This Game is Too Real Chapter 749

  Chapter 749 Blood Mountain Falls!

"No!!"

  A roar erupted in the **** cave, and the blood-soaked Beastmaster suddenly woke up from his fury, and at the same time he heard the wailing in the red mist.

  Altar!

   Those guys touched the altar!

  A drop of cold sweat mixed with plasma slipped from his forehead, and he suddenly realized that he had focused on a certain body for too long!

   After completing all the layouts, he wanted to know the expression on that guy's face, so he specially selected this most perfect body from his collection, and used it as a container for himself to walk in the mortal world.

  However, it was precisely because of this conceit that the plan had undue mistakes.

  The negative emotions generated by the imperfect container devoured his spirit, and he, who was supposed to think calmly, was led by the nose by anger, so that he became an emotional puppet.

   And at this moment of negligence, those people actually touched the side of the brood.

  But it's too late to regret it now, he can only hope that the guy's two hundred years of "cultivation" will have some effect.

   "...no, my friend, can you hear me? Answer me!"

  Fighting to smash a warrior who was firing at him, the Beastmaster drove the others back with a deafening roar.

   Taking advantage of the slight stagnation in the offensive of the group of difficult guys, he called out to the Lord of Plague in his heart, and at the same time tried to contact the plague monks in the "altar".

   However, what made his mood sink to the bottom was that he couldn't contact those guys at all.

  They had called for help to themselves, but the voice for help was drowned in the noisy gunshots and roars.

  At this time, a weak voice drifted into his ears, like the whisper of a dying person lying on the bedside.

   "...bye, my friend."

   "Two hundred years of travel is very pleasant, but... the world belongs to the newborn little ones after all, and I am still too old after all."

   "For more than two hundred years, my footprints have spanned five light years, but I have not been able to get out of this mountain. What that child said is not unreasonable. My method may have been wrong from the beginning."

   "Fortunately, you are still young... whether by human standards or our standards."

   "May you find that ideal kingdom of heaven."

   That sentence is like a last word.

   At the same time as the voice fell, the last thought connected to his sea of ​​consciousness was completely cut off, and he fell into the bottomless abyss along with its breath.

  Although that could not affect the "Kingdom of Heaven" that had already arrived, he lost the most important "card" in his hand!

  Now we can only hope that the power of the kingdom of heaven itself and the reinforcements from the Emperor are reliable enough.

   "Go to hell! Go to hell!"

  The Beastmaster let out a furious roar, venting his anger completely on the group of guys who were biting him, but it was this fury that made his offensive more and more flawed.

  His right leg was inserted with a second needle, and the type B strain extract injected into his body completely broke through the limit of his resilience, and then another white phosphorus bomb bombarded his right half of his body.

  The boiling flames carbonized a large area of ​​skin, and the severe pain almost caused his consciousness to separate from this body.

  He staggered backwards, but stepped on a corpse, and his three-meter-high body fell backwards uncontrollably.

   That was the corpse of [I am responsible for dying first], and this guy was indeed the first one to lie down among the hundreds of corpses lying all over the tunnel.

   Didn't miss this fleeting opportunity, the outlaw fanatic took the needle thrown by his teammate, rushed forward recklessly, and stuck the needle into the monster's chest.

   As soon as the frustration of piercing flesh and blood reached the tiger's mouth on his right hand, the outlaw fanatic felt a big hand holding his waist, and then he was lifted up.

   "Ah-! Get out of the way, you bug!"

  The beast king let out a painful roar, grabbed the human lying on his chest with his right hand, and violently threw him against the wall and crushed him into pieces of meat.

   At this moment, the self-exposure drone controlled by [Sleep When Wake Up] from the intelligence department came to him and directly activated the self-exposure switch.

  The flames of the explosion pushed him back who had just sat up, and his upper body fell heavily to the ground.

