This Game is Too Real Chapter 567

The    tide-like mutant soldiers rushed towards the jungle corps, and the collision of the beast-like roar and the metal symphony shook the entire forest.

   "Rush up! Smash them to a pulp with your clubs and hammers!"

   "Ogg!!"

   shouting loudly, Ogg urged his subordinates to move forward.

   But not long after, a mutant sentinel stumbled out of the woods and reported to him with a terrified face.

   "Centurion Gollum is dead! More than half of the brothers under his command were killed-" He was interrupted by a violent roar before he could finish his sentence.

   "Waste!"

   clenched his fists tightly, Oger's eyes were round, and his eyes were about to split. There were bloodshots crawling on the whites of his eyes, and his scarlet gums seemed to be bleeding.

   There are only about twenty people on the opposite side!

   No matter where the human beings put it, it will only take a few minutes to drown them, and it is not even enough to jam the teeth of his brethren!

   But now—

   The more than 500 brothers under his command were actually bitten by the 20th man, and even a centurion was knocked down!

   This is a shame for him!

   "This group of rice buckets! Things that are inferior to pigs!"

   Just as Ogg roared in anger, a bloodthirsty roar passed through the forest, and the forest in front seemed to have been hit by a cannonball, sending out billowing smoke.

   The twenty or thirty mutant warriors who had filled in earlier seemed to be hit by the long howl, and everyone's footsteps were taken aback.

   subconsciously raised his arm to block the smoke and dust, Ogg looked in the direction of the movement, just to see two mutant warriors being cut into two pieces by the waist!

   And the two machine guns in their arms were chopped into pieces by the whistling claws before they could fire!

   The dark green pupils shrank suddenly, and Ogg's eyes just met the amber pupils.

   It was a burly and majestic death claw with a mechanical exoskeleton attached to its body, and its hot breath distorted the bloodthirsty and excitement in its pupils.

  It is like a thirsty raptor, it finally found the time to enter the field, and is so excited that the hunt is about to start to the point where its soul trembles. And the most unbelievable thing is that this alien can speak human language!

   Ogg was stunned for a moment.

Isn't    mind interference the technology of their ally Torch Church? !

   "Welcome to death!"

   In the face of the mutant warriors rushing up, Jun Jun had no intention of dodging, he let out an excited battle cry, and charged forward with his sharp claws.

   The two most threatening machine gunners have been dealt with by him.

   followed by the mutant holding the shotgun. Just as he was about to aim, he was kicked out by his tail, and then caught up with another claws, piercing the guy's heart directly.

   "O-!"

   The mutant screamed in pain, and hugged Junk Jun's claws with both hands, his muscles squeezed into lumps.

   With the wound healing ability of mutants close to tai, some strong mutants may recover even if their hearts are shot by bullets.

   But if the whole thing is torn out, that's another story.

   "Death to the Lord!"

   The sharp claw inserted into the chest squeezed hard, only to hear a "pop" sound, and the blood mist and minced meat rushed out of the mutant's chest.

   stared at the claw of death in front of him, the emerald green pupils gradually faded away the fierce light, and the thick arms also lost their strength.

   "Three!"

   grinned cruelly at the corners of his mouth, and Junk Jun suddenly pulled out his right paw, dropped the corpse, and then rushed towards the next target.

   A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the mutant being targeted, and the assault rifle in his hand hurriedly fired, but was flashed by that lightning-fast afterimage, and the raised claw cut off his entire chin.

The mutant soldier next to    raised his muzzle and wanted to reinforce, but he was surrounded by his own people, so he couldn't aim at that guy at all.

   In these few breaths, in a blink of an eye, two mutants with no arms and legs fell down in a miserable posture.

  The viscous plasma dyed Junk Jun completely red, and even the white misty breath seemed to be smelt of iron.

   rust smell.

   He was breathing heavily, but without the slightest bit of tiredness, the fierceness and fighting intent that burned in his pupils only increased.

"six!"

The mutant warriors around    were stunned by this ferocious beast, and their dark green faces were twisted with anger and panic. In that pair of savage bloodthirsty and fearless pupils, there was finally a trace of cowardice and fear.

   These half-human, half-ghost guys are more ferocious than they are!

  The strength and bravery they are so proud of are overwhelmed by these guys, and they cannot be overwhelmed even by numbers.

   Even Ogg's face flashed an imperceptible panic for a moment.

   "You idiots, you are dozens of times more than them! You can drown that reptile with one mouthful of saliva!"

   "Rush up for me! Rush up together!"

"Roar-!"

   Hearing the urging roar of the leader, the mutant warrior who hesitated for a moment finally regained his courage to kill.

   They are natural hunters, but also natural warriors!

   They regard battle and honor as life!

