This Game Is Too Realistic

Li Jinrong was completely stunned.

The same goes for Xiao Yue who is lying next to him.

The thick smog had dissipated a lot, and the two held binoculars in their hands, staring intently at the battlefield covered by artillery fire.

If the previous round of artillery coverage only brought him a shock of the firepower of the Iron Heart, then this frontal battle on the battlefield has simply subverted his perception of people.

those guys...

Is it really human?

He had never seen a human soldier who could fight mutants back and forth in hand-to-hand combat.

But at this moment, he saw with his own eyes a guy wearing a heavy-duty exoskeleton split a two-meter-high prosthetic mutant in half with a chainsaw, and then took out a picked-up shotgun and bombarded it with a chainsaw. Smashed the head of a green guy.

And what made him even more unbelievable was——

The beasts started to get scared.

Yes.

The expressions of fear clearly appeared on the faces of the group of demons, and he couldn't even believe his eyes—the group of beasts who worshiped death and killing were frightened out of their wits by a group of even more desperate guys.

The sun is really coming out from the west!

...It seems that Brother Chicken has already settled it. Fang Chang, who put away the binoculars in his hand and stood not far from the two, said calmly.

The battle itself has no suspense.

In the past, Brother Chicken with more than 20 brothers was able to resist a thousand-man team, but now 120 full-weight infantry are dealing with a group of disabled guys. .

Even if this group of guys is much stronger than the previous ones.

But beasts are still beasts in the final analysis. Even if they use human weapons and learn human tactics, they still cannot change the barbarism in their bones.

The only suspense now is how many heads have been beheaded by brother chicken. The gang of idlers on the official website opened a game and asked him to be the referee.

It's a pity that the view here is not good, and only the outline can be seen.

At that time, I still have to ask Brother Chicken how much he killed.

Xiao Yue swallowed, got up from the ground, looked at Fang Chang beside him, and couldn't help asking.

That... are those people the Burning Legion?

If those guys...

He didn't think it was too strange to be able to snatch a monster like the Iron Heart.

Fang Chang froze for a moment, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile.

You say they... Those guys are brothers from the Jungle Corps, although they are also a bunch of ruthless people.

Jungle Corps?

Li Jinrong and Xiao Yue looked at each other, exchanging the blankness in each other's eyes, a trace of shock gradually appeared on their faces.

He vaguely heard from the merchants from the north that the alliance's trump card in the battle against the Legion in the Sunset Province, in addition to the Burning Corps, there are also several Corps such as Storm, Death, and Skeleton, but he has never heard of the Jungle Corps. name taboo.

A little-known corps can have such combat effectiveness...

How awesome is the legendary Burning Corps?

But speaking of it, the man in front of him seems to belong to the Burning Corps.

Probably because of this incident, the two NPCs looked at Fang Chang differently.

Xiao Yue excitedly gave Li Jinrong a look.

‘Haiya province is saved! '

Li Jinrong also nodded excitedly.

'Um! '

As an ally with such a powerful neighbor, why worry about not being able to restore Haiya Province!

The ambition to expel those evil believers from their hometown...

He finally saw the hope of realization!

...

On the other side, beside the abandoned water tank, the hunters who came from Hope Town stared dumbfounded at the dusty battlefield.

The terrain here is relatively high, and the field of vision is better. You can see the center of the battlefield that Fang Chang and his party can't see.

I saw the green-skinned monster with teeth and claws pierced through the chest by a long and thick chainsaw, and the blood and pieces of meat were thrown several meters high by the rolling saw blade.

The sunlight passed through the increasingly thinning gray-green dust haze, and vaguely built a colorful bridge in the swaying blood mist.

Standing in front of the green-skinned monster, the ruthless man with his left arm raised was drenched in blood, mixed with the blood-stained steel armor.

Liu Youxiong was dumbfounded, his mouth was wide open, he couldn't close his jaw, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

After a while, he squeezed out a word from his frozen throat.

……Won?

A human... let's say that guy is still a human, and he killed a prosthetic mutant in a one-on-one hand-to-hand fight!

And looking at it, the guy he killed seemed to be the leader of a mutant centurion or even a thousand commander.

Gradually, the disbelief engraved in those eyes turned into the color of worship.

At this time, the voice of aging rang in his ears.

Are you envious?

Liu Youxiong was taken aback, and hurriedly looked aside, but there was nothing beside the rusty guardrail.

The voice seemed to be inside his head.

He swallowed, and answered truthfully.

I'm... quite envious.

The air was quiet for a while.

