This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 594: Just leave your heaven to yourself

www.lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapters of this game is too real!

"...The Son is above."

Beside an abandoned water tank only a few kilometers away from the battlefield, a man in a hunting suit was standing next to a rusty guardrail. He held a telescope in his hand and stared blankly at the messy battlefield in the distance, repeating it repeatedly. With this sentence.

He is a hunter in Hope Town, his name is Liu Youxiong.

When the fog started earlier, the pastor in the town said some fascinating words, so Mayor Ma sent him to Pinecone Wood Farm to check out the situation.

Liu Youxiong did not dare to neglect.

Not only because this was the mayor's order, but also because Pastor Wei said that the Holy Son was angry and sent down divine punishment on the traitors and heretics who betrayed the torch.

His heart suddenly pounded. He was worried that the divine punishment might involve his family, and he also wanted to know what the divine punishment was.

So he mounted his horse and galloped all the way, and just when he was halfway on the road, the apocalyptic flames and roaring sounds frightened the horse under his crotch and almost knocked him to the ground.

Hurrying up from the ground, he immediately found a higher place and climbed onto the tower-type water tank standing alone next to the abandoned building.

Then I saw the next scene—

Boiling flames and charred corpses were reflected in the child's hole. Liu Youxiong swallowed unconsciously.

This is...

Divine punishment from the Son?

But---

Is the location wrong?

The ones burning in **** are clearly those ugly beasts, the gang of mutants who live in the city and drink blood.

He clearly remembered that those man-eating things were the vicious dogs under the command of the Holy Son.

Why

The slowly blowing hot wind cleared away the gray-green haze and the confusion in his heart.

His eyes passed by the smoke column that went straight into the sky, and he saw the steel airship far away in the horizon, which was flashing with dots of firelight.

Soon another round of artillery fire washed over the messy wilderness, just like the intense gongs and drums following a heavy hammer,

Strings of flickering fire engulfed the mutant troops.

At this moment, no matter how much he believed in the power of the Holy Son, he could still see that it was not the divine punishment of the Holy Son—

But the anger of the alliance managers!

"Ho-!"

His provocation was thrown back unceremoniously, and the surging anger twisted into a ball on Kulu's face.

Raising the ax gun in his hand, he let out a boiling beast roar.

In the pitch-black mud, muscular mutant warriors picked up weapons and hatred, roared and charged at the heavily armored human regiment.

If it is an ordinary light infantry, even if it is not destroyed by the previous round of artillery fire, it will lose its combat effectiveness.

After all, this is an unfortified wilderness.

In the previous round of bombing, the number of artillery shells dropped by the alliance even exceeded the number of people in this mutant force.

However, the blood flowing in the bodies of those beasts is the crystallization of the most powerful biological technology in the Prosperous Era.

Even if the limbs are blown off, even if the face is roasted

No, even if the heart is broken, the artery is severed, and the skull is filled with shrapnel... As long as they don't die on the spot, they can get back up from the dark mud and even pick up their broken bones as weapons. fighting.

Those twisted faces and pairs of bloodthirsty eyes are like evil spirits crawling out of the abyss.

Don't say fight with it.

Anyone who can muster up courage in front of these beasts can be regarded as the best among men.

What a pity-

The person standing in front of them is not a normal person. But the players.

Faced with the boiling roar and the murderous intent that could suffocate ordinary people, they would only think that this dog's plan is too awesome!

"Fuck...this is so exciting!"

Wearing K10 "Iron Wall" Heavy Duty

The exoskeleton, the player holding the XB-1 "Roarer" bolter swallowed.

Looking directly at the killing cry that made the earth tremble, his eyes not only lacked a trace of fear, but were filled with excitement and high fighting spirit.

He missed the last group fight with mutants. This time he was able to catch up!

I heard from the team leader that maybe I can even appear in the promotional PV!

Letting the surging fighting spirit burn in his chest, Midnight Killer stretched out the 19-bolt barrel welded to his arm.

"Brothers!"

No superfluous monologue—for uncivilized beasts.

For the bed bugs that lie on the back of civilization and **** flesh and blood. There is always only one thing they have to do.

While pulling the trigger, he roared with all his strength. "Kill!"

In response to the roar, there were boiling and hot shouts. "Kill!!!"

“For the alliance!” “Ouch!”

The deafening roar seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky, and for a moment, the roar of the mountain and the tsunami was eclipsed by it.

There were more than 500 mutant warriors who survived the artillery fire, but they were scattered on a front several kilometers wide.

Although the Jungle Corps only has 120 troops deployed on the battlefield via helicopters, both their fighting will and organization are at their peak.

The moment the group of beasts entered the shooting range, Midnight Killer was the first to pull the trigger, and more than a hundred players wearing heavy exoskeletons also opened fire.

