This Game Is Too Realistic

The emerald-colored thick slurry soaked the land that had been plowed by artillery fire, and the rancid smell was suffocating.

The dark green hyphae are exposed outside the soil, like blood vessels that have been pulled out of the body.

The sound of artillery in the distance was still roaring, and burning steel kept falling from the sky, like an endless rain.

One hundred and twenty Conqueror tanks formed the spearhead of the attack. The thick and long barrels and the almost red-hot coaxial machine guns continuously sprayed tongues of flames, slanting fierce firepower towards the gap between the curved firepower of the rear artillery.

Tens of thousands of clone infantrymen held the Ripper rifles, chasing the tracer flying all over the sky, roaring and charging, desperately rushing towards the blasted scattered bacteria mutants, using the most primitive voice Vented the boiling anger.

Ahhh!!!

chatter--!!

The bruised and bruised fungus mutant, which was scraped by heavy artillery shrapnel, let out a wail, and it seemed to be roaring. Its plump body was beating like an umbrella, and it continuously squeezed out clouds of dark green spores.

The dark green spore cloud is like some kind of elixir. The mutants that came into contact with it groaned happily, staggered up from the bomb crater, and the limbs that were damaged by the explosion were also visible to the naked eye. Speed ​​heals.

Especially The Walking Dead and Corpse Dog!

As cannon fodder, although they are not good at offensive ability, they have extremely tenacious toughness, and after just taking a sip, they struggled and twisted their bodies to come alive.

In the blink of an eye, the dark green cloud had been sucked clean, but the big mushroom that released the spores shrank as if it had withered.

Discovering the situation here, the charging clone team immediately bit up, firing the rifles in their hands while maintaining the rhythm of the attack and continuing to charge forward.

The big mushroom had been shot several times, and was dying and about to fall down.

However, just when the clone team was about to rush to it, the big mushroom's body suddenly twitched violently like boiling water, and then a crack nearly one meter wide was split outwards!

Dozens of tentacles quickly drilled out of the gap, and whipped towards the oncoming clone soldiers like long whips!

chatter!

A clone trooper was whipped straight out of its mouth, and with a short, excited squeal, it dragged the hapless fly into its mouth like a hunting frog and pressed his head into it. Esophagus with caustic acid.

But before the big mushroom tasted the sweet flesh, a bayonet came out from the back of its head.

chatter!!!

A painful howl emerged from its open mouth and wound.

I saw it writhing the tentacles on the lower plate and retreating backwards as if it had eaten its stomach, and spit out the bloody corpse and digestive juice in its mouth in one gulp.

Before it stabilized its body and took a defensive posture, another clone soldier rushed in front of it, and its crazy bloodthirsty pupils were as dazzling as the shining bayonet in his hand!

Ahhh!!!

He roared, and stabbed the bayonet into the body of the mutant fungus, stirring it desperately from side to side.

The big mushroom that could only release healing spores quickly fell to the ground, and the walking corpses and corpse dogs beside them were also pushed to the ground.

A creeper rushed up and bit a clone trooper's neck off, only to be blasted to pieces by an oncoming tank shell.

The two sides launched a hand-to-hand fight.

Those clone troopers are even more like slime molds than the grotesque mutants, especially those pairs of bloodthirsty pupils regard killing as life!

Their lives are counted in seconds.

They came to this strange land across tens of thousands of kilometers of desert, just for the last moment of burning.

They kept falling, but no one backed up.

The turbid flesh and black mud merged into one, they painted the land red, and used the most primitive method to push the battle line forward, and then push!

dash forward!

Half of his body was exposed from the turret full of blood and mucus, and the Willant centurion let out a roar, urging his subordinates around him to attack.

Show these filthy and ugly bastards what real cruelty is!

We will make them regret coming to this world! Dedicate victory to the Marshal! Bring glory back to Triumph City! Bring death to our enemies!

charge!!

His roar was answered with deafening yells.

Ahhh!!!

Although they couldn't hear what the boss was screaming, going to death was indeed the best relief for them.

Behind them, soldiers in heavy protective clothing carried cylindrical metal cans and held disinfecting nozzles, slowly advancing.

From time to time, someone would stop, bend down, pick up some muddy and bloody corpses from the ground and throw them into the jar behind them.

Type B strains cannot grow outside the Baiyue province, but the fruiting bodies produced by the alliance's captive brood solve this problem.

In addition to large-scale synthesis through the incubator, the Alliance's Institute of Biology has also developed a portable disinfecting device-that is, the gadgets carried on the backs of these Willant soldiers.