  It was too late to say it, but it was fast at that time. Midnight, with an umbrella and no knife, stepped forward and grabbed the shotgun that the outlaw fanatic had dropped on the ground, and then smoothly smashed the huge muzzle directly to the monster's chin.

   "Die—"

   He pulled the trigger.

  The shattered projectiles exploded with the jet of flames, and the head shattered to the ground like a watermelon.

  He didn't stop, but pressed the muzzle of the gun and fired five more shots until the magazine was completely emptied.

  The plague champion's body was a **** mess, with scarlet minced flesh all over the floor.

  In that piece of minced meat, he even saw that emerald eyeball...

   "Is it over...?" He let out a long breath, sat back and fell to the ground, he couldn't tell whether the burning heat flowing on his body was blood or sweat.

  His right hand touched a puddle of slippery liquid, he raised his hand to take a look, only to see it was pitch black, then wiped it on his body with a wry smile.

  This game does not have a harmonious system, I am afraid it will be difficult to get the version number...

  The entire tunnel is full of corpses, including players from the Death Corps, plague monks and goblins. And the thing in front of him, the talking plague champion, is probably the final boss.

  At the same time, the red mist that filled the tunnel also changed slightly.

   The rancid smell seemed to disappear, replaced by a familiar smell.

   All players know what that is.

   "Xiao Yu should have won."

  Laplace looked up, looked around again, and then looked at Brother Umbrella who was sitting slumped on the ground, "What do you do now? Keep going? Or go back and plant the flag on the top of the mountain?"

   Their task is to capture the brood.

   In fact, capturing the brood is equivalent to capturing the entire Blood Mountain.

   When Xiaoyu completely controls the brood in this mountain, she can soon synthesize new fruiting entities to search every corner of the mountain where there are filth and dirt, and find those mutants who are hiding and the human survivors they captured.

   If there are any left.

   "Definitely go ahead and see."

  Climbed up from the ground, and reloaded the shotgun in the middle of the night with an umbrella and no knife.

   "...I'm going to see what treasures those mutants have hidden in the palace. They're here, so it wouldn't be a loss not to take a look."

   Laplace's expression became a little subtle, and he looked aside with erratic eyes and said.

   "I think the possibility of being mentally polluted is higher..."

   "No, respected Lord of Plague, please don't leave your children...we cannot live without you."

  The bloated body was squeezed into a ball, and Sodo, who was slumped in front of the cauldron, was full of despair, and even lost interest in the unique skill of making soup that he enjoyed so much.

   It used to be supported by countless believers, but now it is alone.

  The plague monks who crowded here in the past all died in the battle with those humans, and there are no weak cubs thirsting for its soup anymore.

  The red mist around him was still thick and crimson, but he could no longer smell the Plague Lord's breath, and only boundless silence remained in response to its prayers.

   Its evolution ends here.

   No new things will come out of his pustules.

  It lowered its head, like a two-hundred-ton child, staring at the belly piled on the ground and muttering.

"Why…"

   A sigh came from the gradually clear light red fog.

  He raised his head and looked blankly into the thick fog, trying to find the source of the sound.

   "...you, what kind of evolution do you want to be satisfied with?"

   "Can eat everything!" Sodor said without hesitation, without even thinking for a second.

   There was a long sigh from the voice floating in the fog.

   "...that kind of thing doesn't exist, even a black hole can't swallow it."

  What is a black hole?

  Sodo looked at the front blankly, not knowing what the words meant, but he could hear the negation in that sentence.

  In an instant, the hideous face twisted into a ball, becoming more and more ugly.

   "You... nonsense! The great Lord of Plague told us that its mother can swallow an entire planet! As long as we continue to evolve, one day we can-"

"Maybe."

   It seemed that he didn't want to listen to its dream talk anymore, the voice interrupted it lightly.

  “…But if that day comes, it must be a disaster for the entire universe.”

  The voice disappeared.

   It's like it's never been here before.

  Sodo looked around anxiously, feeling a little apprehensive about the silence that suddenly surrounded him.

