This Game Is Too Realistic

In the afternoon, the sunlight is continuously stretched by the gray-green spore clouds. Although noon is the time when slime mold fruiting bodies are least active, this pattern is reversed in spring and winter.

Even though they were restricted by sunlight, due to the more suitable temperature, the frozen fruiting bodies glowed with the breath of life, and gray gas slowly floated out of their mouths and noses.

Perhaps it's because the prey hasn't appeared yet, so they don't have any other unnecessary actions.

He just stood quietly on the devastated street, his eyes blank, facing the direction where the life breath was most active.

As if waiting for something.

Union soldiers watched them too, light machine guns mounted on the edge of the windows.

Now is not the best time.

They were also waiting, waiting for the slime molds to gather in the streets, then calling in artillery fire to tear them apart, and then using machine guns to harvest the remaining remnants...

Alliance Defense Zone 06 is located at the waist of the entire defense line, which is divided into 20 sections. The pressure here is not as severe as Sections 10 and 11, and it is not as relaxed as Sections 1 and 20. It is calm at the moment.

On the forefront of position No. 1, there is a reinforced roof of an abandoned office building.

Quan Shui held the telescope in his hand and stared motionlessly in the north direction.

In the direction he was looking at, a four-wheel pickup truck with steel bars and buckets welded on it, under the cover of four players, drove out of the open door and ran towards the position that was wandering close at hand. Eaters.

Except for the driver who is a level 20 veteran player, the other four people are all new to the game.

They held bolt-action rifles in their hands, and carried crowbars or short rifles on their backs. They were dressed more "fashionably" than the predators, and their faces were more excited to try.

"Awesome! Is this the wasteland?"

"Are those zombies? They are a little shorter than expected, and why are they not wearing clothes?"

"Stupid! It's been 200 years, how can you still be wearing clothes?"

"What zombies? That thing is called a gnawer! It's a mushroom!"

"What the hell? Mushroom? Isn't this similar to Warhammer Green Skin?"

"I think the difference is quite big..."

Worried that these guys would get excited and miss the main business, the veteran player honked the horn while sitting in the pickup truck.

"Don't go on an outing and keep an eye on your target. I'm not kidding you. You have already reached the front line. This is no joke."

Their mission is simple.

Those are the gnawers in front of the clearing position.

Although these guys don't have strong combat effectiveness, as cannon fodder, they will consume the machine gun ammunition here in the Alliance position. Cleaning these guys regularly before the wave comes is a daily routine for each defense zone before the wave comes.

"Big boss, if you die in the game... what will happen in reality?" A female player wearing a football helmet was excited and nervous, holding the rifle tightly in her hand.

Being called boss for the first time, the level 20 player smiled awkwardly and joked.

"What happens when you get up?"

The girl was stunned for a moment.

"What will happen..."

"Will get up."

"puff."

In fact, it's not that simple. He still remembers the first time he died. He couldn't go online for three days, and his whole body was like ants crawling. He lay flat on the bed at night with his eyes open and couldn't sleep.

But it wears off after a few more experiences.

When people move from one environment to another unfamiliar environment, it is inevitable that they will not adapt, but after a period of time, most people can adapt to this kind of life of "switching back and forth between the two worlds."

Just as the two of them exchanged a few words, the nearby eaters started to gather in this direction because of the piercing horn blast from earlier.

The old player coughed and ended the chat.

Seeing Ju Jie coming over to nibble on the eater, the four cuties instantly tensed up their sensitive nerves.

A power player took the lead in raising the "Ripper" rifle in his hand, aiming at the one closest to him and pulling the trigger.

There was a gunshot, the bright light flashed forward, and gravel and dust jumped up from the concrete block not far away.

The huge recoil hit his shoulder, pushing his body back.

Although the shot was not fired, seeing the green smoke rising from the muzzle, the player suddenly became excited like a two-hundred-pound child, his face flushed with excitement.

This feels!

It's a real guy!

This is much more fun than the water gun!