Each culture tank stores a fruiting body inoculated with the genome of the B-type strain, which can continuously synthesize the B-type strain, while only consuming one corpse per square kilometer.

The B-type strains that erode the soil cannot survive in areas other than Baiyue Province. After completing the mission of killing the J-type strains, they will naturally disappear.

It can be said to be very useful.

At present, the coalition forces have recovered half of the land in Haiya Province by relying on this equipment.

The camera of the drone gradually zoomed out with the slowly rising bomb smoke and spore cloud, and dense figures spread all over the wilderness.

It's not just a team of 10,000 people who are attacking, but a team of 10,000 people from the Eastern Legion!

Even more tragic fighting and death can be seen everywhere on the whole muddy land...

It's not just the alliance that can see the decline of the torch, the commander of the legion can also see it.

In order to get more chips when dividing up the loot, they must control more territory!

And just to the east of the legion's battle line, the fighting on the alliance-controlled front was even more intense.

If the clones of the legion only regard death as relief, then the players of the alliance truly regard death as home.

Even if the Willanters never cared about the casualties of the clones, and even hoped that the ants would die faster so that younger and stronger cannon fodder would be sent from the rear, they would not dare to easily trap the clones in a tight siege... After all As a result, even the most death-defying individual will lose the will to fight and stop resisting.

Players, however, do not have this problem.

In order to spawn a few more monsters before they die, or to avoid friendly forces getting in the way, they will even take the initiative to go deep into the hinterland and be surrounded by torch mutants on purpose.

And this deceptive tactic also caused the Torch to suffer a lot in the early days of the war.

When they tried to annihilate the alliance's vital force through the tactics of dividing and encircling, they paid more casualties for it.

Going east beyond the Alliance-controlled area is the territory controlled by the Academy's Alpha Task Force and the Free State Hound Special Forces.

Further afield is the front line of corporate control.

In addition to the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division, which was first sent to the front line, there were also three infantry divisions and twelve mercenary regiments who rushed to the front line through the Prancing Horse Province to fight in this area.

People from all walks of life showed their talents on the front line, only the torch was beaten in exhaustion.

I saw that the broken ground was blue and purple, like a face with a bruised nose and a swollen face after being beaten.

Overlooking the shattered front line, the Human Sovereign standing in the void stared wide-eyed, gnashing his teeth to pieces, and he no longer had the calm and ease at the beginning of the war.

There are too many enemies!

Soldiers with guns rushed to the front line like locusts. He had just finished deploying to the east, and tens of thousands of people emerged from the west. After finally covering both sides, the Alliance plane threw a group of paratroopers in his face.

Now the threat wasn't just from the front, the back of his ass was on fire too.

No matter how good he was at calculating, he couldn't resist the countless fists greeting him all at once.

Die... die to me! Human Sovereign roared angrily, but no one could hear his roar.

He kept projecting his consciousness onto the evolutionary body on the front line, fighting on the front line in person, trying to reverse the defeat, but he lost his connection with the mortal body in just a moment, and could only repeat the cycle of connection and disconnection.

As if he was moved by his efforts, and also seemed to pity his futile struggle, a gentle voice came from above his head.

Enough, you've done enough.

Hearing the voice of the Holy Son, the madness on his face stagnated for a moment.

But only for a moment.

I can still fight... He panted, the madness from before the death of the last evolved body remained on his face.

Watching the crazy appearance, Shengzi sighed softly.

The fall of the kingdom of heaven is inevitable... Our time is up, the others are already on their way, and you should too—

no way!

The Renhuang, who was completely red-eyed, let out a furious roar, interrupting the light words.

He was like a wild animal cornered at the moment.

Staring at the burning battlefield under his feet, he said every word.

I will never retreat! My heaven is here...I'm not going anywhere!

In order for the kingdom of heaven to descend on this land, and for human beings to evolve to a higher existence, there are at least a million survivors who died at his hands!

After paying so many sacrifices, now his kingdom of heaven has finally descended on the mortal world, and all the sacrifices have finally paid off...No one can take away his kingdom of heaven!

He will fight till the end!

The blood shed for all this is not in vain!

Looking at the distorted face speechlessly, the Holy Son sighed softly.

I respect your choice……

When he was speaking, his emptiness eyes also brought a hint of madness, just like a black hole devouring everything in the world and even the space itself.

...I will witness the last moment of this miracle with you.

...

Low black smoke swirled in the air, and the broken clouds outlined bullet marks.

Standing on the bridge of the Heart of Steel, Chu Guang, like a Human Emperor floating somewhere, is also overlooking the battlefield that has been cultivated by artillery fire over and over again.

