinct was ignited, his amber pupils shone with a bloodthirsty light.

Hahaha! Cool!

Still not satisfied, he raised his head and howled excitedly, the deafening roar rippled in circles in the smoke.

Aww!!!

Painful expressions appeared on the faces of the nearby believers, and they subconsciously covered their ears.

Perhaps the effect of the medicine was passing, and the pain and fear finally came to them.

Staring at the monster bathed in blood, the pair of fearless pupils finally gradually became tinged with panic.

Strange, monster!

Ah!

Don't come here! No—

Under the cover of bullets raining down from the sky, the garbage king waving his sharp claws rushed into the crowd again.

In just a few breaths, the stumped limbs and arms fell to the ground, and thirty or forty corpses lay in disorder outside the fence gate.

Seeing the heavy casualties of the enemy, the morale of the villagers behind the low wall was boosted.

I, who was squatting behind the bunker with the villagers, wanted to be quiet, and shouted excitedly behind Mr. Garbage.

Nice job! Brother!

After all, he looked at the surrounding villagers, and said with a solemn and solemn expression.

The Great Horned Deer God has sent divine punishment on those arrogant guys! It's time to offer our loyalty and bravery to the gods who protect us!

Hit me hard!

Infected by that indomitable momentum, the last bit of timidity and cowardice was swept away from the eyes of the villagers.

Everyone let out a mighty cry, picked up the guys and climbed over the low wall, and chased after the fleeing believers.

Oh oh oh!

Although until now they don't know what the name of their religion is and what the teachings are...

Seeing the helicopter pouring firepower above his head and the believers suffering heavy casualties in front of him, the face of the missionary in gray robes was full of horror.

Quickly spread out and hide!

Don't put your ass on that lizard—

Everyone is not allowed to retreat! Support me!

While shouting hysterically, he fled to the side of the jungle as if desperately.

The information is wrong!

It's not like what the locals said, it's just a small village of two or three hundred people, and the water behind it is probably deeper than he imagined!

Among other things, just the death claw wearing an exoskeleton is enough to be scary!

The news must be reported to the Bishop immediately!

The task of preaching has been completely forgotten by him, and he just wants to stay away from this hellish battlefield at the moment...

Running in the woods in embarrassment, he didn't care about his face being cut by vines and branches. After running for an unknown amount of time, he stretched out his hands to support the tree trunk, breathing in the fresh air.

Oh shit……

It can be regarded as running away!

The gunshots behind him were so far away that they could hardly be heard. He gradually breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up and prepared to continue on the road.

However, the moment he raised his head, his entire face lost its color, and his heart, which had just relaxed, pulled to his throat in an instant.

I saw a power armor standing in front of him, with a long sniper rifle on its shoulders, as if it had been waiting for him here for a long time.

Although he couldn't see the expression on the man's face through the helmet and the eyepiece, he could feel that the man was looking at him with a half-smile.

If I were you, I'd run in a different direction.

...

The battle was quickly over.

The resistance of those believers was indeed tenacious.

If it were an ordinary predator, the battle damage would be so high that they would have scattered and fled for their lives, but these cultists had fought until there were only twenty or so left.

Half of them are the ones with missing arms and legs.

Shaking off the meat residue and blood hanging from his paws, Mr. Garbage couldn't help asking as he looked at the strong man who came out of nowhere.

What did you do just now?

After being disconnected for so long, I feel a little embarrassed about being difficult, and said with a dry cough.

Cough... I took my little brothers to dig a tunnel, and I'm going to plant explosives under their feet... But it seems that it won't be needed.

At first he planned to go to the front line and face the guns, but the one-meter-high low wall blocked him completely.

Now it seems that digging a tunnel is not a very good idea, as long as the opponent doesn't have a fixed front line, when he finally digs halfway, the friendly forces will start to clean up the battlefield.

Picking up trash at level 99: Fuck, you old six!

The strong man gave him a sideways glance: Cut, you have the nerve to say that my sixth son, your tank doesn't start a regiment, and you run to the back row to hide, are you embarrassed?

Garbage Jun just wanted to refute a few words, at this time, he quietly walked over here with a rifle in his hand, and glanced left and right.

Where's the guy in the gray robe? Did any of you see it?

Mr. Trash froze for a moment, slapped the back of the head and said.

Damn! Let that BOSS run away!

As soon as his words fell, a loud voice came from not far away.

He can't run.

Garbage Lord quickly turned his head, and saw Lao Bai in power armor walking out of the nearby woods with a group of nine people.

The missionary in the gray robe was being held by Ye Shi.

After kicking the former's ass, Ye Shi said with a playful smile as he watched the missionary staggering forward.

