This Game Is Too Realistic

In the spacious cave, the dark red smoke was filled with the sour smell of corruption, and grotesque monsters chanted and babbled.

They are huge, staggering in number, and even more numerous in variety, all in shapes and functions. Some have a powerful single arm growing on their chests, and some have multiple hands and multiple legs that look like centipedes.

The only thing in common is that most of them are covered with pustules, and their limbs are rotten and sore.

The dark red smoke seemed to be squeezed out of the pustules, and the huge mosquitoes and flies lingering around them seemed to grow from there, swarming around them like their offspring.

These maverick mutants call themselves plague monks, believe in the ubiquitous and omnipotent plague, and regard it as a treasure.

Rather than saying that these guys are mutants, it is better to say that they are stitch monsters born after countless mutants were dismantled and rearranged, and they have completely broken away from the concept of human.

This is especially true of the monster surrounded by the babbling shouts.

His name was Sodor, and he was the prophet of the Plague Monks and leader of the Bloodhoof clan.

It is fatter than Oron of the Rockaxe clan, with two heads sharing three eyes, and long horns growing from the skull are inlaid with rusty bells, as it shakes its head The practice made an ominous jingling sound.

The bloated body and sparse hair make it look like a plague pig, and with that amiable smile, it looks indescribably weird.

In front of it stood a bubbling pot of dark red soup, filled with the pus that had been squeezed from its pustules.

There was no fire at the bottom of the pot, but the boiling bubbles kept popping out, and cracked dark red smoke, just like boiling water. Only instead of boiling water, it's some evil pathogen.

It calls it original soup.

As the mother who bred the virus—or the gift, Sodor scooped up a ladle of pus with a wooden spoon, and poured it on the chorus of clansmen with a wicked smile and howl.

The mutants drenched all over by the pus groaned freely, and some shouted with excitement, and their distorted expressions of joy seemed to be blessed by the gods.

Compared to the happy lunatics, the short ones who shuttle between the legs of the big ones are much more pragmatic.

These goblins and mutant children scrambled to lie on the ground, frantically licking the raw soup given by the prophet, as if it were some delicious food.

Some goblins began to mutate, and their bodies swelled into a ball like foam. There are also some that curl up into a ball and seem to become even smaller, so small that they are almost unrecognizable, and then the body begins to tear, and is quickly eaten by the same kind.

Whether it's the cubs of the big guys or the short goblins, the surviving guys have become the plague monks who spread the plague, and joined the chorus cheering for new life and death.

The feeder holding a large basket of flesh-red fungus squeezed in from the entrance of the cave, and poured the filthy flesh-red fungus at the crowded believers.

The newly born plague monks rushed forward like wolves and tigers, scrambling to stuff the organic matter into their mouths, filling their hungry stomachs, and absorbing the nutrients needed for growth and development.

Amidst the strange babbling and belching, the bloody chaotic party continued endlessly, spreading the diseased body like a plague.

Satisfied with the new batch of works, Suoduo nodded in satisfaction, then picked out a bigger pustule from his body, and started to create the next pot of soup.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the cave, and a dozen human beings stripped of their equipment were carried in.

Among them were men and women, most of whom were seriously injured and fell into a coma. Several people were also awake, looking at everything in the cave with obvious fear on their faces.

Grabbing one of them by the neck, the three-meter-tall man with six arms let out a vicious grin, and raised the longest arm high, showing off the struggling antelope in his hand.

These guys are the Alpha team trying to sneak into the cave. After eating two brains, it figured out all the plans of these little mice.

Bathed in the cheers of the plague monks, it stared at the Prophet intently, with adoring pride and desire for rewards in its eyes.

Human stuff! Transparent! Thought we couldn't see! Quack quack!

Sodo had a loving smile on his face.

However, in the eyes of the Alpha task force member, that smile was as terrifying as the demon described in the old beliefs.

There was horror on his face, but because his throat was pinched tightly, he couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch himself being brought in front of that disgusting guy.

Sodo stared into his eyes, suddenly a slit opened in his bloated belly, and the bucket-thick intestines entangled him like writhing earthworms, pulling him violently into his stomach.

The last remaining consciousness seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking, and then his consciousness fell into darkness, turning into Sodor's full belch.

Looking at the captain who was swallowed alive, the rest of the team members who were still awake showed fear and despair on their faces.

Without hesitation, he poured a spoonful of the original soup on the brave man who brought the captives. Sodo looked at the captives at the entrance of the cave, and continued to yell loudly.

Take it to the hatchery!

Dedicated to the great Lord of Plague! Thanks to him for giving us the evolution!

The sound was like ten thousand cicadas flapping their wings in unison, and the rustling sound continued to echo in the empty and dark cave.

