This Game Is Too Realistic

The southern suburb of Jinhe City.

In the deserted urban area there is an inconspicuous factory building.

In the spacious yard, there are piles of cargo boxes that have been abandoned for an unknown number of years, and a few weeds are swaying in front of the rusty iron gate.

A few green heads hid in the shadow of the factory window, vigilantly monitoring the nearby streets.

This is the transit warehouse for the Church of the Torch to import weapons and ammunition to the Qi tribe.

Although it is more than ten kilometers away from the front line, through the intricate subway network, logistics personnel can easily deliver weapons to front-line soldiers.

The tall buildings lined up blocked the gunshots one after another, and only one or two loud explosions from time to time reminded Gann that the flames of war had already reached his nose hairs.

Now that the sound of the explosion was no longer heard, Gann's mood did not improve at all, but became even more irritable.

Just now he learned that his subordinates had retreated from the surface to the ground, and this also meant that the Qi tribe's lair on the surface was completely lost.

Standing at the door of the warehouse, Gann clenched his fists, his teeth were almost crushed, and his angry eyes almost burst into flames.

The den has been taken over by a herd of two-legged cattle...

This kind of humiliation has never been seen in a century!

Noticing Gann, the mutant guarding the window hurriedly left the window, sprinting and trotting to open the door for the patriarch.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of metal friction, the rusty door opened a crack, and an old mutant man with a stooped figure came out of the crack, watching Gann bow slightly.

Master Patriarch.

Gann was usually polite to the old priest who was on his side, but at this moment he didn't have any good looks.

Striding up to Gomo, Gahn reached out and grabbed his collar, staring at him with eyes as big as copper bells.

What about the support I want?

Gomo said calmly.

It's all here.

Seeing that he still looked calm and composed at this juncture, Gann suddenly became furious, and roared with spit flying all over the place.

You know what I want is not the pile of fire sticks, what I want is something that can get rid of that iron lump! Tell the people of the torch! If they continue to dawdle, they will guard the institute themselves!

Of course, he meant it.

Without the support of the torch, the Qi tribe might be wiped out by the alliance in minutes.

Not to mention those modified prosthetic bodies.

Even with the tribe's own processing technology, it takes a lot of effort to make an automatic rifle, and it's the kind of three-shot jamming and one-shot jamming.

He knew very well in his heart that it was okay to use the piece of meat from the biology research institute as a bargaining chip to threaten his allies.

But if the Champion Pharmaceutical and Biological Research Institute really falls, the Qi Tribe may immediately lose the support of the Church of the Torch.

Looking at Gann whose face was distorted by anger, Gomo sighed softly.

He still remembered that a few days ago, the young patriarch comforted his frowning face confidently, just continue the ceremony, and don't worry about things on the battlefield.

However, in just a few days, he only encountered a small setback, and he became like this, not only forgot what he said, but even pinned all his hopes on the outsider of the Torch Church...

But whatever.

This is also to be expected.

After a pause, Gomo continued speaking slowly.

I'm talking about that stuff, and it's here too.

Gann froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

From that slit, Gomo saw his desire for power, even though he didn't really understand what the power he possessed was.

That expression is almost like a child eager for a new toy.

Looking at the burly baby in front of him, Gomo suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

Perhaps it is this kind of innocence that brought them to this unimagined field...

Let go of the hand that was holding the collar of the old priest in front of him, Gann's tone was a little more polite.

take me.

follow me.

Gomo nodded, turned and walked towards the rusty door behind him.

With a desire for power shining in his eyes, Gann followed without hesitation and stepped into the dark factory building.

It was pitch black inside the factory.

To avoid detection by Alliance aircraft, the lights were not turned on here.

Gann narrowed his eyes, adapting to the dim light in the factory building, and soon saw cylindrical culture tanks filled with dark green liquid.

A two-meter-high body was soaked in the culture tank. Their skin was gray-black, with everted fangs and pointed jaws, and there was a layer of fine fluff upon closer inspection. Under that tall and thin figure, there are visible muscles with fibrous texture, although they are not many, they are extremely explosive, and there is a circle of wrinkled meat membranes around the whole body.

