This Game Is Too Realistic

The dark red smoke in the spacious cave was filled with the sour smell of decay, and strange monsters sang and screamed.

They are huge and numerous, with many types and different shapes and functions. Some have a powerful single arm on their chest, and some have multiple hands and feet shaped like a centipede.

The only thing they have in common is that most of their bodies are covered with pustules and their limbs are rotten and sores.

The dark red smoke seemed to be squeezed out of the pustules, and the huge mosquitoes and flies lingering around them seemed to have grown from there, clustering around them as intimately as 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 stitched monsters created after countless mutants were dismantled and re-arranged and combined. They have completely broken away from the concept of "human".

This is especially true for the monster in the middle surrounded by those babbling shouts.

Its name is Sodo, he is the prophet of the plague monks and the leader of the Bloodhoof clan.

Its body is even fatter than Oulon of the Rock Ax clan. It has two heads with three eyes. The long horns growing from the skull are inlaid with rusty bells. It shakes its head as it moves. The practice makes an ominous tinkling sound.

With his bloated body and sparse hair, he looked like a sick pig. With that amiable smile on his face, he looked indescribably weird.

In front of it stood a bubbling pot of crimson soup filled with pus squeezed from the pus bubbles on its body.

There was obviously no fire under the pot, but bubbles continued to bubble out, and crackled into dark red smoke, just like boiling water. But what's boiling isn't water, it's some evil pathogen.

It calls it the "original soup."

As the mother body that breeds viruses—or gifts, Sodo scooped up a gourd of pus with a wooden spoon, laughed evilly and howled, and poured it on the singing tribesmen.

The mutants who were drenched in pus moaned happily, and some screamed with excitement. Their joyful and twisted expressions were as if they had been blessed by the gods.

Compared to those happy lunatics, the short man who shuttled between the legs of the big guys was much more pragmatic.

These goblins and mutant children scrambled to crawl on the ground, frantically licking the "original soup" given by the prophet, as if it were some delicacy.

Some goblins began to mutate, and their bodies swelled into a ball as if they were foaming. Some of them curled up into a ball and seemed to become even smaller. The small ones could not recognize their original appearance, and then their bodies began to tear apart, and they were about to be eaten by the same kind.

Whether they are the cubs of the big guys or the dwarf Goblins, the survivors have all become the "plague monks" who spread the plague, joining the chorus of cheering for the new and the dead.

The "Feeder" holding a large basket of flesh-red fungi in his hand squeezed in from the entrance of the cave and splashed the filthy flesh-red fungi on the crowded believers.

The new plague monks rushed forward like wolves and tigers, scrambling to stuff the organic matter into their mouths to fill their hungry stomachs and absorb the nutrients needed for growth and development.

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

Very satisfied with the newly created batch of works, Sodo nodded with satisfaction, then picked out a larger pustule from his body and started creating the next pot of soup.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the cave, and a dozen humans who had been stripped of their equipment were carried in.

There were men and women among them, most of them were injured and fell into coma. There were also a few people awake, looking at a person in the cave, with obvious fear on their faces.

Grabbing one of them by the neck, the three-meter tall man with six arms grinned evilly 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 the entire plan of these little mice.

Bathed in the cheers of the plague monks, it stared at the prophet intently, with worshipful pride and desire for reward in its eyes.

"Human thing! Transparent! Thinks we can't see it! Gah gah gah!"

A loving smile appeared on Sodo's face.

However, in the eyes of the Alpha Task Force member, the smile was as terrifying as the devil described in the old-era beliefs.

There was fear on his face, but his throat was pinched tightly and he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as he brought the disgusting guy in front of him.

Sodo stared into his eyes, and suddenly a crack opened in his bloated belly, and intestines as thick as a bucket wrapped around him like writhing earthworms, forcing him into his stomach.

The last remaining bit of consciousness seemed to "hear" the sound of bones breaking, and then his consciousness fell into darkness and turned into Sodo's burp.