This thing is also called BOSS? It's an elite monster at best.

The missionary who got kicked on the buttocks couldn't understand what the soldiers behind him said, let alone resist, and climbed up from the ground tremblingly.

Ye Shi! Lao Bai!! Looking at those familiar faces, Trash Jun showed an excited expression on his face.

Not only Laobai and Yeshi, but also Kuangfeng, Fangchang, and Quitting Smoking are all here!

Haha, long time no see!

Patting Brother Garbage on the shoulder, Lao Bai smiled and continued.

It seems that we came in time.

Passing through the collapsed fence gate and walking to the side where I wanted to be quiet, Qin Baitian, the mayor of Dust Town, looked at the group of heavily armed soldiers in front of him and said nervously.

May I ask who these people are...

I want to cough quietly and pull him aside.

Those bigwigs are the Primarch.

Qin Baitian stared at him blankly.

Ki, what is it?

You can understand it as the emperor's own son. I wanted to talk nonsense quietly, Whether it's the horned deer god or the horned rat... Strictly speaking, they are all servants of the emperor.

Qin Baitian was shocked and nodded.

I see……

It seems that there are a few more statues in the ancestral hall...

...

Under I Xiangjing's command, the villagers of Dust Town began to clean up the battlefield, and a group of mouse boys who were in a difficult situation also rushed up to help.

After exchanging a few words with Mr. Trash, Lao Bai looked at the terrified missionary.

This guy gave him a completely different feeling from the apostle they had captured from the Bonechewer tribe before.

At that time, the old man's mouth was harder than a rock, and they didn't find any useful information from torture, so they let him commit suicide in prison.

As for this guy, he seems to be a monk who became a monk halfway through, and he may not even believe in the Torch Church.

To put it bluntly, they are speculators in the team.

Obviously expanding too fast is not a good thing.

Opening the visor of the helmet, Lao Bai stared into the missionary's eyes and said.

From now on, I'll ask you to answer, don't waste my time, understand?

The missionary swallowed, nodded with a pale face, and said tremblingly.

Yes, I understand.

Very good. If you think for more than two seconds, I'll take you as a liar, Lao Bai nodded, and continued neatly, Your name?

Zhang Zhengyang.

age?

31...

gender?

……male.

Position?

apostle.

Who sent you here?

Ro—

Blunting a syllable out of habit, he just wanted to stop, but it was too late.

Lao Bai stared at him sharply, and asked.

Ro what?

Zhang Zhengyang swallowed and said.

Luo Gan...he is the pioneer of Jinhe City.

The forerunner is equivalent to the bishop of the Torch Church, usually ruling a diocese, while the apostle is similar to the priest or priest, equivalent to the grassroots personnel, and the power can be large or small.

These are public settings on the official website.

Unexpectedly, a big fish was brought out, Lao Bai stared at him and continued to ask.

Where is he?

In the sanctuary.

What is that place?

I……

Without waiting for this guy to hesitate, Lao Bai directly took out a map and threw it in front of him.

Mark the location and I'll send someone to look for it. If there's nothing there, you'll know the consequences.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and Zhang Zhengyang raised his head sadly, looking at the power armor in front of him.

My lord... I, I really don't know the exact location of the sanctuary.

Lao Bai put the muzzle of the gun on his head.

You'd better tell the truth, I don't have time to listen to your lies.

The missionary turned pale with fright, and knelt on the ground on the spot.

My lord, I swear that everything I said is true! The sanctuary is the hiding place of the forerunner, and no one knows his location except him and his confidantes! I'm not even sure, is he here in Jinhe City? area.

Lao Bai frowned.

So he usually hides in that sanctuary and gives orders to you?

Yes……

Having confessed to this point, Zhang Zhengyang no longer hesitated, and continued, He said that the time is ripe, and the grace of Naguo has covered this land, and ordered us to include the survivor settlements in Jinhe City into the church. The territory of the city... Now there is only one settlement, Dust Town, that has not followed Lord Shengzi.

Ye Shi couldn't help but said.

So you plan to physically destroy the people here?

Zhang Zhengyang faltered and couldn't speak, but he didn't dare to say a word, so he could only speak in a low voice.

I, I intend to persuade...

Ignoring his excuses to excuse himself, Lao Bai stared at him and continued.

Let me ask you another question, what's going on with these people?

While talking, Lao Bai glanced at the believer who was lying on the ground writhing like an earthworm with an arm broken not far away.

That sick expression didn't look like pain at all.

Even, the man was still rubbing the dirt with the remaining half of his arm, trying to stop the bleeding in this way, without any regard for the possibility of wound inflammation.

They ate Naguo... Zhang Zhengyang swallowed and said.

