This Game Is Too Realistic

A tide of mutant soldiers rushed towards the jungle regiment, the roar of beasts and the collision of metal clanging shook the entire forest.

Rush up!! Smash them into a pulp with your sticks and hammers!!

Ogg!!!

Shouting loudly, Ogg urged his subordinates to move forward.

However, not long after, a mutant sentry stumbled out of the woods and reported to him with a frightened expression.

Centurion Gollum is dead! More than half of his brothers were killed or killed—

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a violent roar.

waste!!

Clenching his fists tightly, Oge's eyes were wide open, his canthus were about to burst, the whites of his eyes were streaked with blood, and his scarlet gums seemed to be bleeding from grinding.

There are only about twenty people on the opposite side!

No matter where these human beings are placed, it only takes a few minutes to submerge them, and it's not even enough to put a gap between his brothers' teeth!

But now—

The more than 500 brothers under his command were unexpectedly bitten by the 20th man, and even a centurion fell!

This is a great shame and humiliation for him!

This group of idiots! They are not as good as pigs!

Just as Ogg was roaring angrily, a bloodthirsty roar passed through the forest, and the forest in front of him seemed to be hit by a shell, and billows of smoke and dust were blown away.

The 20 or 30 mutant warriors that had been filled in earlier seemed to have been hit by the long howl, and everyone's footsteps were stopped.

Subconsciously raised his arm to block the smoke and dust, Ogg looked in the direction of the movement, just in time to see two mutant warriors being split in two!

And the two machine guns held in their arms were smashed into pieces by the roaring claws before they could fire!

The dark green pupils shrank suddenly, and Ogg's eyes met the amber pupils.

It was a burly and majestic death claw, with a mechanical exoskeleton attached to its body, and its hot breath distorted the bloodlust and excitement in its pupils.

It is like a hungry and thirsty raptor that has finally found the time to enter the field, and its soul is trembling with excitement for the upcoming hunt.

And the most unbelievable thing is that this alien species can speak human language!

Ogg was stunned for a moment.

Psychic interference... Isn't it the technology of their allies, the Church of the Torch? !

Welcome to death!!

Facing the mutant warriors rushing up, Mr. Garbage had no intention of dodging, let out an excited battle cry, and rushed up waving his sharp claws.

The two most threatening machine gunners have been dealt with by him.

Then there was the mutant holding a shotgun. Just as he was about to aim, he was sent flying by his tail, and then caught up with another claw, directly smashing through the guy's heart.

Europe--!

The mutant yelled in pain, and hugged Garbage Lord's paw with both hands, all the muscles in his body squeezed into lumps.

With mutants' ability to heal wounds close to that of mutants, some strong mutants may recover even if their hearts are blasted by bullets.

But if it's ripped out in its entirety—

That's another story.

Die to Grandpa!!

The sharp claw inserted into the chest was firmly grasped, and there was a poof, and blood mist and pieces of flesh burst out from the mutant's chest.

Staring at Death Claw in front of him, the emerald green pupils gradually lost their fierce light, and his thick arms lost their strength.

Three!!

With a cruel grin on the corner of his mouth, Mr. Garbage suddenly pulled out his right paw, dropped the corpse, and then rushed to the next target.

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the targeted mutant, and the assault rifle in his hand fired hastily, but was flashed by the afterimage that was as fast as lightning, and the raised claw directly cut off the entire chin.

The mutant soldiers next to him raised their guns and wanted to reinforce them, but they were surrounded by their own people, so they couldn't aim at that guy at all.

In just a few breaths, in the blink of an eye, two mutants without arms and legs fell down in a miserable posture.

The viscous plasma completely dyed Garbage King red, and even the white mist-like breath seemed to have a stench of rust.

He was panting heavily, but he didn't feel tired at all, and the ferocity and fighting spirit burning in his pupils became even higher.

six!

The mutant warriors around were all overwhelmed by this ferocious beast, and their dark green faces were distorted with anger and panic.

In those savage, bloodthirsty and fearless pupils, a trace of timidity and fear finally appeared...

These half-human, half-ghosts are more vicious than they are!

The strength and bravery they are proud of are vulnerable to these guys, and even relying on numbers cannot overwhelm them.

Even Ogg's face flashed an imperceptible panic for a moment.

You idiots, your number is dozens of times that of them! Each of you can drown that reptile with a mouthful of saliva!

Rush up for me! Rush up together!

Roar--!

Hearing the leader's urging roar, the mutant warrior who hesitated for a moment finally regained the courage to kill.

They are natural hunters, but also natural fighters!

They regard battle and honor as life!

Don't be frightened by a few difficult prey!