Orange tracers danced wildly on the battlefield, and exploding firelight flickered in the muddy wilderness.

Faced with bolter fire, the mutants who advanced while firing fell one after another, but soon the battle line spread from the front of the Jungle Corps to the two wings.

This group of green-skinned animals is not really brainless, but most of them don't bother to use their brains when they can be solved with brute force.

After seeing the alliance's firepower and the heavy armor, Kuru immediately roared and issued an order, asking the minions to press forward at all costs and engage in close combat with the human soldiers.

According to his experience, once the men under his command come within ten steps, these two-legged animals will lose their will to fight.

And this battle will soon turn into a one-sided massacre!

The gray-green haze provided cover for the mutants' charge. Although they suffered continuous casualties, their running momentum did not slow down.

And the mutant troops the Jungle Corps encountered this time were completely different from the group of guys they encountered last time.

They are also green-skinned beasts. Most of these guys have been transformed into prosthetics, and their weapons and equipment are also more sophisticated.

Some of them carried heavy machine guns, some carried mortars on their backs, and some carried wooden baskets filled with grenades.

Relying on their powerful muscles, they can explode with strength comparable to that of an exoskeleton, and throw shot-ball-like bombs more than a hundred meters away.

The mutant soldiers gathered from all over the battlefield were like a big bowl, slamming into the Alliance's narrow position.

Looking at the battle line and the steel armors close to Chi Chi, Kuru sneered in his heart, with a bloodthirsty light shining in his eyes.

He swore.

He will use the most brutal method to kill the guy who provokes him.

What made him feel uneasy was that, facing the unstoppable charge from his side, the troops in front of him showed no intention of retreating.

What do these guys want to do?

Do you expect to rely on a few sets of exoskeletons to stop them?

Kulu felt uneasy. These two-legged animals seemed different from the animals in other places.

However, there is no time to hesitate.

In this battlefield with visibility less than ten meters, the two sides collided in just a few breaths, and started a hand-to-hand fight on the soil that had been cultivated by artillery fire.

"Go to hell-!"

A two-meter-tall mutant stepped out of the fog, shooting out arc-shaped fireworks from the shotgun in his hand

The chest of the Union soldier in front of him.

The lead bullet as big as a thumb made a dent in the dark breastplate.

However, the man who was shot did not even sway, he raised the muzzle of the gun and fired back with a 19mm armor-piercing bullet.

This is a distance of ten meters, just at the safe distance of the bolt gun.

The explosive bomb hit the mutant's shoulder, and a hot metal jet instantly erupted from the mutant's shoulder blade, scattering the ground with pieces of flesh and bones.

The mutant's eyes widened with bloodshot eyes, and he knelt down on the ground without saying a word,

Looking at the kneeling animal, the model worker grinned.

"MMP! You're a little too green to fight with me!" But it's a pity that he can't be handsome for more than three seconds.

The idea that had been brewing for a while was only half-way through when three or five more mutants jumped across the mud and rushed in front of him.

He calmly raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger, but when he heard a click, the model worker’s eyebrows jumped sharply. He immediately dropped the bolter and pulled out the logging ax hanging on the exoskeleton.

Almost at the same time as he swung the axe, the mutant closest to him had already used a long and thick chain saw to kill in front of him.

The metal-iron-covered skull has a trace of blood on it, and the twisted face is full of ferocious colors. This guy is still an elite monster - a prosthetic mutant!

He turned sideways to avoid the roaring fatal blow, and he deftly stepped forward against the chain saw that had been knocked into the soil. He lifted the ax in his hand from bottom to top, and struck it fiercely. Chop the mutant in the side.

With the touch from the palm of his hand, he could feel the shock of flesh and bone being separated. This blow broke several of the guy's lung tubes.

"Ho-!"

It was the mutant's resilience after all. The green-skinned animal with gnarled muscles let out a roar of pain, and its wide-eyed eyes almost oozed blood.

The muscles in its body swelled to the limit. It struggled to pull up the chain saw that was on the ground, and threw the creaking chain towards the human soldier beside it.

However, this second fatal blow was still avoided by the cunning guy.

"Is that okay? Brother."

The rolling chain made a grinding sound against the shoulder armor. Although he was frightened and had a cold sweat on his neck, the Voldemort Worker still sneered.

Regardless of whether the mutant understood or not, he pulled out an explosive bomb and hit the metal buckle on the guy's chest, and then struck it with an axe.

The moment the blunt tip hit the primer, the smoke of the explosion spurted out, and then dazzling sparks spread out from the tail of the explosive bomb.

The mutant staggered back a step, reaching out to pull out the hot explosive bomb nailed to his chest. Instead, he stepped on the corpse that had fallen not long ago, and rolled backwards out of balance. In the past, the last chance to survive was also lost.