Averting his eyes from the believer, Lao Bai looked at the missionary and asked.

Just taking Naguo will become like this?

Zhang Zhengyang quickly shook his head.

Okay, of course not. If you only eat nago at most, you will enter the state of 'fugue'. Although there will be no pain, there will be no consciousness. We will inject 'holy water' into them, so that they can live in the kingdom of heaven in a half-dream and half-awake state , and obey our orders completely, without pain and fatigue...whether it is fighting or working.

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment.

Honey, here's the holy water for mosquitoes.

The wind coughed lightly.

...It's obviously two different things.

Where's the stuff? Fang Chang stared at the missionary and continued, Is that 'holy water' still there?

Yes, yes!

Stared at by that penetrating gaze, Zhang Zhengyang hastily stretched out his trembling hand, took out a metal box from his pocket, and handed it to Fang Chang.

Fang Chang reached out to take it, opened it and took a look, there was a syringe and six thumb-sized ampoules inside.

that's it?

I just brought these... I don't use them often. Zhang Zhengyang said nervously.

Of course he also ate Naguo.

Otherwise, let alone preaching, he would not be able to survive among a group of infected sources at all.

However, he will control the amount he takes, eat in moderation, control the fugue state within three to four times a month, and regularly inject antibiotics to eliminate the bacteria in his body.

In this way, the negative impact of Naguo can be minimized, and even a human body can withstand it.

So these lunatics have to rely on injections to maintain their combat effectiveness? Ye Shi rubbed his chin and frowned, Good guy, this cost is not small.

Mass-produced medicines are not as expensive as you think, and... Fang Chang looked at the missionary, That 'odd' is with you.

Zhang Zhengyang bit his head and nodded, and said cautiously.

That mutant tribe... was the first to join us in the entire Jinhe diocese.

Fang Chang laughed.

And the Naguo that cures all diseases is also promoted by them for you, right?

Zhang Zhengyang nodded silently.

yes……

Without looking at this guy again, Fang Chang closed the box containing the syringe, looked at Lao Bai, and said in Mandarin.

Now my thinking is clear. There are two clues. One is the forerunner hiding in that 'sanctuary', and the other is the tribe of mutants with a scale of more than 10,000 people... But I'm afraid it's very difficult for us alone. If it’s difficult to do something, I’m afraid I’ll call more brothers to come over.”

Considering that the Church of the Torch's influence in Jinchuan Province may not be limited to Jinhe City, the Burning Corps alone may not be enough.

Not to mention they sent a centurion over.

Lao Bai nodded, frowned and said.

The problem lies in the wave... I'm afraid we don't have many people to spare.

According to the forecast on the official website, the scale of this year's wave may exceed that of previous years. Especially now that Boulder City is also part of the alliance, the pressure on the defense line can be imagined.

The large-scale deployment of troops to Jinchuan Province may have to wait until after the wave.

While the group was talking, new changes appeared in the believers lying on the ground. Beads of sweat began to ooze from some of their foreheads, and their expressions of joy gradually turned into pain.

There were also some seriously injured, who simply went into shock.

Seeing the man in power armor cast him a questioning look, Zhang Zhengyang said nervously.

The effect of Naguo's medicine is about to pass...

Nago does not heal any wounds, but only allows the organism to reach a reconciliation with the germs attached to itself, and coexist under the bridging of mycelium.

Once the effect of the medicine wears off, those originally docile germs will reveal their ferocious fangs.

And what awaits them is the final death.

We have to keep a few alive.

Lao Bai glanced at Fang Chang and Guafeng.

Look on them to see if there is any Naguo they are carrying, and stuff them in their mouths.

Fang Chang nodded seriously.

Um.

Several players scattered on the battlefield, and soon found some nagos on the believers.

Then they found those believers who were still alive, regardless of whether their intestines were leaking out, and stuffed Nago into their mouths.

It really works.

The guys whose whole faces were twisted into a ball in pain suddenly calmed down after chewing twice. Others were so badly injured that it was useless to stuff Nago into their mouths, and they had to be left to fend for themselves.

After confirming the safety of the ground, a Viper transport plane landed on the farmland east of Dust Town.

Chen Yutong quickly jumped off the plane, carrying a toolbox and walked to a believer who was paralyzed on the ground.

The man was seriously injured, half of his stomach was cut open, and all his intestines fell out.

Even though he had seen many wastelanders who died miserable, Chen Yutong couldn't help feeling a bit of scalp numbness, but he still held his breath and gave him a tranquilizer, then stuffed his intestines back, sprayed blood coagulation spray on him Simple wound treatment.

This guy is hopeless, let him have a good time. Walking to her side, Lao Bai glanced at the guy lying on the ground.