Dispelling the instinctive fear of the creature with a roar, the heavy infantry in heavy armor stepped forward, using a steel plate as thick as a thumb and a mallet wrapped with iron wire to resist the steel claws blown by the whistling.

Then a few light infantrymen rushed forward with their shotguns in their arms, and fired continuously at the Death Claw. Although it was difficult to aim, they also restricted his movement trajectory with the sprayed shotgun.

cut--

This group of green skins also has two tricks.

After completing the twelve kills, Garbage Jun finally felt a little bit of difficulty, and glanced at the direction of the midnight kill chicken from the corner of his eye.

The hand-to-hand fighting continued.

Brother Ji slashed wildly with his axe. A few green-skinned corpses scattered beside him could not be seen clearly, but it was not difficult to imagine the brutality of the battle by looking at the sticky blood.

The Jungle Corps has suffered more than half the casualties!

Although the mutants dropped nearly a hundred corpses, there were still more than three hundred left. The gap between the two sides was still huge, and it was becoming more and more unfavorable to the Jungle Corps.

nineteen--!

After crushing a shiny green head, Mr. Garbage withdrew his gradually paralyzed sharp claws, and was looking for the next prey with his amber pupils, when suddenly a strong wind hit him from the side.

Relying on the instinct of fighting, he flashed by, and he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, half of the iron wall exoskeleton hit the tree trunk behind him heavily, his two legs were dangling from the branches, intestines and pieces of meat It fell to the ground like a leaked blood bag.

The remaining half was held in the hands of a giant.

He is nearly four meters tall, with a bare head, two big hands like car doors, and black steel seems to be embedded in his body, covered with several pipes, like a black tower standing in the forest.

Even the garbage gentleman who straightened up was more than a little smaller in front of him. Although his pupils were slack, the corner of his mouth was hanging, and his uneven teeth even grew outside, but no one would doubt the strength under those swollen muscles.

A lot of horses -

That drawn-out growl seemed to be his name.

In the Qi tribe, only the bravest fighters are worthy of being named by the leader, and that name is not only their title and honor, but also their totem!

They will call out their names to their opponents in a duel, torture them to death in the most cruel way, bathe their blood to sacrifice the totem given by the leader, and make their dead souls recite their names, bringing back the honor of victory. The land of the ancestors.

These are all written in the official website setting collection!

The giant mutant bit off the head of the corpse in his hand, dangling to let the blood drenched his head and chest, chewing with his mouth creaking, as if he was chewing some kind of arthropod.

It seemed that they were worried about being accidentally injured by this big guy, and the mutants who were two meters tall next to them gave way one after another, and circled an open space around them.

The fighting in the forest has gradually subsided, and more reinforcements are still coming from behind. Although the corpses are piled up in the forest, there is no suspense about the outcome.

They wanted to kill the lizard in the cruelest way, and use his blood to show their bravery and cruelty.

Howling roughly, they cheered on their warriors.

Hearing the screaming and urging, the giant mutant standing there stupidly moved his head slowly, staring at the scarred lizard.

Those pupils are like a hollow vortex, just looking at them, the soul throbs and trances involuntarily.

Seeing that guy eat so much, Trash Jun's scalp tingled for a while, but there was no timidity in the amber pupils, instead they were filled with burning anger.

The twentieth——

That's it!

With a sudden force on his feet, he ran towards the giant mutant like lightning, aiming his claws at the guy's knees and ankles.

The bigger the body, the harder it is to control the center of gravity!

Just take off the guy's legs—

The balance of victory will be poured in his favor!

A cold light flashed, but the frustration of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh did not come.

Garbage Jun only felt a numbness at the mouth of the bowl and forearm, as if his steel claws were not chopped on his legs, but on a pile of steel.

The moment he passed the big guy, he caught a glimpse of the guy's back out of the corner of his eye, and his face turned into surprise for a moment.

Fuck?!

What the hell is this? !

The steel spine protruded from the flesh on the back, and three glass jars were inserted in the middle of the spine, with a yellow-green unknown solution swaying in the cavity.

Just at the ankle and knee where his sharp claws had cut just now, the dark green skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could clearly see that the underside of the leather was not flesh and blood, but some kind of alloy!

A lot of horses -

With a dull growl like the whistle of a ship, the giant mutant didn't give him time to think, and swung the half headless corpse in his hand and swept over.

That speed is not slow at all!

There is no way to avoid that extreme distance!

After a solid blow, the already bruised Garbage Lord flew out and hit the crumbling tree trunk with a bang.

If the group of green-skinned muscular guys rushed forward at this time, even if he had three heads and six arms, they would not be able to stop him, but those guys seemed to believe that he would die. Instead of rushing up, they retreated and let him into the center of the arena.