Oh oh oh!

A group of monsters twisted their frantic limbs, and their excited shouts shook the sky, as if even the mountains were shaking along with it.

The members of Mobile Task Force Alpha struggled to resist, but were eventually forcibly dragged to what was known as the Incubation Room.

It was a bottomless abyss, and there was a faint redness in the darkness, just like an extinguished volcanic crater.

The dark red mist that permeates the mountains seems to come from there.

There are several wooden cranes on the edge of the abyss, iron chains are wrapped around the winches, and a string of iron buckets are tied to the end of the iron chains, and there are still flesh-red fungus clumps on them.

A female player's face was pale, her lips were purple, and she whispered tremblingly.

...the brood.

It turned out to be a nest of mutant slime molds!

She must bring this news back!

However, this place is underground at a depth of an unknown number of meters, and the outside is covered with rocks of an unknown number of meters thick, so ordinary electromagnetic wave signals cannot be transmitted at all.

not to mention--

Falling into the enemy's hands, they are now hard to protect themselves.

Sacrifice to the great plague lord!

The plague monk who had brought her here grunted solemnly before dropping her into the abyss.

She felt a warm current pass through her body, as if she had thrown herself into a hot embrace. Immediately afterwards, that consciousness, like a kite with a broken string, disappeared in the darkness that could not be seen directly...

...

At the same time, on the mountainside on the south side of Broken Blade Mountain.

A group of heavily armed soldiers wearing gas masks stood on the ground like a statue, staring intently at the blood-smeared mountain in the distance.

That mountain of blood was like a halberd falling from the sky, splitting the eighty mile mountain road in half.

Alpha Team 13 lost contact...package not delivered to intended location, no explosion detected.

It is judged that all members are dead.

Plan C13 failed, start Plan B14...operation.

receive.

The C13 plan is for an invisible team equipped with optical camouflage to go deep into the cave to place explosives, and to collapse part of the cave, thereby destroying the fortifications built by the mutants in the mountain.

Apparently the program has failed.

Even in order to find out the cause of the failure and to formulate a more careful attack plan, they must recover the remains of the soldiers of the 13th Squadron and go deep into the cave to learn more about the battlefield situation.

The silent communication ended, and the soldiers waiting on the mountainside left the trenches in one order, forming a ten-man team and marching towards the Blood Mountain.

Unlike the 13th Squadron.

Equipped with heavy-duty exoskeletons and electromagnetic weapons, they are the backbone of the Alpha Task Force. They usually serve as the spearhead of the attack on the battlefield, and are responsible for clearing out dangerous targets that the academy's exploration team cannot solve.

At the same time, there was a deafening muffled sound from a distance, and the two 902mm train guns spewed out tongues of flame, pushing several bore-launched rockets carrying the warheads of kilo-level cloud bombs into the sky.

For more than a dozen breaths, piercing howls pierced through the thin clouds in the sky, and exploded into clusters of red clouds in the shape of mushrooms in an instant.

The scorching flames were like magma falling from the sky, almost engulfing the entire mountain area, and instantly evacuated the oxygen within several kilometers.

The strange red mist lingering on the peak of Blood Mountain was completely blown away.

Facts have proved that all demons and ghosts are nothing but paper tigers in the face of sufficient equivalence.

Of course, the concept of offense and defense is always relative, and the premise of everything is enough.

There was a slight landslide on the mountain, and a large stone rolled from the 3,000-meter-high mountain to the foot of the mountain, but the entire mountain still stood there motionless.

Even the rising heat looks as if the whole mountain has been roasted.

In a few minutes, the coalition forces poured at least ten 902mm heavy-duty rocket-extended range bombs towards the Blood Mountain area.

This is enough to fill the shells of five carriages, washing almost all the places that can be washed, and not even a single ant will be left.

Meanwhile, two hundred-man squadrons of Mobile Task Force Alpha had pushed to the front.

They arrived with a full 200 quadcopter drones dangling from cartridgeless rifles and grenade launchers.

Unlike the alliance's drones, the college's drones are not only more sci-fi in shape, but also have various integrated functions.

At the same time as the drone attack formation launched, brilliant lights and shadows suddenly appeared below the drones, forming colorful portraits.

General Lium, who was watching the battle on the Loyalty airship, looked straight at him, thinking it was some black technology like teleportation.

But he soon realized that this thing was just a holographic projection, and the soldiers who appeared out of nowhere were not real ones, so he sat back on the chair.

Oh, pretending to be a ghost.

He mocked with disdain, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

There is one thing to say, this holographic image is so realistic that it can be confused with the real one.

If the drones and dummies were firing at the same time, it's hard to say whether soldiers on the front lines would be fooled by those camouflaged targets and spread the fire.

