This Game Is Too Realistic

At the temporary command post several kilometers away. Staring at the screen, Chu Guang who was clad in his exoframe heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, they got there in time."

He had ordered Xu Shun to purchase support from the militia in Boulder Town.

The 12 incendiary bombs were worth 60,000 chips, and if he purchased more than 6 bombs, the delivery fee would be free within Clearspring City.

Those bombs were of great quality, and they were pretty cheap.

In fact, Chu Guang planned to hire mercenaries to help fight, but the distance from Boulder Town to 65th Street was too far, and it was not cost-effective.

He quickly changed his mind and used the contact information he collected from the radio to rent planes from the militia and buy a wave of air strikes.

It seemed like it was well worth the money spent!

As for where those chips came from?

Of course, he couldn’t afford that much, but he could borrow from Liszt.

Besides, Chu Guang’s reputation was still good, and there was still a large amount of psychoid leaves in the warehouse. Therefore, Liszt was not worried at all that he wouldn’t be able to pay back the money. Instead, he’d rather him borrow more.

"The troops on the front line should be able to take a breather."

On the frontline positions, flames were still burning in random spots.

The accumulation of corpses had piled up into hills.

From time to time there was the sound of mortars in the distance, shooting the 88mm high-explosive shells in the gray-green thick fog in the distance, leaving a trail in the air.

The boss had been taken out by the airstrike.

Only a few mutants escaped, struggling with the corpses all over the floor.

"… Is it over?" Spring Water Commander was feeling relieved. Maybe he was overthinking the problem, and the blockade might not be as difficult as he imagined.

There were still 5 or 6 hours before dawn, but they had inflicted already destroyed a tenth of the horde.

However, at this moment, dense gunshots suddenly came from the position on the right. Spring Water immediately looked towards the building not far away, but only a few flickering fires could be seen in the darkness.

Then an urgent voice appeared over the communication channel.

"A large number of Creepers have appeared in our left!"

"Our side too! Our right side is under attack… Fuck!"

"Damn it! Where did these monsters come from?!"

There were sounds of rifle fire from the communication channel, as well as the piercing cries of Creepers. The players stationed in the buildings fought hand-to-hand with the mutants who entered the buildings.

From the sounds that appeared in the communication channel, there was obviously more than 1!

A drop of cold sweat fell from the forehead of Spring Water.

Just when he was about to split out some of his men to support the positions on both sides, a black shadow suddenly burst out from the thick fog and flames.

Seeing that figure clearly, Darkest subconsciously let out an exclamation. "An exoframe?!"

To be precise, it was an exoframe infested by Slime Mold. The cracks in the rusted armor were filled with dark red flesh, and a dark red creep had also spread over the steel surface from the breastplate to the leg armor.

Steel and flesh were organically combined to form a strange monster that no one had seen before. But what was surprising was that its running posture was no different from that of a real person!

The positions on both sides that were under Creepers’ attacks barely managed to open fire. Two 37mm armor-piercing bullets hit the thick breastplate, making a steep upward trajectory.

The bullets failed to penetrate the monster’s armor!

Battlefield Cheerleader’s eyes widened in shock.

It was a T-10 exoframe!

He’d seen it on the forum before!

It was in the photos taken by Ample Time when he went to Boulder Town for the first time. The militia in Boulder Town was wearing this kind of exoframe!

Was it captured by Slime Mold?

Before he had time to think about the reason, the players around him quickly pulled the trigger and fired at the exoframe, trying to stop it from advancing.

However, the 7mm bullets were like toys to it, and it couldn’t even slow it down.

A distance of hundreds of meters was passed in a flash.

The exoframe rushed to the player’s position, swung its right arm welded with a chainsaw, and took away 2 lives in an instant.

Darkest wanted to circle to its back, but just as he turned around and took a step back, he was split in half by the howling chainsaw.

This unlucky player had just been resurrected for a few hours, and he didn’t even have time to curse before he was kicked offline again.

Seeing that exoframe turned to look at him, Battlefield Cheerleader knew that he could no longer escape. He threw away the rifle with the empty magazine, pulled out his shovel, and charged forward.

The chainsaw slashed at him instantly. It was so fast that he didn’t know how to react. Even with his talent, the whistling chainsaw cut off his right arm.

With his broken arm bleeding profusely, his consciousness fell into a trance for a moment.

Barely managing to stay awake, Battlefield Cheerleader pulled out the combat dagger with his left hand and stabbed at the exoframe from the side through the gap filled with dark red Slime Mold.

"Die, you motherfucker!"

However, the exoframe was one step ahead of him. It stretched out its left arm and grabbed his neck, lifting him up from the ground.

The dagger failed to hit it.

As the monster tightened the grip, Brother Battlefield felt difficult to breathe; his whole face was swollen red, and he felt as if his head was going to burst.

He threw the dagger in his hand at the monster covered with Slime Mold, but it only created a crisp bang, without causing any damage.

This damn thing probably inherited the defense of exoframe. The 37mm armor-piercing bullets only left a scratch on it, let alone a dagger!

Silver Sword, holding the bayonet in his hand next to him, yelled and rushed up to help, but before he could reach the exoframe, he was knocked over to the ground by a Creeper. His neck was bitten off the next second.

"Oh fuck! Bro! Ahhh, I’m going to fucking kill you!" Seeing the mutants rushing up to them, Silver’s Father, whose rifle was jammed, pulled out his hatchet and bravely charged out. But he was quickly overwhelmed by the Crunchers.

There was chaos on the battlefield, and gunshots were everywhere.