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

Without hesitation, Sodo poured a ladle of raw soup onto the brave man who brought the prisoners. Sodo looked at the prisoners at the entrance of the cave, and continued to shout at the top of his voice.

"Bring a hatching tank!"

"Dedicated to the great Lord of Plague! Thank you for the evolution he has given us!"

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

"Oh oh oh!"

The monsters twisted their limbs wildly, and their excited shouts shook the earth, as if even the mountains were shaking with them.

The members of Mobile Task Force Alpha struggled and tried to resist, but in the end they were forcibly dragged to the place called 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 filled the mountains seemed to come from there.

There were several wooden cranes placed on the edge of the abyss, and iron chains were wrapped around the winches. A series of iron buckets were tied to the ends of the iron chains, with flesh-red fungi still remaining on them.

A female team member had a pale face and purple lips, and she trembled and murmured.

"...the Brood."

It turned out to be the mother nest of mutant slime mold!

She must bring this news back to him!

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

What's more -

Falling into enemy hands, they are now unable to protect themselves.

"Sacrifice to the great Lord of Plague!"

The plague monk who brought her here grunted solemnly, and then threw her into the abyss.

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

…

At the same time, halfway up the mountainside on the south side of Broken Edge Mountain.

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

That bloody mountain was like a halberd falling from the sky, splitting the eighty-mile mountain road in half in the middle.

"Alpha Team 13 contact lost...the package failed to be delivered [to the scheduled location, and the explosion was not detected."

"Judge the entire team's formation."

"Plan C13 failed, plan B14...action is launched."

"Collect it."

The C13 plan is for a stealth team equipped with optical camouflage to go deep into the cave to place explosives, collapse the cave, and thereby destroy the defenses built by the mutants in the mountain.

Clearly the solution has failed.

Even in order to understand the cause of the failure and to formulate a more thorough 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.

After the silent exchange ended, the soldiers waiting halfway up the mountain left the trenches uniformly, formed into ten-man teams, and headed towards the Bloody Mountain.

Different from the 13th Squadron.

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

At the same time, there was a deafening muffled sound in the distance, and two 902mm train guns spurted out tongues of flame, pushing several rifle-launched rockets carrying thousands of kilograms of cloud explosive warheads into the sky.

In a dozen breaths, piercing screams penetrated the thin clouds in the sky, and exploded into mushroom-shaped red clouds in an instant.

The scorching flames were like magma falling from the sky, swallowing up the entire mountainous area and instantly draining the air of several kilometers around.

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

Facts have proved that in the face of sufficient power, a monster is nothing more than a paper tiger.

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

There was a slight landslide on the mountain peak, and large rocks rolled from the top of the three-thousand-meter-high mountain to the foot of the mountain, but the entire mountain peak still stood there motionless.

Even the rising heat looked like the entire mountain was being roasted.

Within a few minutes, the coalition forces poured at least ten 902mm rocket extended-range projectiles towards the Blood Mountain area.

This is enough to fill a carriage with cannonballs, and several people have washed all the places that can be washed, not even an ant is left.

At the same time, two hundred-man squadrons of Task Force Alpha had pushed to the front.

They arrived with a total of 200 quad-rotor drones carrying shellless rifles and grenade launchers.

Unlike the alliance's drones, the academy's drones are not only more sci-fi in style, but also have a variety of functions.

At the same time that the drone attack formation was unfolding, brilliant lights and shadows suddenly appeared below the drone, forming colorful portraits.

General Liam, who was sitting on the Loyal airship watching the battle, stared straight ahead and thought it was some black technology like teleportation.

However, he quickly realized that this thing was just a holographic projection, and the soldiers who appeared out of thin air were not real people, so he sat back on the chair.

"Oh, pretending to be a ghost."

He sneered disdainfully, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

One thing to say, this holographic image is so lifelike that it looks real.

If the drone and the dummy fire at the same time, it is difficult to say whether the soldiers on the front line will be deceived by the camouflaged targets and disperse the firepower.

