This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 605: Biomass Armor

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The southern suburbs of Jinhe City.

There is an inconspicuous factory building in a deserted city.

The spacious courtyard is filled with cargo boxes that have been abandoned for countless years, and a few tufts of grass are swaying in front of the rusty iron gate.

A few green heads were hidden in the shadows of the factory windows, vigilantly monitoring the nearby streets.

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

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

The tall buildings blocked the continuous gunshots, and only one or two loud explosions from time to time reminded Garn that the flames of war had reached the edge of his nose.

Now that the sound of the explosion can no longer be heard, Jiaen's mood has not improved at all, but has become even more irritable.

Just now he learned that his men had retreated from the surface to the underground, which also meant that the Qi tribe's lair on the surface was completely lost.

Standing at the door of the warehouse building, Jia En's fists were clenched, his teeth were almost broken, and his angry eyes almost burst out with fire.

The nest was occupied by a group of two-legged animals....

Such a shame and humiliation has never happened in a century!

Noticing Garn, the mutant who was guarding the window quickly left the window, crawling on the ground and trotting to open the door for the patriarch.

With the sound of creaking metal, the rusty door opened a crack, and an old mutant man with a stooped figure emerged from the crack in the door. He looked at Garn and bowed slightly.

"Patriarch."

Gaen was usually quite 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, Gaen reached out and grabbed his collar, staring at him with big copper-bell eyes.

"Where is the support I need?"

Gomo said calmly.

"It's all here."

Seeing that he still looked calm and composed at this juncture, Garn suddenly became furious, spitting and shouting.

"You know what I want is not the pile of fire sticks, what I want is something that can remove the iron lump! Tell the people with the torch! If they continue to dawdle, they will guard the research institute themselves. Okay!"

Of course, he just said this.

Without the support of the Torch, the Qi tribe might have been wiped out by the Alliance in minutes.

Not to mention those modified prosthetics.

It’s strange that the tribe’s own processing technology was so difficult to make an automatic rifle that it jammed three times and one shot jammed.

He knew very well that it was okay to use the meat from the biological research institute as a bargaining chip to threaten his allies.

But if the "Champion" Institute of Pharmaceutical Biology really falls, the Qi Tribe may immediately lose the support of the Torch Church.

Looking at Gaen, whose face was twisted with anger, Gomo sighed softly.

He still remembered that a few days ago, the young patriarch comforted himself with a confident face, saying that he could just continue the ceremony and there was no need to worry about things on the battlefield.

However, after only a few days of hard work and a small setback, he became like this. Not only did he forget what he said, he even placed all his hopes on the outsider, the Torch Church. On my body...it's nothing more than that.

This is also expected.

After a pause, Gomo slowly continued.

"That's what I'm talking about, and it's here too."

Jia En was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

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

The expression was 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.

Maybe this is it

This kind of innocence led them to this unimagined land...

Garn loosened his grip on the collar of the old priest in front of him, and his tone was slightly polite.

"Take me there."

"Follow me."

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

With desire for power flashing in his eyes, Garn followed without hesitation and stepped into the dark factory building.

It was dark inside the factory.

In order to avoid being discovered by Alliance aircraft, there are no lights here.

Gaen squinted his eyes, adapted to the dim light in the factory, and soon saw cylindrical culture tanks filled with dark green liquid.

A two-meter-tall body is soaked in a culture tank. Their skin is gray-black, with everted fangs and tapering chins. If you look closely, there is a layer of fine hairs. Under that tall and thin body there were muscles that could be seen with fiber texture. Although not many, they were very explosive, and they were surrounded by a circle of wrinkled flesh membrane.

Gaen walked in, his eyes widening slightly.

Looking carefully, the fleshy membrane surrounding the body is actually two pairs of folded wings, extending from the armpits to the crotch!

He has never seen such an ugly monster.

"....This is?"

Gomo walked up to the culture tank and said softly without answering the question.

"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 be tolerant enough to accept all the genes that people design for it... and mutants are such a framework. Even if it is still far away from the proposition of the most perfect life, it has already Achieved the first step to a perfect life."

After a pause, he continued.

"It is the most perfect "carrier" on the planet, an almost universal multi-functional platform!"

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

The most perfect life?