With a distressed moan in his throat, Mr. Garbage struggled to stand up, unable to tell whether it was the failure of the exoskeleton or the failure of the joints on his body.

At least three unnamed bones were broken, and he almost lost feeling in his left arm. Although he was slowly recovering with the talent of body regeneration, his body was already close to the limit at the moment, and the recovery speed at that point could only be said to be better than nothing.

Damn it...you're so ruthless! He coughed, and a mouthful of blood spewed from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to lift his paw, but an alarm popped up in front of him.

【warn! 85% of the drive joints are damaged, it is recommended to disengage. 】

It's so noisy!

An alarm flashed on the tactical eyepiece. Seeing the giant mutant walking towards him with big strides, Mr. Garbage clenched his teeth, scratched the pull ring on the inside of his abdomen with his right paw, hooked it and pulled it out violently.

The breastplate and shoulder armor exploded outward, and the exoskeleton covering his body was like an open umbrella, which completely liberated his body while being scrapped.

Looking at the situation in front of him, the giant mutant stopped in his steps, a trace of surprise floated in his stupid pupils.

Garbage King glanced at the wreckage on the ground. Although his heart ached, he didn't have any regrets. He stared at the monster with undiminished fighting spirit, and erected his blood-stained claws.

Come on! Fight the pain—

Oh oh oh!

Before his words fell, a violent roar interrupted his words in the middle.

I saw a black shadow jumping up into the air, falling towards the giant mutant's back, and swung two axes to chop down heavily.

Roar--!

After being hit by two axes firmly on the back, the giant mutant let out a painful roar, swung his right arm violently and knocked the man away, then stumbled to the side, the mountain-like body hit The ground trembled.

The minions around were all stunned, forgot to yell for a while, and froze in place.

They didn't expect that there was a human being alive, and they didn't expect that he would jump in and disturb their sacred blood sacrifice.

Brother chicken?! Garbage Jun looked at the bloody Midnight Killing Chicken in surprise.

This guy's helmet was completely shattered, his breastplate was covered with pitted bullet marks and dents, and there was a shocking fracture on his shoulder.

Around the breach, even the entire shoulder armor sank, as if it had been split by a heavy weapon such as an axe.

Junk Jun could imagine that he was probably knocked unconscious by the mutant with an axe, and fell to the ground with a plop.

And the mutant probably thought he was dead, so he didn't continue to make up the knife, and hurriedly crowded here to watch the fun.

help me!

Midnight Killing Chicken let out a roar, threw away the broken logging ax in his hand, grabbed a stick with a blade strung with wire, and rushed up, aiming at the head of the giant mutant who wanted to get up from the ground. A beating.

oh--!

The rolled blade was smashed, and the giant mutant roared in pain.

Before he got up from the ground, he was beaten mercilessly on the face, his nose and eyes were rubbed together, a shocking blood red.

Midnight Killing Chicken gathered all his strength to make up for the final blow, but the stinging pain from hitting his side made him fly out with a muffled groan.

Ogg, who strode into the battlefield, had just rescued Pido who was crying in pain, and was about to go up to give the human a shot, when a black shadow as fast as lightning flashed past his eyes.

Ogg dodged subconsciously, but saw that the sharp claw was not running towards him at all, but was chasing after Pido who was covering his eyes and retreating.

No!!!

His face changed wildly, and it was too late to stop him.

I saw those two sharp claws slammed together like rakes for plowing the field, digging into Pido's thick throat from left and right, and grabbed the blood vessel, trachea and spine.

Then, the lizard pulled back violently!

Stab—

The sound of flesh and blood tearing was sticky, and it was particularly conspicuous on the silent battlefield.

Pido lost most of his throat and spine, and his huge head lost its support in an instant, and fell slumped on his back shoulder, leaving only half of the steel bar standing abruptly.

Blood shot out like a fountain, floating in the center of the battlefield. The giant mutant who was as tall as a hill slowly knelt down, and his knees were deeply embedded in the soil.

There was a deathly silence.

Pairs of green eyes stared at the man and the lizard in the middle of the battlefield, as well as Pito, who was gradually falling down, and their leader standing there.

twenty……

Looking back at Midnight Killing Chicken, who was lying on the ground, Jun Jun chuckled, I'm sorry brother, I'll take a fancy to this head first.

Midnight Kill Chicken rolled his eyes and said panting.

Sixteen...you won.

Counting the previous round of shooting, it might be twenty or thirty.

However, the resilience of the mutants was too strong, and he wasn't sure if those fallen guys were dead, so he could only go offline for a while to watch the drone's aerial replay.