"Bang!"

The hot metal jet penetrated his chest and came out from his scar-covered back, pushing the strong body upwards and twitching.

Wiping the blood on his helmet, the Voluntary Worker was about to take a breath, but saw another burly and majestic mutant rushing in front of him.

This time it’s another guy who is welding a cannon barrel with one hand and carrying a mace with the other. The prosthetic bodies on these animals are not the same!

"Oh my god...how many more of these animals are there!?"

An ax cut off the barrel of the gun that was hitting his chest. The model worker who received a hammer on his shoulder grunted, cursed in the communication channel, and then retaliated with a fierce axe.

We have exploded several rounds, why are there so many? ! The team's voice came from the communication channel.

"The mission briefing said five hundred to six hundred."

Listening to the noisy sound, one can guess the intensity of the battle.

Looking at the green head flying out, the model worker threw away the greasy ax and picked up the mace dropped by the elite monster.

"Are you sure there are only five or six hundred?!"

A rustling sound echoed in the communication channel.

".....

. No matter how much he has left, he is done with his mother-in-law! ”

Indeed.

Who cares how many more.

In this **** atmosphere, the model worker gradually gained some feeling, and his expression became ferocious.

If the opportunity is rare, then kill it quickly! "Received!"

The sound of gunfire in the wilderness is almost inaudible, but at a face-to-face distance, axes, hammers and chain saws are more useful.

For mutants with extremely tenacious vitality, a half-finger-wide bayonet looks like a toy, and may not be as hard as their bones.

And even if their stomachs are cut open, even if their intestines fall outside, they can still fight with the clubs in their hands. Only by completely smashing their skulls or poking holes in their chests can they truly fight. Kill them!

The same is true for Alliance soldiers who are armed to the teeth with exoskeletons. Penetration damage from sharp objects and rifles cannot break through the "iron wall" heavy exoskeleton defense.

Even an overloaded shotgun can only kill them with one hit if it hits the head. If it is a general-caliber rifle, its armor can only be damaged by metal fatigue through continuous shooting. Broken.

This procrastinating style of play is obviously not the style of this group of mutants. Coincidentally, the men of the Jungle Corps are not interested in flying kites and shooting at them at the same time.

So both sides chose to decide the outcome through a fist-to-flesh contest, and fought together in the most primitive way.

The chaotic battle situation is like a rolling meat grinder, ruthlessly swallowing up the living lives and spitting out fragmented meat.

Kuru's expression was ferocious at first, then crazy. When he finally killed the second Alliance soldier, his crazy expression uncontrollably turned into confusion and panic.

Whether it was quantity or strength, it was obvious that their side had the advantage, but the brothers who rushed forward were knocked down one after another.

Obviously hand-to-hand combat is their home field!

This was supposed to be their hunt! These guys...

Are they really human?

When the hot blood sprayed on his body and was licked into his mouth, he could be sure that the animals in front of him were those weak guys.

But when he saw that the soldier whose armor he had cut open with a chain saw not only did not run away, but instead rushed towards him with a ferocious look on his face while the roaring chain saw was cutting, Kulu was stunned.

In this ever-changing battlefield, any distraction could be fatal, and he soon paid the price for his confusion.

The shock wave of the explosion blew up his chain saw, and the broken steel debris and broken flesh hit his chest.

"Ah!"

Kuru let out a roar of pain and took two steps back. Looking at the fragment stuck in his arm, he pulled it out and threw it away in anger.

If Torch's experts hadn't helped him strengthen the structure of his prosthetic body, this alone would have been enough to render him incapacitated.

Using the ax gun to support his body, Kuru staggered up from the ground. He was as strong as a two-headed cow, but the steps he took forward were like a stumbling donkey.

These people are crazy. No-

They are not human at all.

But something else wearing human skin!

It is impossible for those weak two-legged beasts to be so capable of fighting. These guys are simply more like beasts than themselves...than themselves! The sound of fighting began to subside.

It was not because the enemies standing in front of him were exhausted, but because more and more mutants fell in front of those steel bodies.

It usually takes three to four of them to kill an Alliance soldier wearing an exoskeleton.

And this is the best case scenario.

The reality is that three Alliance soldiers form a team and support each other with the other two teams. They often lose more than a dozen lives without being able to chew off a head.

Even in a melee, those people still maintained a minimum of teamwork, killing like crazy while still thinking about the team next to them

Friends.

This is something Kulu cannot understand!

However, although he was full of hesitation, there was one thing he was sure of - if he continued to fight like this, the entire army would be annihilated sooner or later!

He searched the battlefield like a hungry wolf, and soon he saw the distinctive figure in the looming fog.

The black tower-like steel body stood in the center of the battlefield, like an insurmountable high wall.