Gann walked in, his eyes widened slightly.

Upon closer inspection, the fleshy membrane surrounding the whole body turned out to be two pairs of folded wings, extending from the armpit to the crotch!

He had never seen such an ugly monster.

……This is?

Gomo walked up to the incubator and said softly, irrelevantly.

When scholars studied Gestalt life forms a century and a half ago, they first designed a framework for the perfect life that was still on the blueprint. Its DNA must be stable enough to resist interference from external factors, and at the same time it must It is tolerant enough to accept all the genes people have designed for it... Mutants are such a framework. Even though it is still far away from the proposition of the most perfect life, it has already achieved the goal of leading to a perfect life. the first rung of the ladder.

After a pause, he continued.

It is the most perfect 'carrier' on this planet, an almost universal multifunctional platform!

Gann frowned slightly, feeling confused by what the old priest said.

The most perfect life?

He has no doubt that he is the most perfect life, and he doesn't feel that he is far from that proposition at all.

As for what carrier, what multifunctional platform...

He had no idea what the old guy was talking about.

Gaun's confusion was completely expected, Gomo continued speaking slowly.

...We can implant all the good qualities we need into this perfect carrier, so that we can innately surpass the ability of all machines. For example, Goliath can swallow almost all organic matter and transform it into something that can be used by us The biomass used. The corpses piled up outside can be converted into useful biomass raw materials for us. Another example is the batwing men in front of you, they can fly freely in the air by themselves without the use of aircraft.

Batwing. Chewing on the name, the confusion in Gann's eyes gradually turned into enlightenment, and then into fanaticism.

If every mutant could master the ability to fly...

There is no doubt that your own group will become the master of this land!

Isn't that Heart of Iron just bullying them that they can't fly?

However, this idea only lasted less than a minute in Gann's mind. When he saw the few poor batwing men in the factory building, the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually cooled down.

Able to fly... that sounds really good, but it's a pity that the number of these little guys is too small. Gann touched his chin, and calmly analyzed, There are only a hundred or so at full count, I'm afraid it's not enough for that iron Pimples stuck between teeth.

It would be nice if there were more of them.

Seeing the thought in the patriarch's stomach, Gomo smiled lightly and said in a very soft voice.

Of course it's not just the number you saw. At this moment, there are at least tens of thousands of batwings deployed in the entire Jinhe City.

Gann's pupils contracted slightly, and the fanaticism that had died down resurfaced in those bloodthirsty eyes.

tens of thousands!

One mouthful of saliva by one person can drown that airship!

Looking at Gann who rekindled his fighting spirit, Gomo slowly continued.

Heart of Steel has strong firepower, and has a deflector shield that is immune to almost all kinetic energy weapons, but it can't do anything to threats from close range... The Alliance took advantage of this weakness and snatched it from the hands of the Legion. After disembarking the Heart of Iron, we can certainly use the same method to take this airship from their hands.

Now the alliance's troops are basically in Jinhe City, and the defense on the Iron Heart must be empty. We only need to use the cover of gray fog to launch a sudden attack on them—

Then what are you waiting for? Gann grabbed Gomo's shoulder and said excitedly, Hurry up and do it!

As long as the airship can be snatched away and bombarded the Union soldiers in the city, even if they can't wipe out those annoying guys, at least it can reduce the pressure on the front line.

Don't get excited, I haven't finished yet, Gomo coughed lightly, and continued, The genes of the Batwing have not been designed, and they are in the stage of groping and learning from practice just like Goliath. One of the most glaring flaws that has yet to be resolved is that they need to be under the influence of a psychic interference field to achieve full combat effectiveness.

The caterpillar-like brows were wrinkled, and Gann stared at him intently.

What's the meaning.

Gomo continued.

To put it simply, if they don't have a backbone, they're just a group of wild dogs without a mind. They only know how to bite the targets around them and eat. We need a strong enough warrior to drive them to fight with their own will.