However, his demeanor and mood were much calmer than that of the lunatic with the torch, and there was not even much emotional fluctuation in his grim expression.

The outline of the coastline can already be vaguely seen outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge.

If it is fast, it will take a week, or if it is slow, it will take half a month at most, and the landing force will be able to complete the rendezvous with the northern line.

Then, the facilities of the Church of the Torch were searched and destroyed.

There is nothing worth noting about the details of the local battle. At this moment, Chu Guang is looking at the investigation report on shelter 182 sent by Fang Zhang through the holographic screen.

It was a refuge that had been abandoned for a century. After being restarted by the torch, it was transformed into a research facility, mainly engaged in research on projects related to Gestalt life forms.

Most of the research facilities and production facilities owned by the Church of the Torch are like this.

According to the investigation report provided by Fang Chang, in addition to discovering some improved production machines and three black boxes on the 4th floor of the shelter No. 182, they also found 120 cylinders used to soak the experimental bodies on the 5th floor Shaped culture tanks, and a giant glass tank that covers an area of ​​100 square meters and is filled with genetic modification stock solution.

In addition, there is also a large cold storage, which stores thousands of corpses that have not yet been processed or have research value.

Those corpses hung like meat in a cold storage, with either three arms or two heads, and almost none of them still maintained a basic human shape.

According to the frank confessions of the staff in the facility, the apostles of the torch screened out those who were suitable for injecting the genetic modification stock solution without obvious rejection reactions from the captured survivors, and then threw them into the culture tank filled with the genetic modification stock solution to soak for 3 days. ~7 days, some of them can be transformed into mutants.

Of course, even if unsuitable people with rejection reactions are screened out, only a part of them will be able to complete the transformation in the end.

After all, mutant itself is an unstable technology that has not been researched, and there are huge risks in terms of technical principles.

What's more, re-embryonicizing a fully developed adult and replacing it with a new genome to force its expression is no less difficult than putting a person back into the mother's womb for a new birth.

This is much more difficult than exchanging blood.

Even if the Church of the Torch has a certain advantage in biological technology, it can only achieve a good product rate of 67%.

And even for the 67% of the good products, more than half of them completely lost their minds during the transformation process because they couldn't bear the torture, and became like animals.

As for the guys who haven't turned into animals, their minds will also be distorted to varying degrees. The most common is schizophrenia, like a group of people living in one body, or loss of memory or imagining yourself as a cook or something like that.

The relevant research content is recorded in the experiment log, and there are shocking blood everywhere between the lines.

Torch also seems to realize that these things are not convenient to disclose, so it plans to destroy the originals while backing up the data.

Fortunately, his little players arrived in time and intercepted the apostles who were about to withdraw.

After reading the whole report to the end, Chu Guang sighed slightly and said.

... Just looking at the contents of this investigation report, the crimes of these guys are too numerous to write down.

Standing behind him, Heya, who had been silent for a long time, showed shameless guilt on her face, and lowered her head.

Feel sorry……

You don't have to apologize for the mistakes you didn't make, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swipe it lightly in the air, gathering the light blue speed of light on his fingertips and dispersing it, then looked back at her and said, What's more, you Your research results have made great contributions to the cause of us and even mankind, you should be proud and hold your head up.

Heya raised her head, but her complicated eyes still dodged a little.

The perpetrators of these crimes were her former neighbors, who may have even sat at the same table in the same cafeteria ... and possibly even her teacher.

But they are residents of Vault 117 after all...

It's just a part, even if only one person makes a different choice, it's still a different choice.

Chu Guang interrupted her, staring at those dodging eyes and continued.

What's more, there are many residents of No. 117 in the Institute of Biological Sciences of the Alliance. They are all very good people. You should be clear about this.

Those blue coats were rescued by the Alliance from Vault 401.

Although the number of people is not very large, their contribution to the advancement of the alliance's biotechnology is not small, and the prosperity of the alliance also has their share of credit.

Hera's eye sockets were slightly red, and she whispered something.

Thanks……

You don't need to thank me, I should have said something similar, Chu Guang said with a smile, I am not the only one who thinks this way, including Yaya who pulled you out of the dormant cabin, and other people who helped you collect Residents who study the material... we all think so.

The alliance does not engage in identity politics, and it has always been the case. Besides, not every resident of Vault 117 joined the torch, and some joined and then regretted it.

But then again, there was one thing he was always curious about.

According to various information, there are only thirteen forerunners of the torch, and among them is the holy son named Wang Yi.

However, according to the information collected during the investigation and visits of the Guard Corps, the number of residents who escaped from Shelter No. 117 back then was far more than that.