Even if it is revealed that those illusory targets are actually holographic images, it is useless. After all, the drones themselves are "bunkers" that provide cover for the members of Task Force Alpha.

For example, those drones that could not carry much ammunition would fire directly into the hands of the slugs in the swamp.

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

This is true from a tactical level.

At the strategic level, the troubles his officers will face are probably no less than those of the soldiers fighting on the front line.

Although the academy did not show up in this battle, according to Liam's judgment, since they can provide tactical cover for frontline combat troops with holographic light and shadow, there is no reason why they cannot implement strategic obstacles.

For example, they can use a few drones to disguise a non-existent force, thus creating strategic fraud.

Those slugs in the swamp may not be good at large-scale battlefields, but their ability to scheming is one of the best in the wasteland.

The more Liam thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his palms even started to sweat.

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

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

Just when Liam was secretly frightened, the academy's Alpha Mobile Task Force had already attacked halfway up the Blood Mountain.

After being subjected to the unreasonable and indiscriminate bombing, the mutants on the Blood Mountain seemed to be frightened by the bombing. They huddled in the cave and refused to come out.

Of course, it may be that they planned to place the battlefield in caves and tunnels that could not be reached by supporting firepower from the beginning, and use the advantages of the terrain to deal with the invaders.

The soldiers of Task Force Alpha did not talk nonsense to them. Under the cover of drones and holographic light and shadow, the vanguard took the lead in entering the cave entrance halfway up the mountain.

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

The flickering flame from the muzzle lit up the dark cave for the whole day, and the tracers of bullets opened up the way for the team that penetrated into the cave. The fire and shrapnel from the explosion of rifle grenades continued to harvest the lives of mutants.

The twisted and ugly appearance of these mutants makes people's scalp numb, but that's all.

Facing the huge firepower of assault rifles and Gauss rifles, the mutants who resisted with their flesh and blood were beaten back steadily, and they were unable to even mount a decent resistance.

Under the cover of optical camouflage, a team of four men broke through the Bloodhoof Clan's defenses with overwhelming force. They had conquered two tunnels in succession and were still unscathed. Only five drones were damaged.

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

"It smells bad."

"It stinks."

"Canned herrings."

"Stinks worse than that."

"...How did you smell it?"

"...?"

The four people immediately realized the seriousness of the problem, and their individual three-defense system was actually breached!

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

Affiliated to the Science and Technology Committee, they did install some prosthetics and plug-ins to improve body functions, but those were just components to improve combat efficiency, and they could be removed and used by others after death or retirement.

And they themselves are not wealthy enough to customize a bionic immune system 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.

The moment their offensive paused, the mutants from the Bloodhoof clan suddenly revealed their ferocious fangs.

They could see that the phantoms constructed of optical camouflage were actually disguises for the group of human gadgets in front of them.

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

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

Looking at the guys getting up from the ground, the team leader with three teammates was stunned and couldn't help but sink.

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

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

Its body was fat and bloated, its eyes were stupid, its belly was open like a big mouth, and circles of fat intestines were exposed, like a mop on the ground, even blocking its two short feet.

In the Bloodhoof clan, it is just one of the Plague Monks, one of the followers of the Plague Lord, and a servant of the prophet Sodo.

It carried a large, weird-looking gun in its hand, and was covered in armor, but it looked like there were scars everywhere, so that the four Alphas couldn't analyze its weaknesses for a while...

…

The battle on the front lines continues.

At this moment, on Broken Blade Mountain in the distance, a group of Weirant people were watching the battle on the front line.

General Modlin, the captain of the 310,000th legion, held a telescope in his hand and stared intently at the direction halfway up the Bloody Mountain.

All seems well on the front lines.

What made him frown slightly was that the red mist that had been dispersed by the cloud bombs seemed to be slowly coming back...

The adjutant standing next to him couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and murmured something in a low voice.

"So what's the point of their long numbered battle plan? In the end, it's not the same as us."

Even the artillery that projects firepower was sent by the Southern Army.