With that said, Gomo turned around and walked to the end of the warehouse on his own, standing in front of a huge cultivation tank.

This culture tank is obviously different from other culture tanks. Not only is it twice as large in size, but the things stored in it are also more special.

Its whole body is covered with black scales, it is more than four meters high, and it has a human silhouette, but it does not look like a human, but more like a skin——

Or armor!

Coming here after Gomo, the moment Gann looked at the cultivation tank, his eyes were completely glued to it and he couldn't move away.

The scarlet flesh was beating inside the open placket, like a breathing mouth, calling or inviting him.

He didn't know what it was.

The power he dreamed of was right in front of his eyes.

Gomo didn't speak, but just stretched out his index finger and lightly clicked on the control terminal.

As the button was pressed, the incubator quickly made a pumping sound, and the dark green liquid was drained in a short time.

The hatch opened slowly, fully displaying this set of biomass armor in front of Gann's eyes.

The pitch-black scales and thick biomass shell were exposed to the air, the meat membranes on both sides of the ribs swayed slightly, and the wrinkled meat wings spread out to the sides on the back.

And it wasn't just the pair of black wings that made Gann unable to look away, but the swollen and beating chest.

The muscles there seem to have the power to tear apart steel!

Gann asked.

...What is this?

Gomo replied softly.

A kind of biological armor, its name is 'Nightmare'. Not only does it have terrifying power, solid biological armor and flying ability, but the most important thing is that it can generate a sufficient power of the psychological interference field. Wearing it and command all the batwings.

nightmare...

Gann chewed on the name over and over again, liking it in his heart.

He has no doubt that wearing this armor will become an eternal nightmare in the minds of all old humans.

He looked at Gomo and asked impatiently.

How to use this thing?

Gomo said in a very soft voice.

Just put it on. When it becomes part of your body, you will naturally understand how to use it. It's as simple as breathing... But you have to think clearly, once you wear it, it is impossible to use it again. Take it off.

Just what I want!

Gann laughed out loud, took off his clothes without saying a word, walked forward with his burly body naked, and stepped into the culture jar.

The Qi tribe respects the strong.

Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

As the strongest of the family, he absolutely cannot give up this opportunity to become stronger to others!

Even if he knows that there are risks involved, he is willing to give it a try!

The moment Gann's back leaned against the biomass armor, tentacles immediately crawled all over his body.

The sharp interface pierced his flesh and blood, and countless tiny cilia were entangled with his nervous system.

Ahhh!!!

The sudden severe pain made Gann uncontrollably let out a painful roar, his eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles all over his body trembled like an electric shock.

The pain involved was hundreds of times greater than that of the prosthetic body modification surgery. He felt that something was stuffed into his body, and part of his own flesh and blood poured into that guy's body.

The first thing to fuse into one is the nerves, then the blood, and even everything in the body and mind!

Gann felt as if he had returned to that chaotic placenta, and an invisible umbilical cord glued him together with the surrounding flesh.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already an unknown time.

Gann can no longer perceive the original body, and his own consciousness seems to be completely integrated into a new body——

A stronger body!

He clenched his fists tightly, a crackling sound came from his arms, and every cell in his body seemed to be cheering happily.

The delighted Gann then moved his back wings, and the hurricane blew away the animal skin clothes on the ground, and the high priest and several minions unconsciously took a few steps back.

Gomo stared at the reborn Gann with piercing eyes, and a trace of fanaticism gradually emerged in his cloudy pupils.

Although this road is full of twists and turns——

But a more powerful creature was born in front of him, which somewhat comforted him... At least those sacrifices were not in vain.

Gann shook his powerful fist, and looked at Gomo who was standing under the steps with satisfaction.

By the way, how did those batwing men make it? Can you ask the church to make more?

Gomo lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully.

Like Goliath, it is mainly bred by young mutants, and the output may not be as exaggerated as you imagined... But I believe that as long as you give them enough time, they will definitely be able to create an invincible air force for you .”

Gann frowned.

What about this biomass armor?

It's similar...just with some other things added. To be honest, Gomo didn't know very well, so he could only answer vaguely.