It's useless to see through those illusory targets that are actually holographic camouflage, after all, those drones themselves are bunkers that provide cover for the members of the Alpha Task Force.

If you shoot at the drones that don't carry much ammunition, you will hit the arms of the slugs in the swamp.

If these guys are used as imaginary enemies to engage in firefights, the most serious situation his soldiers will face is probably not distinguishing between drones and optical camouflage, but among a group of dummies and a few real people Identify real targets.

This is true on a tactical level.

But at the strategic level, the officers under him may have to face no less trouble than the soldiers on the front line.

Although the academy didn't show it in this battle, according to Lium's judgment, since they can use holographic light and shadow to provide tactical cover for the front-line combat troops, there is no reason why they can't realize the strategic obstacle method.

For example, they can use a few drones to disguise as a non-existent army, thereby forming strategic fraud.

Those slugs in the swamp may not be good at large-scale battlefields, but their intrigue skills are among the best in the wasteland.

The more Lium thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his palms couldn't help sweating.

He secretly made up his mind that when this battle is over, he must seriously write a report and tell the situation here to Triumph City.

The guys in the north are not as weak as they seem, and they may even be more difficult to deal with than the idiots in Ideal City...

Just when Lium was secretly startled, the academy's Alpha mobile task force had already attacked the halfway up the blood mountain.

After the unreasonable bombardment before, the mutants on the blood mountain seemed to be scared, and they shrank in the cave and refused to come out.

Of course, it may also be that they planned to place the battlefield in caves and tunnels where support firepower could not reach from the beginning, and take advantage of the terrain to deal with the invaders.

The soldiers of the Alpha Task Force didn't talk nonsense with them either. Under the cover of drones and holographic light and shadow, the vanguard rushed into the entrance of the cave halfway up the mountain.

Almost at the same time they entered the hole, the battle broke out instantly!

The flames flickering from the gun muzzles turned the dark cave into daylight, and the tracers drawn by the bullets opened up the way forward for the team that did not go deep into the cave. The flames and shrapnel from the grenade explosions continuously harvested the lives of the mutants.

The twisted and ugly looks of these mutants are tingling, but that's about it.

Facing the dense firepower net of assault rifles and Gauss rifles, the mutants who resisted with flesh and blood were beaten back steadily, and they couldn't even do a decent resistance.

Under the cover of optical camouflage, a group of four broke through the defense of the Bloodhoof Clan like a bamboo shoot, and they have already captured two tunnels in a row and are still unscathed, only five drones were destroyed.

The four team members wearing gas masks fired silently while communicating silently on the communication channel.

It stinks.

It stinks.

Canned herring.

It stinks better than that.

...how did you smell it?

...?

The four of them immediately realized the seriousness of the problem, and their individual three-defense system was actually broken through!

The stench lingering in the cave became more and more obvious, and that stench brought not only a strong sense of nausea, but also mental trance and unnatural hallucinations.

Those belonging to the Science and Technology Committee did install some prosthetic bodies and plug-ins to improve physical functions, but they were only general components for improving combat efficiency, and they could be disassembled for others to continue to use after death or retirement.

And they themselves are not rich enough to be able to customize a set of bionic immune systems for themselves like college researchers or corporate residents.

Realizing that he might be infected with Naguo mycelium or something similar, the team leader immediately gave the order to retreat.

However, at the moment when their offensive stopped, the mutants of the Bloodhoof Clan suddenly showed their ferocious fangs.

They can see that the phantoms constructed by optical camouflage are actually the camouflage of the group of human things in front of them.

This is understandable, after all, they are also pretending.

Not only did they pretend to be weak and deceitful, they even lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Seeing those guys getting up from the ground, the team leader with three teammates couldn't help but sink in astonishment.

The chance of survival was less than 13%. He immediately made a judgment, transmitted the battle video stored on the brain chip to one of the drones, and set up automatic return.

Almost at the same time he completed this operation, an ugly monster stepped out from the front of the passage.

Its body is plump and bloated, its eyes are silly, its stomach is cracked like a big mouth, and circles of fat intestines are exposed outside, like a mop dragged on the ground, even blocking two short feet.

In the Bloodhoof clan, it is only a member of the Plague Monk, one of the disciples of the Plague Lord, and a servant of the prophet Sodor.

It held a big gun with a weird shape in its hand. It didn't wear a piece of armor, but it was covered with serious scars everywhere, so that the four alphas couldn't analyze its weakness for a while...

...

The battle on the front line is still going on.

At this moment, on the Broken Blade Mountain in the distance, a group of Willanters are watching the battle on the front line.

General Modlin, the commander of the 310,000th regiment of the Legion, held a telescope in his hand and stared intently at the direction of the halfway up the Blood Mountain.