Seeing the unfamiliar look, the old player in the pickup truck smiled.

He couldn't hit a slow-moving target at thirty meters.

However, he did not laugh at these newbies, but patiently pointed them out.

"Don't panic, you are a strength type, you can definitely press the barrel of the gun. Remember to spread your legs forward and backward, bend your knees, and your heart sinks. Don't stand there like a pillar. You can't run if you encounter a crawler. Drop—fuck, I didn’t ask you to run, why did you run?”

"I, I, I, let's kite!" An agile player retreated back while pulling the gun bolt to reload.

The veteran player couldn't help but hold his forehead while riding in the pickup truck.

"There are just a few gnawers. You can use a hammer to insert the side and ears of them! Stab them in the neck, and then hit their heads with the butt of the gun! It's not much faster than you shooting!"

The veteran player sitting in the car kept shouting instructions. Amidst the continuous sound of the horn, the nibblers surrounded his car.

He was already level 20, so he was sure he wasn't afraid of a few predators. He put down the handbrake and stepped on the switch, and the jagged bucket instantly pushed out a few predators that rushed towards the hood.

The four cute men were inspired by what they saw, and they also mustered up their courage, pulled out the crowbars and daggers on their backs, howled and rushed towards the eaters surrounding the pickup truck.

As the sticks and daggers greeted each other indiscriminately, black blood spattered on the battlefield, and soon there were more than a dozen gnawers lying on the ground.

The battle lasted for half an hour.

The cuties, covered in blood, were breathing heavily, but their faces were not tired at all, but instead they were getting more and more excited.

When they first saw these monsters with teeth and claws, they were shocked by the realistic modeling.

The result felt nothing more than that.

"Boss, I feel like this Gnawer is not good at fighting." The power player, who wiped the black blood on his face and carried a rifle, walked to the pickup truck and said with a smile, "Is there any stronger one?" Alien species? A little more exciting."

Sitting in the car, the veteran player lit a cigarette and immediately became happy when he heard these words.

"Stronger? That must be there! I'll take you to fight Death Claws later!"

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this.

"Really?!"

The veteran player said cheerfully.

"That must be true, but let's wait until you survive the wave."

Death is a factor that all players will eventually face. They will die sooner or later anyway, and there are still benefits to dying early.

According to players’ feedback on the forum, most people’s opportunity for growth comes after their first death.

Both the understanding of the game and the combat experience will be sublimated after three days.

The Gnawer cleanup mission came to an end, and everyone began to clean up the battlefield.

Under the command of the old player, four cute people carried the corpse of the Eater and carried it onto the pickup truck with a groan.

The fruiting bodies of slime molds can be used to produce nutritional paste and fertilizers, and can also be used to recycle active substances for making clones.

There is no problem in selling this car of corpses for dozens of silver coins. A few more visits will pay for an automatic rifle.

Standing on the top of the building, Commander Quanshui watched from beginning to end.

Kakarot, carrying the rifle, walked up to him and said with a grin.

"The quality of the people in this class is just okay."

"Indeed."

Putting down the telescope, Quan Shui also smiled and said, "There are shadows of our past."

Kakarot: "Hahaha!"

The girl who asked earlier, "What will happen in real life if the player dies in the game?" Although the girl looks timid, she actually behaves more calmly during the battle than she looks.

Although the power player missed his first shot, after getting familiar with the recoil and ballistics of the Ripper rifle, he quickly used the butt of the rifle to kill for the first time in his gaming career.

Although the Storm Corps does not accept rookies below LV10, their veteran players have always been tasked with "passing on the fire" as a mentor and apprentice to help those newbies who have just entered the game adapt to the rhythm of the current version of "Wasteland OL".

Although these fresh and tender leeks may be just a mess now, they will always grow in the future.

And when the time comes, these former rookies will make the Stormtroopers their first choice.

Therefore, he would often give members of the corps some opportunities to take the rookies to the front line to experience them during less important daily combat missions.