The only thing he can be sure of is that the guys whose heads he cut off must not survive.

Anyway, he did his best.

At this time, whoever roared, the surrounding mutants swarmed up, and chopped the Garbage King standing next to the giant mutant into eight pieces on the spot.

Seeing that Trash King had gone offline gloriously, Midnight Killing Chicken also planned to disconnect, but at this moment, he saw the prosthetic mutant who was suspected of being a BOSS walking towards him.

If this was captured alive, it would be a bit of a waste of time.

So he stopped his preparations to go offline, wanting to see what this guy was going to do.

At least.

He had to figure out a way to make him kill himself.

Raising his hand to stop the mutant warrior who was about to cut himself into eight pieces, the ugly mutant leader stopped in front of him and looked down at him condescendingly.

name?

Hehe... Midnight Shaji grinned, and a mouthful of bloody saliva fell on his leg, Your father.

wait.

I will come back!

Ogg's expression gradually turned cold, and he stretched out his right hand like iron pincers to pinch his head, and his five fingers suddenly began to exert force.

Midnight Killing Chicken looked at him indifferently, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if to say That's it?.

Looking at those eyes, Ogg was completely enraged, his thumb and forefinger dug into his temple with a click, and pulled the piece of skull from the eye socket with muscle and flesh.

However, the man remained silent until he died, and looked at him with a mocking expression until the end.

After crushing the eyeballs and bones in his hands, Ogg's face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with shock and anger.

These human things...

What the hell is going on!

He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't be irritated by this guy, took him back and tortured with the torture tools in the tribe, and he could always get something out of torture.

But now, all he got was a white brain and a lump of slimy meat...

At this time, a sentry in animal skin ran over and knelt down in front of him.

Ogg!

Ogg looked at him coldly.

explain.

Seeing that cold gaze, the mutant sentinel's shoulders trembled involuntarily, and he quickly muttered.

There are no two-legged animals in the town, no four-legged ones, the residents are gone, the houses are empty, and the church's Mr. Apostle has not been found...

Before he finished speaking, a wounded centurion came over and bowed his head.

Ogg... We lost two hundred and twenty dead and fifty were seriously injured. There was also a centurion, a big man, and five chariots.

Oh--!

Ogg, who couldn't stop his anger, raised his head and roared furiously.

He has never been so ashamed!

Five or six hundred brothers were brutally beaten by more than two dozen guys, and more than two hundred were killed!

What made him even more unacceptable was that the human who killed his brother and wore power armor never showed up from the beginning to the end!

He seemed to have seen the mocking faces in the tribe.

The trees beside him shook, and the whole forest seemed to tremble under his wrath.

The veins in his neck bulged, he looked at the sentry kneeling on one knee, and shouted an order.

The village burned! Not a single house was left!

Obey! The sentinel hurriedly took the order, got up and ran away.

Still puzzled, Ogg looked at the centurion in front of him with a fierce look on his face, and asked out of breath.

Where is the nearest village?

The centurion answered in a low voice.

Hope Town, thirty kilometers to the east!

Follow me!

Ogg looked at the minions around him, and continued to shout loudly, Stomp them down! Let those two-legged beasts run away crying and screaming! Tell them who is the master here!

Although it was already the parish of the Church of the Torch, and it was also the tribe's sheepfold, Ogg was very angry!

With so many brothers dead, he had to bring back at least four hundred heads to shut up those who laughed at him and satisfy the great leader!

He wants to kill until enough!

It is useless to persuade anyone!

Where are those corpses? The centurion looked at the leader, waiting for the order with anticipation.

Those guys aren't the same as fleeing twolegs, and they sure don't taste the same!

He drooled greedily.

And his boss lived up to his expectations.

Keep the head, cook the rest! Ogg will chop off his head after he's full! Ogg roared loudly, and the mutants around him cheered excitedly.

Aww!

A fire broke out in Dust Town, and thick smoke billowed up.

It's a pity that the residents here have already evacuated, and they can't have a feast on the sea of ​​corpses.

A group of mutants snorted and ran to the truck, took off the cauldron and cooking utensils tied to the truck, and started a fire recklessly near the forest.

The pot was bubbling and bubbling, and the savage heads were screaming, and the ballad that no one could understand revealed an indescribable coldness.

It smelled like frozen blood.

At this moment, the group of green skins who gathered together to eat didn't notice that on the hillside not far away, a pair of dark green pupils were watching them quietly, and then quietly escaped into the shadow of the forest Under it, it's like it's never been here...

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(Thanks to the leaders of 鵺哶 and Makabakamo for the reward!!!)