What about the rest?

Including Heya's master Karen... Where did the blue coats that once joined the torch go?

In fact, he was not the only one who was confused, even Sun Yuechi, the former manager of No. 70 Vault, had similar confusion.

Vault 70 and Vault 117 have been in regular contact for more than a century, including the exchange of research on mutant slime molds, etc... After all, the former is next to a huge nest, but they Not an expert in biology.

In Sun Yuechi's impression, the residents of shelter 117 were not like lunatics who could do that kind of bewilderment, nor did they have the ability to do it.

Most of the blue coats actually had a miserable life in the wasteland. The kinder wastelanders ignored them, and the crueler ones simply regarded them as fat.

Of course, this is not an excuse for the mistakes made in Vault 117, but he always feels that there is an invisible hand manipulating behind him... It is as if the Alliance is indirectly manipulating the situation in Borneo Province through the Baiyue Company. .

Although Chu Guang didn't like this guy's yin and yang metaphor very much, because the two were completely different, but he had to admit that he did have similar feelings.

Ten years after the Torch Church left Jinchuan for Haiya, the trajectory of its development was somewhat out of line.

The Iron Tower Organization is at least a beggar's version of the alliance. The local survivors spontaneously organized and established a self-help alliance, which is no more unbreakable than the Boulder City.

However, it is unbelievable that even Boulder City could not help them, they disintegrated the iron tower in a short period of time, and enslaved the survivors of the entire province.

The black boxes they possess far exceed the theoretical reserves of Vault 117, and they have armed one after another special combat troops with unbelievable equipment that even the most elite fighters of the alliance find difficult.

Chu Guang is not only curious about where the other residents of Vault 117 have gone, but also curious about what happened in the years after the torch arrived on the land under his feet...

At this moment, Lu Bei of the Guards Regiment walked into the bridge through the movable door, and gave a neat military salute.

Dear Manager... Sir, our investigators working on the front line have received a signal from within the realm of Heaven...

Recently, this kid has finally corrected the title of adult. Chu Guang is quite satisfied with his progress.

The only unsatisfactory thing is that although this guy often rereads what he has said, he rarely really listens to what he said.

Seeing that Lu Bei stopped talking suddenly, He Ya was very interesting and prepared to leave the bridge to avoid it, but was stopped by Chu Guang.

Stay here and listen together.

After speaking, Chu Guang looked at Lu Bei and continued.

The alliance has not yet reached the point where it needs to hide the illness from the 'doctor'. I remember that I should have said that all the information collected by the guards about the Church of the Torch is transparent to the Alliance Institute of Biology, and there is no need to ask me in advance.

Lu Bei lowered his head.

Yes, sir……

Knowing that this young man was also kind, Chu Guang didn't criticize him too much, but just signaled him to continue talking with his eyes.

Lu Bei paused and stated the information in full.

To put it simply, not only the coalition forces feel that the torch has come to an end, but the people inside the torch also feel that the torch is coming to an end.

Although the Torch Church has the word church in name, those teachings are actually just to fool ordinary people. In fact, the top leaders of the Torch do not talk about that stuff among themselves, but talk more about science and methods.

Although there is no lack of staunch idealists among them, there is certainly no shortage of opportunists and none of my business.

For example, Yule, who works for the alliance now, is the most typical of the latter. That guy himself doesn’t know what he wants to do. Before the war, he was a social animal of a pharmaceutical company. Confused, he was coaxed to sleep by his colleagues, and when he woke up, he arrived in the Wasteland Era. The torch beckoned and he followed without thinking.

There are also some researchers who have taken a fancy to the resources of the torch, hoping to use the resources of the torch to continue their unfinished research before the war.

In short, there is such a researcher among the top management of the Torch. Seeing that the torch, a crazy and deadly tree, is about to fall, he hopes to surrender to the viscoelastic alliance with intelligence and research materials, and exchange for a lenient treatment. Opportunity.

What's interesting is that, according to the senior researcher's explanation, the top executives of the Church of the Torch seem to be planning to escape through a secret device in his facility.

Apparently he was not on the strategic transfer list, so he took the opportunity to leak the news.

What's the name of that researcher?! Before Lu Bei could finish speaking, He Ya asked anxiously.

Lu Bei glanced at Chu Guang hesitantly, but saw that Mr. Manager just looked at him indifferently, and finally gave up and sighed, no longer hiding.

The name that person left us for identification was Kallen... I was also surprised at the time, but I don't think that person is like the guy you've been looking for.

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(Thanks to the leader of Wrestling Panda for the reward!!!)