He has no doubt that he is the most perfect being, and he does not feel at all that he is far from that proposition.

As for what carrier and what multi-functional platform...

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

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

"...We can implant all the good qualities we need into this perfect carrier, so that we can innately surpass the capabilities of all machines. For example, Goliath can devour almost all organic matter and destroy it. It is converted into biomass that can be used by us. The piles of corpses outside can be converted into biomass raw materials useful to us. Take the bat-winged people in front of you, they can fly on their own without the help of aircraft. Flying freely in the air."..."Bat-Winged Man." As he chewed the name, the confusion in Garn's eyes gradually turned into understanding, and then into fanaticism.

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

My own ethnic group will undoubtedly become the masters of this land! Didn't that Heart of Steel just bully them into not being able to fly?

However, this idea only lasted in Garn's mind for less than a minute. When he saw the small number of poor bat-winged people in the factory, the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually cooled down.

"Being able to fly...that sounds really good, but it's a pity that the number of these little guys is too small." Garn touched his chin and analyzed it calmly, "There are only a hundred or so of them in total. , I’m afraid it’s not enough for that iron lump stuck between the teeth.”

It would be nice if there were more.

Seeing the thoughts in the patriarch's belly, Gomo smiled calmly 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 bat-winged people deployed in the entire Jinhe City."

The boy who added grace

Kong shrank slightly, and the enthusiasm that had died down resurfaced in those bloodthirsty eyes.

Tens of thousands!

One person's spit can flood that airship!

Looking at Gaon who had regained his fighting spirit, Gomo slowly continued.

“The Heart of Steel has great firepower and has a deflector shield that is immune to almost all kinetic energy weapons, but it is unable to deal with threats from close range... The Alliance took advantage of this weakness in the first place. , captured the Heart of Steel from the Legion, of course we can also use the same method to remove this airship from

Taken from their hands. ”

"Now that the Alliance's troops are basically in Jinhe City, the defenses on the Heart of Steel 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?" Garn grabbed Gomo's shoulders and said excitedly, "Hurry up and do it!"

As long as we can seize the airship and bombard the Alliance soldiers in the city, even if we can't wipe out those nasty guys, we can at least reduce the pressure on the front line.

"Don't get excited, I haven't finished speaking yet," Gomo coughed slightly and continued, "The bat-winged man's genes have not actually been designed yet. Like Goliath, they are still groping and learning from practice. The stage of experience. One of the most obvious flaws that has not yet been solved is that they need to be under the influence of a psychic interference field to exert their full combat effectiveness."

Jia En stared at him with his eyebrows knitted together like a caterpillar.

"What do you mean."

Gomo continued.

"To put it simply, without a backbone, they are a group of mindless wild dogs that only know how to bite the targets around them and then eat. We need a warrior who is strong enough to drive them to fight with his own will. ”

As he spoke, Gomo turned around and walked to the end of the warehouse, standing in front of a huge culture tank.

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

Its whole body is covered with black scales, and it is more than four meters tall. It has a human-shaped outline, but it doesn’t look like a human, but more like a skin bag...or armor!

Following Gomo and arriving here, the moment Garn looked at the culture tank, his eyes were completely glued to it and couldn't move away.

The scarlet flesh and blood swelled on the inside of the open skirt, 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 him.

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

As the button was pressed, the culture tank quickly made a loud pumping sound, and the dark green liquid was drained away before long.

The hatch slowly opened, completely displaying the biomass armor in front of Garn's eyes.

The pitch black scales and thick biomass shell were exposed to the air

In the middle, the meat membranes on both sides of the ribs are gently beating, and the wrinkled flesh wings are spread out on the back to both sides.

What made Garn unable to take his eyes away was not just the pair of black wings, but the swelling chest.

The muscles there seem to have the power to tear steel! Garn asked.

"....What is this?" Gomo replied softly.

"A kind of biomass armor, its name is Nightmare. It not only has terrifying power, strong biomass armor and the ability to fly, but the most important thing is that it can generate a powerful psychic interference field. It can command all bat-winged people."

Nightmare....

Jia En chewed the name over and over again, feeling very fond of it.

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, and when it becomes a part of your body, you will naturally understand how to use it. It is as simple as breathing... But you have to think clearly, once you put it on Once it's on, it's impossible to take it off again." "Just what I want!"