   At this moment, a burst of brisk footsteps and noise broke the silence in the palace.

  The footsteps stopped at the entrance of the palace.

   "Fuck!"

   "What a big toad! Wait... Can this be a toad?"

   "It's a pity that I came to take a look and almost missed the real boss."

   "Brothers, the team is ready!"

"Oh oh oh!"

  Although he didn't know what those people were talking about, Suo Duo could feel that it was definitely not a good word.

   Facing those guys with green eyes alone, this time Sodo panicked completely...

  The battle of Blood Mountain has come to an end, but the fierce battle on the wasteland of Weifu has just entered a fever pitch.

   With the artillery support of the Iron Heart and the Loyalty airship, the armored formation of the Skeleton Corps fought a **** path in the siege of a group of fruit entities.

  The 37mm rapid-fire gun continuously vents its firepower, and there is also the vehicle-mounted machine gun of the No. 2 tank.

  Whether it was the infected who were corroded by Naguo or the dead bodies awakened by Naguo, they turned into dust in front of the rain of steel fire, and were then crushed into the ruts of the track.

   But even so, the puppets manipulated by mycelium still did not stop, or gathered towards the armored formation that broke into the wasteland, or flocked to the Weifu military base.

   Killed they sink into the soil and grow back a long time later.

  Like the weeds after the spring breeze blows.

  As long as the gray-green smog does not dissipate, as long as the mycelia rooted in this soil do not perish—

   They are endless!

  Over the military base of Weifu.

  The fierce exchange of fire was still going on, twenty Cloudfly oropters shuttled recklessly in the gray fog-filled sky, pouring ammunition from machine guns and rocket pods.

  However, the number of batwings flying all over the sky is too large. Even with the support of ground air defense positions, it is still difficult to stop the three attack formations composed of only twenty cloudflies.

  The four "Thunder" fighter jets parked in the base scrambled to support, and the 20mm cannon continued to roar, pulling out dazzling tracers in the air.

   In addition, 100 propeller planes took off from the Iron Heart.

   But even so, the gap between the two sides is still huge, not in the same order of magnitude at all.

  Especially those batwings didn't rush forward to die in a swarm, but scattered in the vast night sky.

not only that.

  The special maneuvering method determines that their flight trajectories are difficult to predict. Even if the speed and speed climb rate are far inferior to the old-fashioned propeller aircraft of the Alliance, it is still difficult to hit them.

This is not beyond the alliance's expectations. After all, many players have learned from the battle in Jinhe City, and even developed a "bird-fighting tactic" specifically for this kind of birdman. Just shake your head and leave.

  Although the maneuverability of a propeller plane is not as good as those with wings, it is almost impossible for those guys to catch up with a propeller plane that is fleeing at full speed.

  However, Torch seems to be aware of this in his heart. He didn't get entangled with the alliance's planes in the sky at all, but went straight to the ground military bases, especially the airport!

  As long as the airport is captured, the alliance's planes will be unable to resupply, and they will either return to the Iron Heart or land somewhere in the wasteland.

  The entire wasteland is full of fruiting entities awakened along with the "Kingdom of Heaven".

  Even if their individual combat effectiveness is weak, even the claws of death cannot hold back the huge number of entanglements.

  The defensive line in the air was quickly breached, and the center of the battlefield shifted from the air to the ground.

   Facing the monsters falling from the sky, the air defense position of Weifu military base was forced to stop output.

  A group of soldiers had to pick up their rifles and start a hand-to-hand fight with the beasts with fangs, wings, and sharp claws.

  As for the targets that are close to friendly units, the planes hovering in the air cannot let go of their hands and feet to support them, and can only focus on those targets that have not yet landed.

  As the flames of war continued to burn, not only the air defense positions and airports were affected, but even the machine gun positions on the edge of the military base were also involved.

   Sitting in the cockpit of the Thunder Fighter, a trace of hot sweat ran across Luo Yu's forehead.