Players and mutants get into a melee.

Both sides were ruthless characters who were not afraid of death. Courage and morale had lost their meaning at this moment.

The whole street was instantly turned into a bloody meat grinder, ensnaring the two warring parties. The lives of both sides were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh, shit…"

I should’ve been more careful! Now, I’m definitely going to die! Seeing this scene from the corner of the eye, Battlefield Cheerleader cursed in his heart.

Before his consciousness faded away, he tried his best to reach his waist with his left hand and tore off the fuse hidden there.

That was the mechanism he designed.

He just never had a chance to use it.

Six grenades emitted smoke at the same time.

Staring at the scarlet eyes under the armour, he spat a mouthful of blood and foamed on its face. "… Go to hell!"

The spit made the monster slightly stunned, as if it didn’t understand what the man was doing.

At this moment, the grenades exploded!

Battlefield Cheerleader was blown to pieces without any accident.

The flames of the explosion caught the exoframe by surprise, and a large piece of mutant creep was blown out, but it didn’t cause any substantial damage.

Platoon A’s defense line was instantly broken.

With the collapse of the frontal defense, the wings, which were already in a hard fight, soon fell into the siege of mutants.

The battle continued and everyone was still valiantly resisting even though they knew that their death had already been decided.

"... Sure enough, I’m going to be killed by the plot." A wry smile appeared on Spring Water Commander’s face.

The intensity of the fourth wave of attacks obviously exceeded their ability to bear.

In fact, if it weren’t for the previous wave of air strikes, they might not even be able to survive the third wave.

He had done his best to try to stop the Tide.

The rest would be handed over to the brothers at the back...

Throwing away the rifle with the empty magazine, Spring Water Commander pulled out his pistol and shot at the surging Crunchers, intending to fight with his teammates until the last moment.

Anyway, it was definitely impossible to escape.

He was an intelligence type after all. How far would he be able to run?

There was no need to think about hiding either.

According to the updated information on the official website, when the concentration of spores in the air reached a certain level, the Slime Mold mutants would gain all-round perception of the area.

They could see everything within the spore cloud!

Another magazine was shot empty, and Spring Water Commander reloaded silently.

To his surprise, those Crunchers didn’t attack him, and didn’t even look at him. They rushed towards the position behind him, or rushed into the buildings on both sides of the street.

Dense fog spread around.

It had completely engulfed him, and the surrounding visibility was less than 5 meters!

At this time, a vague outline suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a 3 meter tall giant, with dark red flesh dragging on the ground like a long skirt. A face without facial features staring straight at him and flesh-red tentacles flew around behind it, like Medusa’s hair.

Although he was not a perception type, Spring Water Commander had a strong feeling the monster in front of him may be more dangerous than the 5 story Behemoth!

Touching the headphones with his index finger, he took a deep breath and said calmly. "Artillery... Fire at my position!"

The VM had marked his location.

Correcting the coordinates would take about half a minute.

After speaking, Spring Water Commander raised the muzzle of his gun and fired at the monster in front of him.

Bang!

Flame spewed from the muzzle.

The bullet hit the monster without drawing even a trace of blood. But he didn’t stop.

He seemed to have successfully attracted the monster’s attention, or maybe the monster was coming after him in the first place.

A slit was suddenly opened on the face without facial features, and a tentacle pierced through his mask and pierced his right eye.

There was no time to react. Spring Water Commander only saw a black shadow flash, and before he saw what happened, he was disconnected from his game character.

His headphones fell on the ground as the picture was still being transmitted.

The monster let out a hoarse whisper, "... Embrace evolution."

Spring Water Commander, who had lost control of his consciousness, stood there in a daze, motionless.

The monster stared at him, as if bewildered by something.

After a while, there was a trace of disappointment in the scarlet pupils, and the monster slowly withdrew its tentacle.

The surrounding Crunchers swarmed up and soon drowned Spring Water Commander’s corpse. And Spring Water Commander stood there motionlessly while being devoured by them.

It was very quiet all around, only the chewing sound could be heard. The scene was eerily creepy.

The next moment, there was a sudden whistle through the air. Dozens of mortar shells covered the area around Spring Water Commander, exploding in a flurry of flames.

After a shell landed nearby Spring Water Commander, a large number of Crunchers surrounding him were killed instantly.

Being hit by the shrapnel and the shock wave of the explosions, the Medusa-shaped monster let out a shrill scream, and the flesh under its skirt rolled frantically, quickly moving it through the hot smoke.

The sound of explosions continued one after another. The streets were in a mess, and the gunshots in the buildings had stopped, leaving only sporadic explosions that sounded from time to time.

In the temporary command post several kilometers away, there was deadly silence.

The camera image was cut off after the sound of the explosion, and the surrounding air was suffocatingly quiet.

Vanus involuntarily glanced at Chu Guang.

Although the expression on his face cannot be seen through the visor, it must not be too good.

All 125 people were killed.

Among them were dozens of ability users.

Even though they fought bravely all the way to the end, such a tragic loss would surely cast a shadow over the entire shelter.

"... They are true warriors," said Vanus, seemingly trying to comfort Chu Guang.

Chu Guang nodded slowly. "Yes."

The construction progress of the first line of defense had reached 60%, and it was expected to be completely completed before dawn.

Although it was still a few hours before dawn, the marching Tide visibly paused.

The Warriors on 65th Street bought them plenty of time.

The nurturing cabins that lost the connections with the clones began to synthesise new clones.

At the same time, with 125 players offline, the official website of Wasteland Online became bustling with activity.