Gaen laughed loudly, took off his clothes without saying a word, walked forward with his naked body, and stepped into the culture tank.

The Qi tribe respects the strong.

Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

As the strongest person in his clan, he would never give up this opportunity to become stronger to anyone else!

Even if he knew there were risks, he was still willing to give it a try!

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

The sharp interface pierced into his flesh and blood, and countless tiny cilia became entangled with the nervous system of his body.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sudden severe pain made Garn couldn't help but let out a roar of pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles all over his body were shaking as if they were being electrocuted.

The pain was hundreds of times greater than that of prosthetic surgery. He felt like something was stuffed into his body, and he also had part of his own flesh and blood

Swarmed into that guy.

The first thing to be integrated is the nerves, then the blood, and even everything in the body!

Gaen felt as if he had returned to the chaotic placenta, with an invisible umbilical cord binding him to the mass of flesh surrounding him. ….When he opened his eyes again, it was already an unknown amount of time later.

Gaen can no longer feel his original body, and his consciousness seems to have completely integrated into a new body——

A stronger body!

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

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

Gomo stared at the reborn Jiaen with bright eyes, and a trace of enthusiasm gradually emerged in the muddy boy's eyes.

Although this road is full of twists and turns—

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

Gaen shook his powerful fist and looked at the stage with satisfaction

Gomo at the bottom of the stairs.

"By the way, how are those bat-winged men made? Can the church people make more of them?"

Gomo lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully.

"Same as Goliath, they are mainly bred from juvenile mutants. The yield may not be as exaggerated as you think...but I believe that as long as you give them enough time, they will definitely be able to do it for you. Build an invincible air force."

Gaen 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 Ga En. A hint of surprise appeared in the amber hole, and then the surprise turned into pleasure.

That’s it.

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

Although he felt something was wrong, he didn't take it to heart. As long as you can get stronger power!

Anything that doesn’t matter is fine!

"Roar one by one!"

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

The mutants retreated in horror

The same goes for the aging Gomo, but there is no trace of panic in his eyes, only enthusiasm.

As if hearing his orders, the bat-winged men in the culture tanks opened their closed eyes one after another, and frantically beat the glass of the culture tank with their hands, feet and teeth, dragging the wet Da Da's body emerged from inside.

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

But as Garn thought, such trivial issues were irrelevant.

Looking at the beasts with hideous faces and sharp teeth, a cruel smile appeared on Garn's face.

.....It’s time for revenge! ”

At the same time, on the roof of an office building several kilometers away from the factory, 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 weapons deployed by the Torch Church in this city have finally been activated. .... Monsters with sharp teeth and sharp mouths were roaring towards the steel giant, led by a beast.

Soon it will all be over.

Although I don’t know where Luo Gan has gone, from now on, there will no longer be any dirty things that will interfere with the arrival of the holy kingdom of heaven on this land.

Slowly looking in the direction of the airship, Arzu's lips curled into a cold sneer.

"A group of blood-sucking moths sitting on the legacy of the past. Instead of rebuilding the old utopia and educating the ignorant people, they drove the car in reverse back to the era of prosperity. But they picked up the wreckage of a frigate. He is so arrogant that he doesn’t know the heights of the world.”

A ship of this level.

Not even cannon fodder during the three-year war. He sneered and squeezed out the words from between his lips.

“Aren’t you very good at fighting?”

"I want to see if you have the ability to leave a whole body for yourself."

Northern Jinhe City.

The front line of the battle between the Alliance and the Strange Tribe.

After controlling the entrance to the subway station and the streets leading to the "Champion" Biological Research Institute, the alliance's ground forces did not continue to advance. Instead, they steadily built a new line of defense and waited for supplies from the rear.

After a whole day of fighting, most players have almost exhausted their ammunition. Even if they can carry it, the guys in their hands can't.

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 command headquarters has given the frontline troops sufficient autonomy to make decisions and choose the order in which tasks should be completed based on the situation on the frontline.

That is, players can decide for themselves whether to give priority to attacking the "Champion" Biological Research Institute, or to pursue the victory and annihilate the mutants who escaped into the subway.

For the convenience of communication and brainstorming, the discussion will be conducted in the player section of the official website forum as usual.