Being scratched by Junk Jun is not a joke.

I'm not a professional doctor, and I don't expect to be able to save him... These are just some emergency measures, she said after a pause, I need research materials.

Lao Bai nodded.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Chen Yutong glanced at the small town not far away.

If only I could have a quiet room, I need to do some minor surgery on him.

Well, leave it to me.

Lao Bai nodded, tapped the helmet twice with his index finger, and briefly told Junk Jun about the researcher's needs.

Soon, the big lizard came over here wagging its tail, pinching its two paws and making an OK gesture.

It's been arranged.

Lao Bai said with a smile.

Thanks.

Hey, why are you being polite to my brothers, I haven't thanked you yet. The garbage gentleman grinned, and noticed the female researcher next to him, Who is this?

Chen Yutong. Lao Bai introduced both in human language and Mandarin, then looked at Chen Yutong and said in human language, This is my friend... His name is a bit strange, you can just call him Garbage Jun.

Chen Yutong stared blankly at Garbage Jun and nodded.

Hello……

than the name.

She felt that this guy's shape was even weirder.

Hello, dear lady, Jun Jun grinned, looked at the half-dead prisoner on the ground, and said politely, Do you need me to help you move this guy to the operating table?

Old Bai coughed lightly.

Don't make trouble. When you pinch your paw, you will lose all your breath.

cut!

Mr. Garbage rolled his eyes, but couldn't help being envious in his heart.

MMP!

This group of stupid human players, one or two have a partner, and he is a bachelor until now, even Nicole doesn't even look down on him.

Oh, wait!

When he develops into the exaggerated physique of Yongshi—or even Mother of Deathclaw, he will make the deathclaws all over the world kneel and sing conquest to him.

That...he can talk?

Watching that garbage man go away, Chen Yutong finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked Lao Bai who was standing beside him.

She did hear some rumors that there are some alien species tamed by the managers in the alliance who can speak human words.

At first, she only regarded those rumors as ordinary people's worship of charismatic leaders, but she didn't expect that there really was a talking deathclaw!

This is the first time she has seen it in real life!

Not only can he talk, but he's also a resident of the shelter, Lao Bai said with a smile, There are no strange things in the wasteland, just get used to it.

Chen Yutong nodded blankly.

She had heard a long time ago that a shelter in the south was conducting research on transplanting consciousness from the human body to other organisms.

Didn't expect it to be successful?

Based on a rational analysis, rather than letting the lizard learn to speak, she was more inclined to think that it was a person in lizard skin.

Chen Yutong's eyes gradually flickered with interest.

Things are getting more and more interesting...

...

Boulder Town Hall.

Sitting in the office, Chu Guang received a battle report from the south from Xiaoqi.

The advance troops of the Burning Corps, which arrived in Dust Town at 2 o'clock this afternoon, had a fierce exchange of fire with members of the Church of the Torch.

During the operation, the player killed a total of 92 believers and captured 11 people. Our own casualties were nine villagers, six of whom were out of danger, and none of the players were injured or injured.

Among the eleven captives, one was an apostle of the Church of the Torch.

According to the information obtained from the interrogation of the apostle, the Church of the Torch is expanding its influence in Jinchuan Province.

The specific reason is unknown.

At the same time, according to the confession of the apostle, the Torch Church and the local mutant forces have reached some kind of cooperative relationship.

Now, apart from Dust Town, a small settlement of two or three hundred households, the entire Jinhe City has been included in the territory of the Torch Church.

The preaching failed this time, and the next time they come, it might be the mutant army.

In order to prevent the Church of the Torch from retaliating, the Burning Legion has mobilized the local residents to deploy more fortifications and traps on the outskirts of the town.

At the same time, the regiment leader Lao Bai expressed his request for reinforcements in the battle report.

Jinhe City has become the forefront of the conflict between the Alliance and the Church of the Torch.

At present, the Church of the Torch's foundation in the local area is still unstable, and it has only maintained its rule through the exchange of drugs and benefits. Now is undoubtedly the best time to eliminate the influence of the Church of the Torch in the local area.

If we can find a medical way to relieve the influence of Nago, eliminate the local mutant tribes, and use the correct method to guide the local people to live a normal life again and grow those safe crops, the survivors in Jinhe City will still be rescued. hope.

The soil polluted by Nago is not without a way to save it. According to Heya's research conclusion, burning it with fire is enough.

After reading the report in his hand from beginning to end, Chu Guang frowned and fell into deep thought.

There is nothing wrong with the things mentioned in the report, and he also agrees that now is the best time, but the problem is the wave after two months.

If things go on like this, we might end up fighting on two fronts...

The timing is too coincidental.