But at this moment, an abnormality suddenly occurred in the thick gray-green fog not far in front of the distant position.

Quan Shui frowned slightly and picked up the telescope he had just put down.

"The spore cloud activity index is increasing...the thick fog is approaching us." He took out the air monitoring indicator and took a look at it, then stood aside and said with a serious expression.

Without a trace of hesitation, Quan Shui immediately ordered.

"Sound the alarm and prepare for battle."

"yes!"

…

Thick gray-green fog rolled down the street, like a flood pouring from the sky.

The veteran player sitting in the pickup truck immediately realized that something was wrong, and at this time, the voice of his teammates came from the communication channel.

"A large number of alien species are approaching in your direction, withdraw your defenses immediately!"

"day!"

The old player cursed secretly, stuck his head out of the window, and shouted to the players who were still groaning and moving the corpse.

"Stop moving, get in the car!"

The four of them were stunned, but when they saw that the boss was not joking, they immediately threw away the body of the corpse eater and jumped into the back of the pickup truck.

The veteran player turned the steering wheel and turned around, taking a moment to glance at the upper display screen of the center console.

The air spore concentration index is 477!

Dude, it jumped up by 70 in just a few seconds!

Not daring to hesitate, he stepped on the switch and opened the door to the rear along the road.

At this moment, dozens of round pieces of meat suddenly fell in a parabola, dragging gray-green smoke pillars and hitting him thirty meters directly in front of him.

Just hearing a pop, the round piece of scarlet flesh exploded instantly, exploding into a thick mass of fog, like a physical wall.

He had never seen such a strange alien species before, and the old player's eyes were wide open.

Bomb victim? !

No--

Not like that!

Although the Martyr will release a large number of spores after the explosion, it mainly relies on kinetic energy and thermal energy to kill the prey, and the spores released are far less!

Freeing up his left hand, he grabbed a gas mask and put it on his face. He shouted at the communication channel.

"Put on your gas mask!"

Facts have proved that his judgment was correct.

It's a pity that I still underestimated the power of this thing.

Released from the meat ball were not only spores, but also countless digestive fluid droplets with a diameter less than 1 μm.

These droplets are rich in organic acids and dissolving enzymes, float in the air, and form tons of aerosols together with spores.

As soon as his pickup truck broke into the thick fog, the skin outside the exposed area felt a stinging pain like needle pricks, and then began to ulcerate in large areas.

This kind of itching pain is just stuck at the critical point that triggers pain shielding. It is painful and itchy, which makes people want to stop.

"Ouch-ouch—!"

The old player pressed the switch to the bottom and held the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

Just when the pickup truck was about to break out of the thick fog, a piece of meat falling from the sky suddenly hit the front of the left tire.

The impact of the sudden explosion pushed the pickup truck to the right and hit the concrete block on the roadside hard.

The veteran player sitting in the driver's seat was almost knocked unconscious, and the four cute guys in the trailer stumbled forward and almost rolled from the trailer onto the hood.

Although the bumper has been replaced by a bucket, people are not made of iron after all.

"I'm sorry, brother, can you drive?!" The power player got up from the ground with his head shaking, and the power player looked in shock.

"Shut up!"

The old player looked unlucky and was about to reverse the car onto the road when a tremor that shook the ground suddenly came from an alley not far away.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he barely managed to pull out the assault rifle from the passenger seat and load it.

And at the same time, two monsters, half of their bodies covered in scarlet flesh, rushed out of the alley, their mouths wide open and roared at everyone.

"What the hell?!"

What the hell is this? !

Not only the veteran players sitting in the pickup truck were dumbfounded, but the fountain standing on the roof of the building was also stunned.

Another alien species that I have never seen before!

The concentration of spores is gradually increasing, and the situation on the ground cannot be seen clearly by visual inspection alone.

However, Brother Quan Shui's reaction was quite quick and he immediately issued an order through the communication channel.

"Prepare position 2, lock the target in the northwest area, and open fire from the machine gun squad!"

"Investigation team, unload the bodies in the carriage and drag that big guy over!"