  4 ground-to-ground TV missiles have been fired, and there are 300 rounds of machine gun ammunition left.

   Even though nearly a hundred batwings had died in his hands, it was still difficult to have an effective impact on the current battle situation.

unless-

  Kill all those guys in biodynamic armor!

  He clearly remembered the information on the official website that these batwings were bred by the cubs of mutants. Due to the excessive growth rate, they did not have a complete mind, just like those "goblins".

   They're even more chaotic than goblins, to the point that commanding them requires a psychic intervention module.

  The Institute of Biological Sciences of the Alliance tried to decipher the psychic interference signals that manipulated them, but unfortunately failed.

  This technology is a singularity for both the Torch and the Alliance. The use of this technology and the ethical boundaries are still being explored.

  Because Torch has no bottom line in the application and experimentation of this technology, and has been researching in this field for more than ten years, it is difficult to say whose technical strength is better.

But one thing is certain, as long as the biological power armor as the "communication node" is destroyed, these winged monsters will immediately lose their backbone like headless flies, and change from collective action cannon fodder to disorganized and disciplined beast.

  Beasts are nothing to fear, just like the alien species that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland, no matter how many there are, they are just mobile experience packs.

   At least for players.

   But then Luo Yu encountered another difficulty.

  The fog around here is hard enough to shoot down those batwings, let alone pick out the ones in the biological power armor.

  Those people were very smart. They didn't throw all the cannon fodder on the military base, but left a considerable part of them to continue entangled with the coalition planes, so as to cover themselves hiding in them.

   What's more terrible is that this time is different from last time, there may not be only one biological power armor mixed in it.

   At this moment, a voice that had been silent for a long time suddenly came from the communication channel.

   "Yeah! (I'm fine!

  Luo Yu was taken aback when he heard that, and then said pleasantly.

   "You got it over there? Great! How does it feel?"

   "Eep..."

  Xiao Yu seemed to be in a complicated mood, and Luo Yu didn't understand what it was saying for a while.

   This situation is not uncommon.

  In a sense, its voice is an expression of emotion, and when it can't describe that feeling by itself, it is naturally impossible for others to understand it.

   Even he is the same.

   "Have you lost your stomach?"

   "Yeah. (No, but it's a pity...Those people are actually quite interesting.

those people?

   You mean the guys in the gas masks?

  Luo Yu remembered that Xiao Yu and he complained about the boringness of those guys before, but now they suddenly changed their views on them.

   Vaguely guessing what happened, his Adam's apple moved slightly.

   While he was thinking about how to comfort Xiao Yu, the little guy suddenly cheered up.

  "Eeh...huh? (The battle isn't over yet, I won't let their sacrifice be in vain...Is there anything I can do to help?

   Now is not the time for small talk.

  Recognizing the firmness in that voice, Luo Yu said immediately without hesitation.

   "Can you feel those spores around you? The spores secreted by Nago mycelium!"

   "Yeah! (OK!

   Luo Yu was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked.

   "Then... can you find where their brood is? Or, the core that governs them and similar existence?"

  His expression is very abstract, but he believes that Xiaoyu can understand, after all, sound is only a carrier of information, and they communicate with language on the surface, but actually communicate with ideas.

  Xiaoyu: "Eep... (I can't feel its existence.

  Hearing this sentence, Luo Yu suddenly remembered that the kingdom of heaven in the fourth stage seemed to exist without a brood, and this was also the final stage declared irreversible by the torch.

  But at this moment, another thought suddenly came to his mind, and he suddenly thought.

   "If the brood on the Blood Mountain is used to produce some fruiting bodies, can it be achieved by using those fruiting bodies as a seedbed to cultivate the B-type Naguo strain?"

  Although the brood on Blood Mountain has no experience in synthesizing fruiting bodies, the brood in Qingquan City has a large number of "blueprints" for fruiting bodies.

  Even mutants of different species can be used as seedbeds for the production of spores, but there is no reason that the gnawers who can emit spores cannot be used as seedbeds.