But this explanation was enough for Gann, a sense of amazement floated in the amber pupils, and then the amazement turned into pleasure.

I see.

No wonder he felt a familiar breath from this set of biomass armor. It turned out that it was also the blood of the tribe.

Although he felt that something was wrong, he didn't take it to heart.

As long as you can get stronger power!

That kind of insignificant thing is fine anyway!

Roar--!

He raised his head and let out a hearty roar, the fleshy wings attached to his back suddenly stretched to the sides, harsh sound waves surged around with the air waves rolled up by the wings.

The mutants backed away in horror, as did the aging Gomo, but there was no trace of panic in their eyes, only fanaticism.

As if hearing his order, the batwings in the cultivation tanks opened their closed eyes one after another, frantically beating the glass of the cultivation tank with their hands, feet and teeth, dragging their wet The body got out from inside.

It's hard to imagine that this thing was hatched from mutant babies.

But just as Gann thought, such trivial issues are not important at all.

Looking at the hideous beasts with sharp teeth and sharp mouths, Gann had a cruel grin on his face.

...It's time for revenge!

...

At the same time, on the roof of the office building a few kilometers away from the factory building, an old man wearing an exoskeleton slowly opened his closed eyes.

He heard the sharp roar hidden in the wind, and also heard the turbulent undercurrent hidden in the fog.

The biological weapon deployed by the Church of the Torch in this city was finally activated.

Led by a wild beast, monsters with sharp teeth and sharp mouths roared towards the steel giant.

Soon it will all be over.

Although I don't know where Luo Gan went, but from now on, there will be no more dirty things to interfere with the divine kingdom of heaven descending on this land.

Slowly looking in the direction of the airship, the corner of Arzu's mouth curled up into a sneering sneer.

A group of blood-sucking moths lying on the old heritage, instead of rebuilding the old utopia and educating those ignorant people, they reversed the car and drove back to before the era of prosperity. But they picked up the wreckage of a frigate and became arrogant. With such an incomprehensible appearance.

ships of this class.

Not even cannon fodder during the Three Years War.

He squeezed out the words from between his lips with a sneer.

Aren't you very good at fighting?

I'd like to see if you have the ability to leave a whole body for yourself.

...

North of Jinhe City.

The front line of the war between the Alliance and the Qi Horde.

After controlling the entrance of the subway station and the street leading to the Champion Institute of Biology, the alliance's ground troops did not continue to advance, but steadily built a new line of defense, waiting for the supplies from the rear to arrive.

After a whole day of fighting, most of the players' ammunition is almost exhausted. Even if people can hold it, the guy in their hands can't hold it anymore.

After delineating their respective defense zones, the commanders of each corps immediately held a simple combat meeting to determine the attack plan for the next stage.

The headquarters has given the frontline troops sufficient independent decision-making power, and they can choose the order of task completion according to the frontline situation.

That is, players can decide for themselves whether to give priority to attacking the champion biological research institute, or to chase after victory and annihilate the mutants who escaped into the subway.

For the convenience of communication and brainstorming, the discussion was carried out in the player section of the official website forum as usual.

But it is a discussion, in fact, there is no controversy at all.

Almost all the corps leaders agreed that although those green-skinned beasts were hateful, taking down the Champion Institute of Biology was the top priority.

This is not only because there is a thousand cubic meters of nuclear fuel stored inside and the false brood that dominates the gray mist. From a strategic point of view, taking it there can also effectively divide their opponents.

After all, the covenant between the Church of the Torch and the Qi Tribe is mainly maintained by that research institute.

Once the Alliance breaks through the research institute and destroys the Heavenly Kingdom descending around Jinhe City, the Qi Tribe will lose their greatest strategic value for the Torch Church.

On the other hand, if they encircle the research institute and make annihilating the living forces in the subway as the primary goal, although they can reduce the number of mutants as much as possible and prevent those guys from hiding in the corners of the subway, it may also create new variables.

With the loss of a bishop of the diocese, it is impossible for the Church of the Torch to remain in the dark. Even if there is no greater action, it will definitely send a new one.