   You won't be frightened by a few difficult prey!

   used a roar to dispel the instinctive fear of the creature, and the heavy infantry in heavy armor stepped forward, using a steel plate the thickness of a thumb and a mallet wrapped with iron wire to withstand the steel claws that were whistling.

   Then a few light infantrymen rushed up with shotguns and kept firing at the death claw. Although it was difficult to aim, they also restricted his movement with the shotgun.

"cut-"

   This group of greenskins also have two strokes.

  After completing the twelve kills, Jun Jun finally felt a little bit of a struggle, and out of the corner of the eye glanced in the direction of Midnight Killing Chicken.

   The hand-to-hand fight continues.

  Brother Ji was slashing wildly with his axe, and there were several green-skinned corpses scattered beside him.

   Jungle Corps has suffered more than half of the casualties!

  Although the mutants have left nearly 100 corpses, there are still more than 300 left. The gap between the two sides is still huge, and it is increasingly unfavorable for the jungle corps.

   "Nineteen eleven!"

   smashed a green head, and Jun Jun retracted his sharp claws gradually, and was looking for the next prey with his amber pupils, when suddenly a strong wind came from the side.

Relying on the short body of fighting instinct, he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, and half of the "iron wall" exoskeleton slammed heavily on the tree trunk behind him, his legs were hanging from the branches of the tree and swayed, intestines and pieces of meat. It fell to the ground like a leaked blood bag.

   The remaining half was held in the hands of a giant.

   He is nearly four meters tall, his head is bare, his two big hands are like car doors, the jet-black steel seems to be embedded in his body, and there are several pipes wrapped around him, like a black tower standing in the forest.

   Even the scumbag who straightened up was more than a little smaller in front of him. Although his pupils were dilated, the corners of his mouth hung slapsticks, and his uneven teeth even grew to the outside, no one would doubt the power under the swollen muscles.

   "One-one-one-more—"

   The long roar seemed to be his name.

  In the Qi tribe, only the bravest warriors deserve the title of the leader, and that name is not only their title and honor, but also their totem!

   They will call out their names to their opponents in a duel, torture them to death in the most brutal way, and bathe them.

   Receive the totems bestowed, and make the dead recite their names, bringing the honor of victory back to the ancestral land.

   These are written in the official website setting set!

  The giant mutant bit off the head of the corpse in his hand, swaying to let the blood drip on the top of his head and chest, and his mouth made a creaking chew, as if he was chewing some kind of arthropod.

   seems to be worried about being accidentally injured by this big guy. The mutants who are two meters tall next to him hummed away and circled an open space around them.

  The fighting in the forest has gradually subsided, and more reinforcements are still coming from behind. Although the corpses are piled up into hills in the woods, there is no suspense about the outcome.

   They will use the cruelest

   way to kill this lizard, using his blood to show their bravery and cruelty.

   They roared rudely, cheering on their warriors. Hearing the screeching roar and urging, the giant mutant standing there stupidly moved his head slowly and stared at the scarred lizard.

   Those pupils are like empty vortexes, just looking at them, the soul is involuntarily throbbing and trance.

   Watching that guy feasting, Jun Jun's scalp felt numb for a while, but the amber pupils were not timid, but filled with burning anger.

  The twentieth - that's it!

   His feet slammed, and he rushed towards the giant mutant like lightning, aiming his claws at the guy's knees and ankles.

The bigger the   , the harder it is to control the center of gravity! Just get rid of this guy's two legs - the scale of victory will be poured on his side!

  The cold light flashed, but the sense of frustration that the sharp blade cut through the flesh did not come.

   Garbage Jun only felt that the mouth of the bowl and forearm were numb, as if his steel claws were not chopped on his legs, but on a lump of steel.

The moment    passed by the big man, he caught a glimpse of the guy's back from the corner of his eyes, and his face instantly turned into surprise.

   "What the hell?!"

   What the **** is this? !

The   steel spine protrudes out of the flesh on the back, three glass jars are inserted in the middle of the spine, and an unknown yellow-green solution is shaking in the cavity.

   On the ankles and knees that he had just cut with the claws, the dark green skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could clearly see that the underlying leather was not flesh and blood, but some kind of alloy!

   "One-one-one-more—"

   a dull roar like the whistle of a ship, the giant mutant did not

   gave him time to think, he picked up the half headless corpse in his hand and swept over.

   That speed is not at all dissatisfied!

   That extreme distance can't be avoided at all!

   took a firm bite, and the already scarred Junkman suddenly flew out and slammed into the shaky tree trunk with a thud.

  If the group of green-skinned muscular guys swarmed up at this time, even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn't stop him, but those guys seemed to believe that he was going to die. Instead of rushing up, they retreated and gave him to the center of the arena.

