This Game Is Too Realistic

The afternoon light 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 during 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 a dense gray gas slowly floated out from their mouths and noses.

However, perhaps because the prey has not yet appeared, they did not make any other unnecessary moves.

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

As if waiting for something.

Alliance soldiers also stared at them, light and heavy machine guns mounted on the edge of the window.

Now is not the best time.

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

The Alliance's Defense Zone 06 is located at the waist of the entire defense line, which is cut 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 is the roof of a reinforced abandoned office building.

Quan Shui holds a telescope in his hand and watches motionlessly

Towards the north.

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 wandering near Chi Chi. The gnawers.

Except for the driver who is a level 20 veteran player, the other four are all newbies who have just entered the game.

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

"Awesome! Is this the wasteland?"

"Are those zombies? 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 zombie? That thing is called a gnawer! It was transformed by Mugu!"

"What the hell? Mugu? Isn't this similar to the green skin of Warhammer?"

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

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

"Don't go outing, keep an eye on your target, I'm not kidding you, you are already at the front line, this is no joke.

Their mission is simple.

Those were the nibblers who were in the way before clearing the position.

Although these guys don't have strong combat effectiveness, as cannon fodder, they will consume the machine gun ammunition on the alliance's position. Cleaning up these guys regularly before the wave comes is considered the daily routine of each defense zone before the wave comes.

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

The first time someone called him "Big Boss", the level 20 player smiled sheepishly and joked.

"What will happen if 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 that when he died for the first time, he couldn't go online for three days, his whole body was like ants crawling, and he lay flat on the bed at night with his eyes open and couldn't sleep.

But it would be nice to experience it a few more times.

People will inevitably feel uncomfortable when moving from one environment to another unfamiliar environment, but after a period of time, most people can adapt to this kind of life of "switching back and forth between two worlds."

Just as the two were exchanging a few words, the nearby gnawers had already gathered in this direction because of the piercing horn.

The old player coughed and ended the chat.

Looking at the gathering gnashers, the four newbies instantly tensed up.

Tightened 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 bang, the bright fire 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 was suddenly as excited as a 200-pound child, his face flushed with excitement.

This feels!

Real guy!

This is much more fun than the water gun!

Seeing that ignorant look, the veteran player in the pickup truck smiled.

He couldn't even 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 of the strength type, you can definitely hold down the barrel of the gun. Remember to spread your legs forward and backward, bend your knees, and sink your center of gravity. Don't stand there like a pillar. If you encounter a crawler, you won't be able to run away. - Damn it, 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 sitting in the pickup truck couldn't help but hold his forehead.

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

The veteran player sitting in the car kept shouting commands, and amid the continuous sound of horns, the nibblers surrounded his car.

Already at level 20, the man was certainly not afraid of a few nibblers. He put down the handbrake and stepped on the switch. The jagged bucket instantly pushed out the few nibblers that were rushing towards the hood.

The four newbies were encouraged by what they saw, and they also mustered up their courage. They pulled out the crowbars and daggers on their backs, and rushed towards the gnawers surrounding the pickup truck with howls.

As the sticks and daggers were shouted at indiscriminately, black blood splashed on the battlefield, and soon there were more than a dozen gnawers lying on the ground.

The battle lasted for half an hour.

The newbies, who were covered in blood, were breathing heavily, but there was no trace of fatigue on their faces. 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's fighting ability is not good enough," the strength 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 anyone stronger?" Alien species? A slightly more exciting one.

The veteran player sitting in the car lit a cigarette and became happy when he heard these words.

"Stronger? There must be one! I'll take you to brush the Death Claws later!"

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this.

"real?!"

The veteran player said cheerfully.

"That has to be true, but wait until you survive the wave."

Death is something that all players will eventually face. They will die sooner or later anyway, so it is beneficial to die 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 of rebirth.

The task of cleaning up the Gnawers came to an end, and everyone began to clean up the battlefield.

Under the command of the old player, the four newbies carried the corpse of the gnawer into the pickup truck.

The fruiting bodies of slime molds can be used to produce nutritional pastes 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 trips will pay for an automatic rifle.

Commander Quan Shui stood on the top of the building and saw it from beginning to end. Kakarot, who was carrying a rifle, walked up to him and said with a grin.

“The quality of this new generation is just okay.

"really.

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

Kakarot: "Hahaha!"

The girl who asked earlier, "What will happen if I die in the game in real life?" Although she looks timid, her actual performance in the battle is much calmer 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 level 10, their veteran players have always had the task of "passing on the fire" as a mentor and apprentice, and help the rookies who have just entered the game adapt to the game 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 the members of the corps some opportunities to take the rookies to the front line to experience them in less important daily combat tasks.

But at this moment, something strange suddenly happened in the thick gray-green fog not far in front of the distant position.

Quan Shui couldn't help but frown slightly, and picked up the telescope he had just put down.

"The spore cloud activity index is increasing...the thick fog is approaching us." Kakarot, who was standing aside, took a look at the air monitoring indicator and said seriously.

Without a trace of hesitation, Quan Shui immediately ordered.

"Sound the alarm and prepare to fight."

"yes!"

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

The old player sitting in the pickup truck immediately noticed that something was wrong, and at this time, the voices 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 the window, and shouted to the players who were still groaning and moving the corpses.

"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 corpse of the corpse and jumped into the back of the pickup truck.

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

The air spore concentration index is 477!