  They just had to figure out a way to insert the gene segment of the type B Nago strain into the nibbler.

  The ability to "borrow spores" is stored in the brood named after Alpha on the Blood Mountain.

  That guy has been studying this skill for nearly a hundred years, and he can even transform mutants into various shapes without repeating them.

  Luo Yu clenched her fists and prayed in her heart.

  Xiao Yu was silent for a while, as if she was seriously thinking about the feasibility of this, and also seemed to be making some kind of attempt.

   After a moment, it gave an affirmative answer.

   "Yeah! (I just tried it and it works.

  Hearing the voice like the sounds of heaven, Luo Yu's face suddenly revealed a joyful expression, and he almost wanted to hug this guy and kiss him... It's a pity that he was on the plane.

  Type B strains have an inhibitory effect on the growth of torch-improved type J strains, and the spores produced by the former also have the same effect on the latter.

   In other words, the nibbler carrying the B-type strain will be the most direct nemesis of the puppets manipulated by the J-type Nago strain!

  Those guys will destroy the Heavenly Kingdom of Weifu Wasteland from the root!

   Let those dirty things that keep coming out lie back completely!

   "Hurry up! Give birth to more!" Without any hesitation, he shouted into the communication channel.

   And there was a vigorous answer from the other end of the communication channel.

   "Eep! (Got it!

  At the same time, the altar in the depths of the Blood Mountain, a dense red mist rose from the bottomless abyss.

  Standing by the side of the deep pit, Shen Lian stared at the red mist in a daze.

  The same goes for the other players next to him, including the drum shampoo machine that he pressed his head on before, all staring there in a daze.

   "It's better to let me go down..." Liao Dayan muttered, with a trace of regret written in his eyes.

   It would be great if I brought a little more.

   Not twenty, but one hundred and twenty, those people may not have to sacrifice themselves...

  Although he has developed feelings for those fruiting bodies, he also knows in his heart that they are just Xiao Yu's dandruff, he has no self-awareness, and he has never regarded him as his father or anything, just eats and drinks his.

   And those guys are living beings... even the AI ​​running on the server.

   Marginal paddling put his hand on his shoulder, and shook his shoulder.

   "We should go... At least, we have to take their things back and give them to their families."

  In order to win this position, the entire brigade of a thousand people was almost wiped out.

  Including those who came to reinforce them, they also dropped thousands of corpses, and the corpses dropped almost filled the entire passage.

  This victory can be described as quite tragic...

   Lian Dayan nodded, took a last look at the deep pit, and was about to leave here.

   But at this moment, the crimson fog suddenly shook, and something crawled out of the deep pit.

  Slightly stunned, a gleam of joy suddenly appeared in his heart.

  Could it be...

  However, before that gleam of lucky joy climbed onto his face, the moment he met the eyes of that thing, his mood sank to the bottom along with the ensuing loss.

   The miracle did not happen.

   Climbing up is a group of "crawlers".

  Some of them carry a few "eagers" or other types of fruiting bodies on their backs.

   However, none of those faces were familiar to him.

   "Only we are immortal... This has been the case since the opening of the server." Standing beside him, he said slowly while paddling on the edge of the water.

   Although only a short time, he admits that she is a brave fellow.

   "...I already knew it. I didn't just get the helmet, so I don't need you to remind me." Liao Dayan grunted.

  Drawing on the edge of the water nodded his head in understanding, did not continue this heavy topic, and patted his good brother on the shoulder.

   “…time to go.”

   Lian Dayan didn't speak, just nodded silently, and then followed behind him.

  The battle outside is not over yet, Brother Quanshui and the others are probably in the midst of a fierce battle with the torch right now.

  There are still a lot of things to do.

  They have to leave some people behind to consolidate their position here, and at the same time, they have to send some people to reinforce the friendly forces at the Weifu military base.

  If required by management...

  (end of this chapter)

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