   There was a dull moan in his throat, Jun Jun struggled to stand up, unable to tell whether the exoskeleton failed or the joints on his body failed.

   The unnamed bone has broken at least three, and his left arm has almost lost consciousness. Although he is slowly recovering by relying on the talent of "regeneration of the body", his body is close to the limit at the moment, and the speed of recovery at that point can only be said to be better than nothing.

   "Damn. What a ruthless attack!" He coughed, and a mouthful of blood choked from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to raise his paw, but an alarm popped up in front of him.

【warn! The damage degree of the drive joint is 85%, and it is recommended to disengage. 】

   "Noisy!"

The    tactical eyepiece flashed an alarm. Looking at the giant mutant who strode towards him, Garbage Jun clenched his teeth and scratched his right paw to the pull tab on the inside of his abdomen, hooking it and yanking it out.

  The breastplate and shoulder armor exploded outward, and the exoskeleton on his body was

   is like an open umbrella, which completely liberates his body while being scrapped.

   Looking at the situation in front of him, the giant mutant stopped his steps, and there was a hint of surprise in his stupid pupils.

   Garbage Jun glanced at the wreckage in that place. Although his heart was aching, he did not regret it. He stared at the monster with undiminished fighting intent, and raised his blood-stained claws.

   "Come on! It's a pain to fight—"

"Oh oh oh!"

   Before he could finish his words, a violent roar interrupted half of his words.

  I saw a black figure leaping into the air, falling towards the back of the giant mutant, and slashing down heavily with two axes.

"Roar-!"

Two axe were sturdy on his back, and the giant mutant let out a painful roar, slammed the man out with a swipe of his right arm, and then stumbled to the side, the mountain-like body collided. The ground trembled.

  The surrounding minions were stunned and forgot to shout for a while

   shouted and froze in place.

   They didn't expect that there was still a human being alive, let alone that he would jump in and disturb their sacred "blood sacrifice".

   "Brother Chicken?!" Jun Jun looked at the blood-soaked Midnight Killer in surprise.

   This guy's helmet has been completely shattered, his breastplate is covered with pitted bullet marks and pits, and there is a shocking fracture on his shoulder.

   Around the breach, even the entire shoulder armor was sunk, as if it was split out by a heavy weapon such as an axe.

   Garbage Jun can imagine that he was stunned by the mutant with an axe, and fell to the ground with a plop.

   And the mutant probably thought that he was dead, so he didn't continue to make up the knife, and rushed here to watch the fun.

"help me!"

Killing the chicken in the middle of the night roared, throwing away the broken logging axe in his hand, grabbed a stick with a blade strung with wire and rushed up, according to the forehead of the giant mutant who wanted to get up from the ground. A beating.

"Oh-!"

  The curling blade with the smashed blade, the giant mutant roared in pain.

   Before he got up from the ground, he was beaten mercilessly on his face, his nose and eyes were rubbed together, a shocking blood red.

  Midnight Killed Chicken with all his strength to make up for the final blow, but the stinging pain from hitting his waist made him fly out groaning.

   Ogre, who strode into the battlefield, had just rescued Pido who was eating and mourning, and was about to go up to give the human a shot when a dark shadow as fast as lightning flashed past his eyes.

   Ogg subconsciously avoided, only to see that the sharp claws were not rushing towards him at all, but chasing after Pido, who was backing away with his eyes covered.

"Do not!!"

   His face changed wildly, but it was too late to stop him.

  I saw those two sharp claws, like rakes ploughing a field, slammed into one place, digging into Peter's sturdy throat from left and right, grabbing the vascular trachea spine.

   Then, the lizard suddenly

   Pull back with force!

   "Thorn La Yi Yi"

   The sound of flesh and blood tearing with a touch of stickiness was particularly conspicuous on that silent battlefield.

   He lost most of his throat and spine, and his huge head lost support in an instant, and fell down on his back shoulder, leaving only half of the steel bar standing abruptly.

  Blood shoots out like a fountain, floating in the center of the battlefield. The giant mutant, who was as burly as a hill, knelt down slowly, his knees heavily embedded in the soil.

   The whole place was dead silent.

   A pair of green eyes stared at the man and the lizard in the center of the battlefield, as well as the gradually fallen Pido and their standing leader.

"twenty."

   looked back at Midnight Killing Chicken, who was paralyzed on the ground. Junkie smiled, "I'm sorry bro, I liked this head first."

   Midnight Killer rolled his eyes and gasped.

   "Sixteen. You win."

   Counting the previous round of strafing, maybe it can reach 20 or 30.

   But the mutant's resilience is too strong, and he is not sure if the fallen guys are dead, so he can only go offline for a while to watch the drone's aerial replay.

   The only thing he can be sure of is that the guys who beheaded him definitely won't survive.