All seems to be going well on the front line.

However, what made him frown slightly was that the red mist that was dispersed by the cloud bomb before seemed to gradually return...

The adjutant standing next to him couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and complained in a low voice.

So what's the point of their long series of numbered battle plans? In the end, they are not the same as us.

Even the artillery projecting heavy firepower was sent by the Southern Army.

General Modlin was silent, just watching the front line silently.

I heard that the academy's battle plan has a total of dozens of G's, and the number of operations alone has written more than a dozen pages of catalogs, so the preparations are quite sufficient.

Not to mention his adjutant, even he himself was very curious about what was written on those dozens of G documents.

It's a pity that the academy didn't intend to disclose the battle plan, and only submitted the plan to the highest command of the coalition forces, that is, Chu Guang, on the premise of keeping it confidential.

It was precisely because of this that he could only use his eyes to confirm what the academy was planning to do.

This is a rare opportunity to get to know the opponent, and he doesn't want to simply miss it.

Coincidentally, on the top of Broken Blade Mountain, Commander Spring, the head of the Storm Corps, was just looking at the direction of the front line just like him.

Unlike NPCs like General Modlin, as a player, he can see the entire content of the Alpha Task Force's combat plan on the Wasteland OL official website forum.

It's just that he was confused when he saw that thing—even to the point of being confused.

It's not that the people in those colleges don't speak human language, or their descriptions are too abstract.

On the contrary, they wrote too much detail!

These guys made statistics on every mutant on Blood Mountain, and analyzed their attack methods and weakness information through the battlefield analysis AI.

Not only that, but based on these statistical information, they even made meticulous designs on the tactics and equipment used by mutants of different sizes, weights, and characteristics encountered by front-line combat soldiers.

The entire tens of gigabytes of information is like a long-reading game guide, and even guides what skills to use for what kind of mobs you encounter.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this kind of behavior itself. The pamphlets sent to soldiers by armies of various countries will also mention some tips on the battlefield, asking recruits to memorize them, so as to improve their chances of survival on the battlefield...

However, no matter what, it is not accurate enough to the cumbersome and complicated level of shooting a few shots at what kind of target.

Commander Springs couldn't even tell for a while whether this was the unique formalism of the Wandering Swamp, or their commander really believed that such an overly lengthy plan would really come in handy.

However, considering that the soldiers of the Alpha Special Service Mobile Team are equipped with bionic prosthetic bodies like the enterprises, and have received more professional training than the enterprise recruits, maybe they have their own understanding of combat.

Good guy... Do you need so much ammunition to hit such a mountain?

Standing next to the spring, running to the edge of the front line to join in the fun, I couldn't help but complain.

Unlike Brother Quanshui's focus, he focused more on the round of 902mm heavy artillery fired earlier.

The fireworks are indeed exciting enough, but the firepower density is a bit beyond the standard.

With such a heavy cannon pounding down, he couldn't help feeling sorry for Ah Guang for the wasted ammunition.

Commander Quanshui frowned and said.

If they can gnaw down this position, it will be worth doubling it again.

Edge Paddle gave him a strange look.

You think they won't be able to fight?

Don't say it's them, we're all choked up.

Looking at the edge of the stunned expression, Commander Quanshui paused for a moment, looked at the blood fog that filled the mountain again, and continued to speak with a solemn expression.

...I always have this feeling that it's probably not the 'false brood' we've seen in Jinchuan Province.

The so-called pseudo brood is the core of Naguo.

According to the research of Kingdom of Heaven by the biologists of the Alliance, that thing is based on the mother nest of Qingquan City, which is similar to the mother's nest. It releases spores and interferes with the will of the infected.

Before the kingdom of heaven enters the fourth stage, as long as the nest of Naguo is destroyed, the kingdom of heaven can be prevented from coming.

But this stuff doesn't look like Nago.

After all, in his impression, mutants can rely on their strong immune system to be exempted from the influence of Nago directly, and they cannot be used as seedbeds for the mycelium of Nago to reproduce.

In other words, the Ten Peaks Mountain does not actually have the foundation to descend to the kingdom of heaven.

But it would make a lot more sense if those spores were produced by mutant slime mold broods.

The expression on the edge of the water changed slightly.

You mean... that thing is a real thing?!

Commander Quanshui nodded, held up his binoculars and continued to watch in silence.

Almost every brood they encounter is different.

He has reason to believe that the guy in front of him is the same, he has his own understanding of evolution, and has made a completely different choice from Qingquan City's brood on the road to evolution.

However, a brood that can coexist with a manic guy like a mutant sounds a bit too unbelievable. How did two extremely aggressive things achieve peaceful coexistence?

And if his speculation is accurate, then the setting of this thing is too similar to Xiao Yu...