A quick battle is the most beneficial option for the alliance, even if it takes a little more time to wipe out the remnants of mutants, it is worth it.

It only took ten minutes for the regiment leaders to reach a consensus. However, at this moment, the commander of the spring water, which had not been bubbling, suddenly said a word.

I always feel that your progress is too smooth.

The Storm Corps had previously taken over the work of the Jungle Corps and suppressed bandits in the mountains and forests in the northern border of the alliance, but did not participate in this server activity.

Although his own corps had nothing to do with this event, seeing the heated discussions among the good brothers there, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel itchy, so he interjected.

I didn't care about this guy's dismantling, and typed on the edge of the water.

Wouldn't it be a little smoother? (Funny)

Commander Quanshui: I'm not saying it's bad... I just feel that you won too easily. Your opponents are either really stupid, or they are probably holding back some big moves.

Killing a Chicken at Midnight: How can I see that?

Spring Water Commander: Generally speaking, if there is no chance of winning at all, I would definitely turn around and run away if I were the leader of the mutants. No matter how much the Torch Church gives me, if I have money, I can't spend my life with a hammer. No matter how good the relationship is, it won't matter. Do you want to do this for your allies? What's more, there is such a heavy fog, we can't do anything if they really run away from Jinhe City, and the subway extends in all directions, so you really may not be able to stop them.

Trash picking level 99: The logic is this logic... but it doesn't apply to mutants, right? Maybe they just look down on the old humans who have been slaughtered by them as sheep? Maybe they haven't thought that they will lose .”

Killing chickens at midnight: +1, those animals don't seem to have so many minds.

Commander Quanshui: It's not a matter of mind and mind. If they really didn't think about losing at all, they wouldn't retreat to the ground. Wouldn't it be nice to have a decisive battle with you on the surface?

Fang Chang: Well... I was thinking about this question just now, but I really can't figure out which card they still have that can be used. And if there is a card that can turn the situation around, why didn't it be used long ago and is only used now? ?”

Commander Spring: Brother, think about it carefully, how did we snatch the Heart of Steel?

Irena: Fuck, this guy is going to start acting. (Funny)

Elf King Fugui: Okay, I know you commanded it. (Funny)

Commander Quanshui: Hey, I really didn't mean that, I'm serious! Think about it carefully, have you found anything similar?

Quit smoking: Hold down the ground troops, and then make a surprise attack... What the hell? You mean they might learn from us?

The mole on the run in the canyon: But the problem is that mutants don't have planes, right?

Commander Spring: It's really impossible for those big guys to build a plane...but I said what if, if the biological weapons they mastered are not just big guys with thick blood and resistance like 'Goliath' and 'Roshan', but also What if there are guys who can fly?

Fang Chang: So far we have not witnessed the flying elite monster you mentioned... But what you said is also reasonable. Since the Church of the Torch can cultivate biological weapons that are against common sense, it is true that what you said cannot be ruled out. That possibility.

The mole on the run in the canyon: Well, apart from the phaser cannons that need to be deployed in advance, against airships with deflector shields... the gang battle is indeed the only effective tactic.

Big Eyes in Debt: No... is that kind of thing really possible?!

Commander Quanshui: War is not a game of cards. Anything can happen on the battlefield. I just suggest that it would be better to transfer a team back to the airship to be on the safe side? Anyway, you have already pushed to the door.

Lao Bai: Understood, let's go back!

Regardless of whether the mutant has this card hidden in his hand or not, leaving a personal defense tower on the high ground can also reassure the teammates pushing the tower.

Anyway, as Brother Quanshui said, there is no shortage of them on the front line.

With the brothers of the Skeleton Corps, the Death Corps, and the Jungle Corps, it is more than enough to win a research institute.

There are really mosquitoes in WC: Oh my god... I climbed upstairs to watch your discussion, and my mother's chrysanthemum tightened, I'm going to go back online first! (panic)

Ye Shi: Don't panic, brother is coming back to accompany you. (squinting smile)