   In short, he has tried his best.

   At this moment, someone roared, and the mutants surrounding him swarmed up and chopped up the trash man standing beside the giant mutant into eight pieces on the spot.

   Seeing that Jun Jun was gloriously offline, Midnight Killing Chicken also planned to disconnect, but at this moment, he saw the prosthetic mutant who was suspected of BOSS walking towards him.

   If this was captured alive, it would be a bit of a waste of time.

   So he stopped the preparations for going offline, and wanted to see what this guy was going to do.

At least.

   had to figure out a way for him to kill himself.

   raised his hand to stop the mutant warrior who was about to cut himself into eight pieces. The ugly mutant leader walked in front of him and stopped, looking down at him condescendingly.

"name?"

   "Haha." Midnight Killing Chicken grinned and took a bite.

   Blood spit on his leg, "Your father."

  Wait. I will be back!

  Ogg's expression gradually cooled down, he stretched out his right hand like iron pincers and pinched his head, and his five fingers suddenly started to exert force.

   Midnight Killing Chicken looked at him indifferently, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if to say "This is it?".

   Looking at those eyes, Oger was completely furious, his thumb and forefinger digged into his temple with a "click", and pulled the skull from the eye socket with muscles and muscles.

   However, until he died, the man didn't say a word, and he laughed until the end.

   looked at him.

   crushed the eyeballs and bones in his hands, Oger's face was expressionless, but his heart was shocked and angry.

   What the **** is going on with these human gadgets!

   He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have been provoked by this guy. He took it back and tortured him with the torture tools in the tribe. He could always torture him.

   And now, all he gets is a white brain and a sticky meat

   At this moment, a sentry dressed in animal skin hummed and ran over and knelt down in front of him on one knee.

   "Ogg!" Ogg looked at him with a cold face. "Say."

   Being watched by that icy gaze, the mutant sentry's shoulders trembled involuntarily, and he said in a murmured voice.

   "There are no two-legged animals in the town, no four-legged animals, all the inhabitants are gone, the houses are empty, and the apostle of the church has not been found."

   Before he could finish his words, a wounded centurion walked over and bowed his head.

   "Ogg. We have two hundred and twenty dead and fifty seriously injured. There is also a centurion, a big man, and five cars."

   "Ah!! Y1-1!"

  Ogg, who couldn't stop his anger, raised his head and roared angrily.

   He has never been so humiliated!

   Five to six hundred brothers were forcibly beaten by twenty guys and killed more than two hundred!

   What made him even more unacceptable was that the human who killed his brother and wore the power armor did not appear from beginning to end!

   He seemed to have seen the faces of the tribe full of ridicule.

The trees beside    rustled, and the entire forest seemed to tremble under his wrath.

   The veins in his neck burst out. He looked at the sentry who was kneeling on one knee and shouted an order.

   "The village burned! Not a single house left!"

   "As ordered!" The sentry hurriedly ordered, got up and trotted away. Still puzzled, Ogg looked at the centurion in front of him with a fierce face, and asked out of breath.

   "Where is the nearest village?" the centurion urn answered.

   "Hope Town, thirty kilometers to the east!"

   "Follow me!"

  Ogg looked at the minions around him, and continued to shout, "Take them down! Let those two-legged animals run away crying and screaming! Tell them who is the master here!"

  Although there is already the parish of the Torch Church and the sheepfold of the tribe, Ogg is very angry!

  With so many brothers dead, he will take at least 400 heads back

   Go, to shut up the guy who mocked him and satisfy the great leader!

   He's going to kill enough!

   No one persuades anyone!

   "Where are the corpses?" The centurion looked at the head and waited expectantly for the order.

   Those guys are different from the two-legged animals that only run away, and the taste must be different!

   He drooled greedily.

   And his boss lived up to his expectations.

   "Keep the head, the others will be cooked! Og will chop his head when he's full!" Og roared loudly, and the mutants around him cheered excitedly.

   "Ouch!"

   Dust Town was on fire, and thick smoke billowed.

   It's a pity that the residents here have been evacuated, and they can't hold a table on the sea of ​​bones.

   A group of mutants hummed and ran to the truck, took off the cauldron and cooking utensils tied to the truck, and started a fire unscrupulously near the forest.

  Bubbling bubbling in the pot, each savage head chattering

   screamed, and there was an indescribable coldness in the song that no one could understand.

   It smelled like blood clotted.

   At this moment, the group of greenskins who gathered together for the feast did not notice that on the hillside not far away, a pair of dark green pupils were watching them quietly, and then silently disappeared into the shadow of the woods.

Under   , it's like it's never been here.

   (Thanks to the leaders of "嵺哶" and "Makabaka" for the reward!!)

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