A strange species not shown in the picture appeared outside the defense zone.

They have to figure out what that thing is!

Immediately there were two clean responses from the other end of the communication channel.

"receive!"

In the building at the foot of the spring, a dark window on the tenth floor suddenly spurted out thick tongues of fire.

A power player sat behind the flames, holding a 20mm rapid-fire machine cannon in his hand.

Thick traces of light rushed towards the corner of the street, and the monster eroded by the slime mold instantly exploded with blood mist in its chest, staggering backwards.

Seeing the tracer as thick as a python dancing on the concrete floor, and listening to the noisy sound of breaking through the air above his head, Meng Zhi, who was walking away from the pickup truck, felt a surge of blood in his blood.

Before, they had only seen the exciting war scenes in the promotional PV released on the official website.

Now that I am immersed in the scene, it is a completely different feeling.

The soaring adrenaline made their whole bodies tremble unconsciously, and every cell was extremely excited.

It's just that there seems to be absolutely nothing they can do here.

The supporting firepower from the rear helped them deal with the aliens that rushed towards their faces. Just when the power player was hesitating whether to go up and hit him with two strikes, the veteran player ducked out of the driver's seat and threw a bunch of feet to him. A rope as thick as your thumb.

"Tie the rope to the monster's right leg! Tie it firmly!"

The strength player was stunned.

"But the machine gun is still firing——"

"Believe your teammates! People have eyesight! Go quickly!" He was interrupted hastily. The old player carried his own bundle and ran towards the monster's left leg with a short body.

Although he was still a little scared, seeing that the boss was already on his knees, the power player gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Just as their leader said, when they rushed forward, the bullets they fired also followed their footsteps and moved forward.

The thick and long night light was like a barrier protecting them, suppressing the alien species in the alley and preventing them from crossing the dense fire net.

The power player quickly tied the rope and watched as the boss, who had already tied the rope, rushed towards the pickup truck and followed after him.

At the same time that he had just arrived on the highway, a dark figure suddenly came out of the thick fog like a wall.

Its outline is slightly similar to that of a crocodile, with a flat and slender mouth, thick lower limbs like a cow, and a tail stretched back to balance the body.

However, there were no scales on its body, only scarlet flesh membranes and wrinkled scars like burns, and its skin color was even more ugly, like a turkey that had been plucked.

That guy's speed is really too fast.

So much so that he didn't even see what the guy looked like before the old player was knocked away.

It seems that in this game, the fate of the awakened is not much harder than that of ordinary people. If something really happens, they will have to overturn.

Perhaps the situation would be much better with an exoskeleton, but it's a pity that his boss didn't.

Before he could even scream, the old player's neck was bitten off.

Then the crocodile-like alien species pounced on him and feasted on him.

"Crack——!"

The sound of the bones breaking was clearly heard, and the power player felt creepy all over, and his hands and feet were unconsciously cold.

In just one breath, the elder brother who led him to level up was killed.

Is this the wasteland?

But at this juncture, there is no time to be idle.

Looking at the two ropes tied to the tonneau box, he immediately understood his mission and rushed towards the driver's seat without caring about anyone else.

A sharp roar came from behind him, followed by a scream of yes.

The female player who was on duty with them seemed to be dragged into the thick fog by something.

The other two people saw him and wanted to help, but without even firing two shots, they were dragged in by the big hand stretched out from the thick fog.

The support machine guns at the rear unleashed ferocious firepower into the thick fog, but the streaks of night light seemed to have been swallowed up, without any movement.

Watching all this from the top of the building, Commander Quan Shui's face was filled with concentration.

These slime molds seem to be smart.

They did not attack human defenses on a large scale like before, trying to overwhelm them with numerical superiority. Instead, they relied on cooperation with a clear division of labor.

It's like a rookie who only knows how to draw people up to A suddenly learned how to be micro.

"...The brain is enhanced this time?"

Realizing this, his expression became more serious.

I’ll have to share this news on the official website soon!