Just when he embarrassedly thought it was an auditory hallucination, to his surprise, the voice came back again.

Poor thing...

There was a trace of pity in that voice, but Liu Youxiong didn't feel any comfort, and lowered his head and muttered.

You don't need to tell me, I know.

The most lacking thing in Hope Town is hope. Being born there is definitely bad luck for eight lifetimes, and he knows this kind of thing without being told.

His father was eaten by a bear, so his mother named him a bear and told him to always beware of wild bears in the forest.

However, when he picked up his shotgun and walked outside the village, he realized that the wild bears were not dangerous at all, and monsters more terrifying than that were everywhere in the wasteland.

But he had to go out again.

The only thing his father passed on to him was the shotgun that often misfired, and he had no other skills. If he didn't go hunting, he could only starve to death.

The voice was silent for a while, as if thinking.

After a while, the aged voice continued.

If you had that power, what would you do?

Liu Youxiong replied almost without hesitation.

earn a lot of money!

He heard that those mercenaries can make a lot of money, whether it's golden coins or those colorful pieces of paper, they can exchange for many things that he can't exchange with prey.

But he doesn't have the ability to fight, and he doesn't have those sophisticated weapons,

If he had that great power...

He must be able to eat meat and drink wine like those mercenaries sitting in the Grizzly Bear and Street Lamp Tavern.

To him, that's what it's like to be alive.

The voice did not laugh at his ideal, but continued to ask calmly.

Then what?

Liu Youxiong was stunned.

Then...buy a piece of land?

The voice continued to ask.

And then.

Liu Youxiong was a little annoyed when he was asked, since this guy could appear out of nowhere in his mind, why didn't he pry his mind open and have a look?

There are so many and then...

He didn't want to cooperate with the poser anymore, but unfortunately, he couldn't find the button to turn off the sound.

The voice ignored his troubles and continued talking to himself.

The strong eat the weak, and once the weak have power, they won't think about ending this wasteland at all, but will become the next cannibal... I have known your past, and I have also known Boulder City In the past, we searched for the almost impossible possibility wherever we went, but unfortunately, all we saw were uglier than beasts. Guys who should have lived like humans turned themselves and others into Became an animal in the forest.

Gradually unable to understand what the man said, Liu Youxiong swallowed.

who are you……

I……

The man paused for a moment, as if hesitating to say his name, but finally said it frankly.

It's Luo Gan.

Usually he would tell mortals that he is the Son of God and the apostles that he is the forerunner, because this can save unnecessary and cumbersome explanations.

Unknowingly, he himself took on the role of a god, replacing humanity with divinity to think about everything.

However, at this moment, he changed his mind.

Relying on the technology left over from the Renlian era, they built a nearly perfect system for that great plan, and sacrificed themselves first before sacrificing everyone else, in exchange for eternal time to ensure that the plan can be carried out step by step.

But the irony is that at the last moment, the self who shouldn't have made a mistake felt a little shaken in his heart.

Is it really necessary to tear down an entire house for rats to sneak in?

It wasn't the sarcasm of the league manager that shook him. He looked down on those pragmatists who had headaches from the bottom of their hearts.

They seem to solve every problem step by step, but they don't get to the heart of the problem at all.

The stewards of that alliance would be no greater than the original stewards of Boulder, but what has become of that colony since then?

Singularity City is not the same.

I don't know from which day, the lofty ideal of saving everyone, relying on the sky and the earth is worse than relying on oneself, has compromised with reality and turned into another unimaginable appearance. Those guys are not even as good as the nobles in Boulder City, at least those dog-like guys don't use stew pots when they eat people.

The Torch Church's approach may be a little extreme, but Luo Gan feels that they are much more benevolent than the real Torch Project that the elites thought up before the war.

At least, they don't intend to kill all life on this planet to create a pure paradise.

They really intend to save everyone, make human beings a higher existence, and make the wasteland disappear completely.

Luo Gan had no doubt that he was doing the right thing, and he didn't care about the cynicism of those guys who didn't understand anything.

However, just when he was about to cut off that voice with his own hands, he thought of the little girl lying in a pool of blood.

He left many chips in this parish, but only that one was special to him. He split his divinity into countless pieces and scattered them all over this land, but he only left his only humanity to her. .

When the chip carrying the memory of death was reactivated and the cut data flowed back into his body, his soul trembled uncontrollably after all.

The lingering voice echoing in his ears repeatedly tortured himself.

In the past twenty years, they sacrificed their lives step by step and in batches, compared with the demons and ghosts in the wasteland, which one is more?