More than a dozen soldiers fell in front of him, and the chain saw embedded in his left arm was still swinging non-stop, chopping off heads as skillfully as chopping down trees.

The flying plasma turned the man into a **** man, covered in scarlet from head to toe, like a living flag.

Although the guy denied that he was a manager, he was undoubtedly the leader of this group of humans.

"Haha, completely crazy!"

He seemed to be shouting something excitedly.

However, Kulu couldn't hear clearly, let alone understood. He only felt that the surrounding Alliance soldiers seemed to be inspired by the roar.

Kulu's eyes gradually became dangerous. He stared straight at the man and picked up a chain saw that could still turn from the ground.

Just kill that guy...

These people will surely collapse and run away!

Coincidentally, the man seemed to have noticed his gaze, and the man also looked towards him, showing a cruel smile through his helmet that was stuck with blood.

Kulu couldn't see his smile, but the moment he was stared at by those eyes, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and the humiliating anger immediately came into his heart.

He was a named warrior, but he was frightened by the food on the plate!

"Go to hell!"

He roared and rushed over.

The man saw this and did not dodge. He proudly raised the chain saw welded to his left arm and rushed towards him with a roar.

"Crazy!" "Totally crazy!"

Contrary to what Kulu thought, Brother Chicken had completely forgotten about command at this moment, and he even forgot that he was the commander of the corps.

He only has the last record in his head. He went completely crazy.

Standing in the sacred realm that did not exist on the ground, Luo Gan looked at the battlefield through his mortal eyes expressionlessly.

How barbaric this is...

How ugly...

Before, he was curious about how the Alliance would fight against the chess pieces he placed on the chessboard, but he did not expect that they would degenerate into beasts themselves.

There was a hint of boredom on his face, as well as a hint of compassion and sympathy.

The wasteland is such a dirty thing. In order to survive, people can only plunge into the jungle and turn themselves into beasts that eat raw hair and drink blood.

In this process, people have unknowingly become part of the jungle, turning every inch of soil into a **** where civilization cannot grow.

"...This twisted civilization should really start over again." With a trace of resentment and anger, he looked at the group of fighting flesh and said this in a cold tone. A monologue.

However, he soon realized that this was an annoyance that he should not have - he should guide those lambs to make glorious sacrifices in order to realize his great ambitions, and he should never decide a person's life or death based on personal feelings. Otherwise it is a blasphemy against life and ideals.

It is even more blasphemous to divinity.

"Sure enough, my practice is not enough..."

Luo Gan lowered his eyebrows, and while reflecting in his heart, he couldn't help but think

Find out the reason for the "undue anger". Is it because of Yin Yin?

That little girl is just like his granddaughter who died many years ago. She is naive but not bad in nature, a little naive but studious, and occasionally arrogant, but deep down she actually hates doing things that hurt others. ....For a farmer's child, this quality can be said to be kindness, or it can be said to be cowardice.

He was curious about what the child would look like, so he stood beside the elder

's stance gave her a few casual hints.

Unfortunately, before the flower was ready to bloom, it died in the flowerpot next to the laboratory window.

"Sure enough, it is impossible for barbaric soil to grow branches and buds of civilization, let alone a beautiful and delicate flower. Even if she survives, I am afraid she will not live well...Death is coming to her Saying it might be the gentlest ending."

He faced the empty sanctuary and muttered to himself, as if he was comforting himself or convincing himself.

"Sorry I couldn't save you."

"But I swear to you, when everything is over, you will live a carefree life in the new world, running freely under the sun."

"Everything that once bound you will no longer exist, and your worries will disappear along with the old world... It will be a kingdom of heaven that is more prosperous than the prosperous era, a true utopia that has come to earth."

He let out a soft sigh.

However, at this moment, a contemptuous ridicule suddenly broke into this sacred and inviolable territory from a place beyond his sight.

"Promising heaven on earth to the dead, using daydreams and lies to cover up your own incompetence... It's ridiculous, the way you think of ending this jungle is to kill everyone here ? You are not even as good as those big-nosed bastards. They set a fire, and the fire can really destroy this forest."

"Who?!"

Luo Qian opened his eyes and looked around, but could not see the source of the sound. Suddenly, his eyes shrank slightly, thinking of the chip left on Yinyin's body.

Those guys actually used her body to talk nonsense!

A flash of anger flashed through Luo Gan's muddy boy's eyes. He stretched out his hand to extinguish the annoying sound, but his skinny fingers were suspended in mid-air.

The majestic voice contained a hint of contempt and disdain, ignoring the weak and dead tree trunk.

"Even if we degenerate into beasts and fight this wasteland with stones, sticks, or even fists and teeth, we will never forget who we are and where we are going."

"Leave your heaven to yourself."

"We are not going anywhere, we will rebuild our own country on earth!"