At the same time, the fighting on the ground continued.

Seeing that his teammate was on a leash, the power player didn't dare to fight anymore and crawled into the cab of the pickup truck.

Although this is the first time I have driven this thing, simply using an alliance vehicle does not require very advanced driving skills.

He gritted his teeth and kicked the switch, and the pickup truck quickly started, dragging the mutilated monster body towards the deepest part of the 06 defense line.

The alien creature with its wagging tail chased him two steps, as if trying to stop him from taking away the monster's body.

But at this moment, the machine gun fire was directed at the guy. After wandering around for a few times, it failed to succeed. It decisively gave up the pursuit and turned around and got into the thick gray-green fog.

The power player didn't dare to turn his head to look, and his right foot was tightly welded to the switch.

Before the gate closed, he rushed in with his car, then braked hard and parked the pickup truck on the side of the road.

Several soldiers wearing exoskeletons rushed over quickly and used daggers to cut the ropes in the trunk. Then they put a body bag on the mutilated monster body and transported it to the rear with a forklift.

The Alliance's Biological Research Institute will be responsible for testing the body.

With the tissue fluid on the left tire and bucket covered, this time they could at least figure out the two trump cards held by the Brood.

The power player sitting in the driver's seat was breathing heavily, listening to the continuous gunshots in the distance behind his head, and his heart was beating hard.

Ten minutes ago, he thought the monsters in this game were too weak to kill without any pressure.

As a result, in just three minutes, he was the only one left in the entire five-person team...

This game is so real!

Just as he was panting, a man wearing an exoskeleton came over from a distance.

Seeing the turtle shell carrying the barrel, he recognized the man's identity at a glance. It was Commander Quan Shui, the leader of the Storm Corps.

The man got out of the car in a hurry, looked at the bumpy vehicle, looked a little embarrassed, lowered his head in shame and said.

"Sorry, I...I'm the only one..."

"No need to apologize. You did a great job in that situation. Most people can figure out what they should do when they go to the battlefield for the first time." Quan Shui did not blame him, but encouraged him. She patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "What's your name?"

Cute: "Old man left egg!"

Quan Shui was stunned for a moment.

Santa Claus?

Are there still such normal IDs these days?

But no matter what, he was quite optimistic about this brother's potential, so he casually extended an olive branch.

"Are you interested in joining our Stormtroopers?"

The cute heart was stunned when she heard this, thinking that there was such a good thing, and immediately nodded excitedly.

"Yes! I bet there is!"

Quan Shui said with a smile.

"Okay! From now on, you will be our reserve member! When you reach LV10, I will officially bring you in."

The power-type cute girl was filled with joy, and the shock on her face just a second ago was gone, leaving only the corners of her mouth grinning upward.

First, he got the unique sealing test qualification, and then he got an invitation from the first-line server corps!

What kind of treatment for the protagonist is this!

etc--

According to the routine of ordinary Internet novels, as the protagonist, would it be better for me to simply refuse at this time?

I don't know what this guy is thinking about, Quan Shui just accepted a little leek with decent potential.

He is brave and resourceful, and does not panic when encountering difficulties. He has a little bit of the Wartown guy when he was cute, so it won't be a big problem if he makes do with it.

Nodding with satisfaction, Quan Shui prepared to go to the position.

Looking at Commander Quan Shui's turned back, Brother Shandan, who was having sex, suddenly remembered something and called him out.

"By the way...what will happen to them?"

Quan Shui stopped and Yan Tou glanced at him.

"them?"

Old Man Shandan swallowed.

"It was the one who was dragged into the fog..."

"...It's hard to say." Commander Quanshui was silent for a while and shook his head.

He had been captured by a slime mold in the wave before. The mother body quickly lost interest in him and killed him in an instant. He didn't even see clearly how he was killed.

This time it was a completely different matrix, and he couldn't tell what would happen.

But luckily among the misfortunes, three of them were taken away this time.

When I go to the forum, I might be able to hear some clues that interest him...