At that moment, Luo Gan suddenly discovered that on the road leading to Utopia, he himself seemed to have become a part of this wasteland.

This is a heaviness that cannot be measured at all...

There is still the last link before the coming of the kingdom of heaven, and the alliance does not seem to realize what this fog means.

But at the very end, he couldn't do it anymore.

As Luo Gan, he wanted to ask the opinions of ordinary people.

As a person, not as a god.

It's something he hasn't done in a long time.

...Luo Gan? Liu Youxiong was at a loss when he heard that name.

He had never heard of this name, but vaguely remembered where he had heard it.

Was it the priest or the mayor?

Luo Gan didn't care, and asked patiently.

Why do you believe in the torch?

Liu Youxiong scratched his head blankly.

I... don't know. Actually, I also believed in the Great Horned Deer God before, but the big men in the town told us to believe it, so that the mutants wouldn't bully us, and then we believed it.

yes.

It was to avoid being bullied by mutants.

He almost forgot!

Liu Youxiong suffocated a fire in his heart.

He felt cheated because it wasn't what those guys said it was.

Those green-skinned guys didn't care what they believed or didn't believe at all, and the aloof Holy Son didn't even care about them. Instead, he threatened them with God's punishment. Was it the deceit first or their wavering first?

He is just a hunter, why does he have to go to that heaven, is there anything wrong with thinking about a better life after gaining strength? It must be wrong that the day is blue and the clouds are white!

Luo Gan didn't care about his anger, and continued to ask calmly.

Then do you want to go to the heaven described by the Son?

Liu Youxiong didn't dare to swear aloud when he didn't have any good feelings for the Son, but he still couldn't help but sneered.

Heaven what? Ha, you mean this putrid mist? If it's as cloudy there as it is here, I'll feel sorry for the people who live there!

He waited for a long time but did not hear a response, and he couldn't help feeling a little panic in his heart.

That Luo Gan...

Could it be an apostle sent by the Son?

He shouldn't tell the truth.

Uneasy in that silent atmosphere, a drop of cold sweat slowly rolled across Liu Youxiong's forehead.

At this time, a soft sigh came from his ear.

I see.

Sure enough, my practice is not enough...

Luo Gan thought silently in his heart, and left from his side.

What do you know?

Listening to the endless words, Liu Youxiong looked around blankly, but there was no one except the empty ruins.

He was sure he wasn't crazy.

Someone did come here, but after not getting his approval, he seemed to leave disappointed.

It's like it's never been here...

...

Right in the middle of the battlefield.

Looking at the chain saw stuck in his chest, Kuru slowly raised his stiff neck and looked at the iron bump standing in front of him.

The guy wasn't in good shape either, with dozens of bouts of back and forth with him, his blood-soaked armor was covered in dents and cracks, and the chainsaw in his hand was barely A little bit will cut this guy in half.

However, this was not even consolation to him.

As a warrior named by the leader, he lost to a human.

And it was in his strength and courage that he was most proud of.

Tonight he is estimated to be the laughing stock of all clansmen.

The corner of Kuru's mouth opened a cruel arc, staring at the helmet with only one slit, and said in a hoarse voice.

May I have your name?

Twenty-one.

The pair of eyes under the helmet looked at him cruelly, and this dull answer floated from the only gap.

Kuru couldn't understand what he was talking about, and only thought it was a self-reported family.

Lowering his green-to-black head, he muttered.

Twenty-one...?

He will remember the name.

When he goes to the country of the dead, he will wait for this guy to come down there, and then have a good fight with him...

Next time, he will definitely not lose.

Sting -!

With a tooth-piercing creaking sound, the bones and flesh were thrown into the sky by the rolling saw blade.

Midnight Killing Chicken, who didn't talk too much, suddenly raised the chain saw welded to his left arm, sawing Kuru in two from his chest to his shoulders.

The burly and majestic body hit the ground heavily, and the gushing blood quickly seeped into the muddy black soil.

Watching the commander die at the hands of that human, the remaining mutants finally couldn't hold back the panic in their hearts.

Just like when they rushed forward with howls, they were beaten all over with bruises, and they ran towards the urban area of ​​Jinhe City as if they were dying.

These guys are not human at all—

It's the devil!

And this hastened their collapse!

Crush them!

Midnight Killing Chicken roared, straightened out the 19mm barrel of his right arm, removed the jammed bomb feeder and stuffed it with a burst bomb.

boom--!

A mutant soldier was shot in the back, and glaring sparks shot out from its chest. The guy didn't even have time to scream, and was knocked to the ground by the brutal destructive force without a word.

Rush them!