But it is said to be a discussion, but 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 Biological Research Institute was the top priority.

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

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

Once the Alliance breached the research institute and destroyed the "Kingdom of Heaven" that descended on Jinhe City, the Qi tribe lost their greatest strategic value to the Torch Church.

And if we turn around and surround the research institute and make the annihilation of the active forces in the subway the primary goal, although we 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 produce new ones. variables.

After losing a bishop of the diocese, it is impossible for the Torch Church to remain in the dark until now. Even if there is no bigger move, a new one will definitely be sent over.

A quick victory is the most beneficial option for the alliance, even if the mutants have to be eliminated later

It's worth spending more time on the Human Remnant Party.

It only took ten minutes for the commanders of the various corps to reach a consensus. However, at this moment, the commander of the spring water, which had not bubbled up all this time, suddenly said something. …."I always feel that your progress is too smooth."

Previously, the Storm Corps took over the work of the Jungle Corps, suppressing bandits in the mountainous forest areas of the northern border of the alliance, and did not participate in this server event.

Although his corps had nothing to do with this event, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel itchy when he saw the lively discussion among the good brothers there, so he intervened.

I didn’t care about this guy’s troubles, so I typed on the edge.

"Isn't it bad to be smooth? (Funny)"

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

Midnight chicken killing: "Why do you see it?"

Commander Fountain: "Generally speaking, if there is no chance of winning at all, if I were the leader of the mutants, I would definitely turn around and run away. No matter how much the Torch Church gives me, if I have money but no life, I can use a hammer, no matter how important the relationship is, Well, you don’t have to risk your life for your allies, right? What’s more, with such a heavy fog, there’s nothing we can do if they really escape from Jinhe City. The subway extends in all directions, so you may not be able to stop them.”

Trash picking up level 99: "This is the logic...but it doesn't apply to mutants, right? Maybe they just look down on the old humans who have been slaughtered as sheep? Maybe they still don't I never thought I would lose."

Midnight Killing of Chickens: "+1, those animals don't seem to be that thoughtful."

Commander Quanshui: "This is not a matter of the mind. If they really didn't think about losing, they wouldn't retreat underground. Wouldn't it be nice to have a decisive battle with you directly on the surface?"

Fang Chang: "Well... I was thinking about this question just now, but I really want to

If they don’t come out, what other cards do they have left to use. And if there really is some kind of card that can turn the situation around, why didn't you use it earlier and only use it now? ”

Commander Quanshui: "Brother, think about it, how did we capture the Heart of Steel in the first place?"

Yin Leina: "Fuck, this guy is starting to show off. (Funny)"

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

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

Quit smoking: "Contain the ground troops, and then make a surprise attack... Damn it? You mean they might imitate us?"

The Mole on the Run in the Canyon: "But the problem is that mutants don't have planes, right?"

Commander Quanshui: "It's really impossible for those big guys to build an airplane...but I say what if, what if the biological weapons they master are not just the ones with thick blood and resistance to beating like Goliath and 'Roshan' What about the big guy and the guy who can fly?"

Fang Chang: "So far we have not witnessed the kind of flying elite monster you mentioned...but what you said makes sense. Since the Torch Church can cultivate biological weapons that defy common sense, It’s true that the possibility you mentioned cannot be ruled out.”

The Mole on the run in the canyon: "Well, except for the phaser cannon that needs to be deployed in advance

In addition, to deal with airships with deflector shields... gang-hopping is indeed the only effective tactic. ”

Debt-eyed: "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 suggested that, just to be on the safe side, would it be better to transfer a team of people back to the airship? Anyway, you have already pushed it to the door. ."

Lao Bai: "Understood, let's go back! (Baring teeth)"

Regardless of whether the mutant has this card hidden in his hand, leaving a personal anti-stealing tower on the high ground can reassure teammates who are pushing down the tower.

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

There are skeleton corps, death corps and so on

With the brothers from the Jungle Corps, it is more than enough to take down a research institute.

C is really a mosquito: "Oh my god... I climbed up the stairs to watch your discussion. My **** tightened when I saw it, and I got the **** back online! (Horrified)"

Ye Shi: "Don't panic, brother will come back to accompany you... (squinting smile)".

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