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

I heard that the academy's combat plan has a total of dozens of G's, and the action numbers alone are a dozen pages long. It can be said that the preparations are quite complete.

Not to mention his adjutant, even he himself was very curious as to what was written on the dozens of G's documents.

It was a pity that the college did not intend to disclose the combat plan, and submitted the plan to the high command of the coalition forces, namely Chu Guang, on the premise of ensuring the ton.

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

This was a rare opportunity to get to know his opponent, and he didn't want to simply miss it.

Coincidentally, on the top of Broken Blade Mountain, Commander Quan Shui, the commander of the Storm Corps, was looking at the direction of the front line like him.

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

It's just that the thing made him confused - even to the point of being confused.

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

On the contrary, they wrote in too detail!

These guys have made classified statistics for each type of mutant on Blood Mountain, and analyzed their attack methods and weakness information through battlefield analysis AI.

Not only that, they even made meticulous designs based on these statistical information on what kind of tactics and equipment to use for mutants of different sizes, sizes, and characteristics encountered by front-line combat soldiers.

The entire dozens of gigabytes of information is like a long-to-read game guide, and it even provides guidance on what kind of monsters you encounter and what skills you should use.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this behavior. The pamphlets issued by armies of various countries to soldiers will also mention some "little tips" on the battlefield, requiring soldiers to remember them in order to improve their chances of survival on the battlefield...

No matter what, it won't be as complicated as "how many shots to fire at what target."

Commander Quanshui couldn't tell for a moment whether this was Wandering Swamp's unique formalism, or whether their commander truly believed that this overly lengthy plan could really work.

However, considering that the soldiers of the Alpha Special Service Mobile Team are equipped with bionic prosthetics like the Enterprise, and have received more professional training than the Enterprise soldiers, I think they may have their own understanding of combat.

"Young man... do you need so much ammunition to attack such a mountain?"

Standing next to the spring, Yan Yan, who came to the front line to join in the fun, couldn't help but complain.

Unlike Brother Quan Shui, his focus was more on the previous round of 902mm cannon.

The smoke was really exciting, and the tonnage of the firepower was a little too high.

With such a round of cannons slamming down, he couldn't help but feel sorry for A Guang for the wasted ammunition.

Commander Quan Shui frowned and said.

"If they can chew this position down, even if it is doubled, it will be worth it."

Edgestroke gave him a strange look.

"You think they can't defeat them?"

"Don't say it's them, we're all in trouble."

Looking at the edge of the stunned expression, Commander Quanshui paused for a moment, looked at the blood mist that filled the mountain, and continued with a serious expression.

"...I always have this feeling that the eight-footed nest there is not the 'pseudo brood' we saw in Jinchuan Province."

The so-called pseudo-mother nest is the core of fruit harvesting.

According to the research on "Heaven" by alliance biologists, that thing is a "fruit-bearing nest" similar to the mother's nest made based on the Qingquan City mother nest. Its main function is to control the fruit-bearing mycelium in the realm of heaven. Urging them to release spores and involving the infected person's will.

Before the Kingdom of Heaven enters the "fourth stage", the Kingdom of Heaven can be prevented from coming as long as the "Nest of Nago" is destroyed.

But this thing doesn't look like a fruit.

After all, in his impression, mutants can rely on their strong immune systems to directly avoid the influence of Naguo. They cannot be used as a seedbed for the reproduction of Nagoya hyphae.

In other words, Shifeng Mountain does not actually have the foundation to descend to the Kingdom of Heaven.

If those spores were produced by the mutant slime mold mother nest, everything would make more sense.

The expression on the edge of the water changed slightly.

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

Commander Quan Shui nodded, held up the binoculars and continued to look at him silently.

Almost every brood they encountered was 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 different choices on the road of evolution from the Qingquan City Mother Nest.

However, it sounds a bit unbelievable that a brood can "coexist" with manic guys like mutants. How can two extremely aggressive things achieve peaceful coexistence?

And if his speculation is accurate, then the setting of this thing is too similar to that of "Xiaoyu"...