Want to run? There is no door!

Aww!

Other blood-soaked players also picked up the bolt guns thrown aside one after another, replaced the clips, and fired at the fleeing mutant.

A streak of tracer lights danced on the muddy battlefield, and the players who fired while advancing were like meat grinders.

Under the baptism of the hail of bullets, the last dozens of mutant soldiers were killed one by one, and soon there was not a single one left.

The battle is completely over.

The crowd began to count the casualties.

There were one hundred and twenty people when they came, and there are still ninety-seven people left, and only twenty-three unlucky brothers died at the hands of mutants.

As for how many they killed, most players can't remember, they can only roughly estimate that there are five or six hundred.

There is no doubt that this is a hearty victory!

Not only did they severely defeat the arrogance of the green-skinned guys, but they also proved to the survivors on this land that the beasts were not invincible!

The cheers of victory resounded on the battlefield.

Chicken is awesome!

Hahaha, it's so cool!

Brother! Do we have a chance to promote the PV?

One lens is still fine!

Fuck, I'm so fierce, it's only one shot??

Fuck! Are you still not satisfied with one shot?

The main reason is that there are too many ruthless people in this server, and the one-minute PV is not enough. Let the dog—cough, let the planner make the video longer.

Watching the brothers cheering for victory, Midnight Kill the Chicken and the Piltover Paratroopers, Little Bookworms, and Voldemort Models who came up high-fived.

Before he could catch his breath, Voldemort asked excitedly.

How about brothers? How many?

He also participated in the gamble on the forum, betting 200 silver coins in a short time, betting that Brother Chicken will definitely break the previous record this time.

The strength of Brother Chicken Killer is obvious to all.

Although this time it was considered a favorable situation, and the remaining heads were not enough for more than a hundred brothers, but this guy never commanded the fight, and charged faster than anyone else.

There is still hope for breaking the record of sixteen kills!

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Midnight Slayer, who had regained his senses, smiled honestly, raised the off chain saw and rubbed against his helmet.

Just broke the record.

And broke Jun Jun's records.

This time he is really cool!

...

Heart of Iron, the door of the infirmary.

Standing outside the corridor, Chu Guang looked over the porthole on one side and looked down at the gray-green smog in the distance.

Although the situation on the surface can't be seen clearly from here, there are always players who are seriously injured and think it's troublesome to mend themselves in every battle.

Just now, he had learned the result of the battle in advance from the posts of those players through the official website forum.

Those players are his eyes.

Can see for him where he can't see.

Walking behind him, Frost, who usually looked not very smart, lowered her head with a heavy face at this moment.

Sorry...we did our best.

Chu Guang, who turned his back to it, sighed softly.

Don't beat yourself up...we've done everything we could.

After that Yinyin was shot, the players stationed there immediately called the Viper transport plane and sent her to the airship accompanied by Chen Yutong.

Although the little girl is not a citizen of the alliance, it is the wish of the players to hope that she gets better. Chu Guang also attaches great importance to this, and immediately contacted the medical staff sent by the company to rescue her.

Unfortunately, she lost her heartbeat when she got off the plane, and even emergency replacement of bionic organs failed to keep her alive.

He was a man who didn't like to express his anger with words, and he didn't have any sympathy for the farmer who deserved it.

However, after seeing the bloodless face, he couldn't help but let the solar eclipse activate the chip in her head, and scolded the guy hiding in the sanctuary.

Frost faced Chu Guang's back silently, unable to say a word, which was rare.

It still can't understand what kind of plan needs to sacrifice tens of thousands of people to complete it.

And when Chu Guang told her that this number was only what they saw, and those who didn't see it didn't know how many zeros had to be added, it could hardly believe what he said.

Is this the conclusion humans come to after thinking fruitlessly?

This is different from mere war.

Even if it can't agree, it can at least understand what the legion wants to do, and these guys are stubbornly doing something that it can't understand anyway.

Frost was a little confused for a while.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, was silent.

It can feel that the master is not in a good mood, but it doesn't know what to say, so it can only quietly accompany him.

At this time, the door of the infirmary opened suddenly, and the expressionless Eclipse walked out of the room.

Chu Guang looked at it, and was about to ask what was going on, but the solar eclipse who walked in front of the two spoke first.

She's dead.

Hearing the death announced by it, Chu Guang didn't have any surprises, but just sighed softly.

I see.

Frost's face was full of sadness.

Eclipse continued to look at Chu Guang expressionlessly, his pupils flickering slightly.

Still alive.

Frost: ?

Xiao Qi: ???

Chu Guang: ...?

What?