Good guy, it jumped up to 70 in just a few seconds! Not daring to hesitate, he stepped on the switch and walked backward along the road.

The open door opened.

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

There was a loud squeaking sound, and the round, crimson piece of flesh exploded instantly, exploding into a dense fog, like a physical wall.

He had never seen such a strange alien species before, and the veteran player's eyes widened.

Bomb victim? ! It doesn't look 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.

What was released from the meat ball was not just spores, but also countless digestive fluid droplets with a diameter less than 1μ.

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

Almost as soon as his pickup truck broke into the thick fog, his exposed skin felt a stinging pain like needles, and then

It began to fester in large areas.

This kind of itching pain is just at the critical point that triggers pain shielding. The pain and itching are simply unstoppable. "Ouch-ouch-!"

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

However, just when the pickup truck was almost rushing 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 hard on the roadside.

The veteran player sitting in the driver's seat was almost knocked unconscious by the shock, and the four newbies in the rear trailer stumbled forward and almost rolled from the rear 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 veteran player looked unlucky and was about to reverse the car and get back on the road when a tremor that shook the ground suddenly came from the alley not far away.

His penis suddenly shrank, and he almost instinctively pulled out the assault rifle from the passenger seat and loaded it.

And at the same time, half of their bodies were covered by the orangutan's

The monster covered in red flesh rushed out of the alley, its mouth wide open and roared at everyone.

"What the hell?!"

What the hell is this? !

Not only the old players sitting in the pickup truck were dumbfounded, but the spring standing on the roof was also stunned.

Another alien species that I have never seen before!

The concentration of spores is gradually increasing, and it is no longer possible to see clearly what is happening on the ground by visual inspection alone.

However, Brother Quanshui responded quickly and immediately issued the order through the communication channel.

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

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

Alien species not shown in the picture appeared outside the defense zone. They have to figure out what that thing is!

Two clean answers came immediately 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 flame.

A power player sat behind the tongue of fire, holding a 20-mm rapid-fire machine gun in his hand.

Thick and long traces of light rushed towards the corner of the street,

The chest of the monster eroded by slime mold instantly exploded with blood mist, and it staggered backwards.

Seeing the tracer as thick as a python dancing on the cement floor, and listening to the noisy sound of breaking through the air above his head, Mengxin, who was scattered beside the pickup truck, felt his blood surge.

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

Now standing there immersed in the scene 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 bundle of foot to him. A rope as thick as your thumb.

"Tie the rope to the monster's right leg! Tie it tightly!" The power player was stunned.

"But the machine guns are 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 bosses were already on board, the power player gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Sure enough, just as their leader said, just when they

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 strength player quickly tied the rope,

Watching the boss, who had already tied the rope, rush towards the pickup truck, he also chased after him.

However, at the same time that he had just returned to the road, 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 that is used to balance the body straight back.

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 plucked turkey.

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 life of an awakened person is not much harder than that of ordinary people. If something really happens, he or she should overturn. Maybe it 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 alien creature that looked like a crocodile pounced on him and started feasting.

"Card-!"

The sound of the bones breaking was clearly heard, and the power player felt the hair standing on end all over his body, and his hands and feet were unconsciously cold.

The elder brother who led him to level up was killed in just one breath.

Is this the wasteland?

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

Looking at the two ropes tied to the trunk, 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 before they fired 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, and there was no movement at all.

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

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 originally only knew how to frame people up to A suddenly learned how to micromanage.

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

Realizing this, his expression became more solemn. I’ll have to share this news on the official website soon!

Meanwhile, the fighting on the ground continues.

Seeing that his teammates were already on leash, the power player didn't dare to fight anymore, so he rolled and crawled into the cab of the pickup truck.

Although it was the first time to drive this thing, simply alliance vehicles did 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 bringing back the monster's body.

But at this moment, the heavy machine gun fire was already directed at the guy. After wandering around for a few times without success, it decisively gave up the pursuit and turned around and got into the thick gray-green fog.

The strength player didn't dare to look back, his right foot was 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

The dagger cut the rope in the trunk, then 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.

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

The power player sitting in the driver's seat gasped.

Hearing the continuous gunshots in the distance behind his head, 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 a heavy-duty exoskeleton walked over from a distance.

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

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

"Sorry, I...only come back to me..."

"No need to apologize, you have done a good job in that situation. Most people can figure out what they should do when they go to the battlefield for the first time." Instead of blaming him, Quan Shui instead

She patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, smiled and said, "What's your name?"

Mengxin: "Old Man Zangdan! 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 man'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! Of course!" Quan Shui said with a smile.

"Okay! From now on, you will be our reserve member! When you reach level 10, I will officially bring you in."

The cute newcomer in the power department was filled with joy. The shock that was still hanging on his face a second ago was gone, leaving only the corners of his mouth that were grinning upward.

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

What kind of treatment is this for the protagonist! etc-

According to the routines of ordinary online games, as the protagonist, would it be better for me to refuse calmly at this time?

I don’t know what this guy is thinking about, Quan Shui

Just treat it as a little leek with decent potential.

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

Nodding with satisfaction, Quan Shui prepared to return 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 looked back at him.

"them?"

Old Man Shandan swallowed.

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

"...Hard to say." Quan

Commander Shui was silent for a while and shook his head.

He had been captured by slime mold in the wave before, but 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 fortunately, three of them were taken away this time.

After going to the forum, he might be able to hear some clues that interest him...