「...... The Son is above. 「

A man in a hunting suit stood next to a rusty guardrail, holding a telescope in his hand, at the discarded water tank just a few kilometers away from the battlefield, repeating the phrase over and over again.

He is a hunter in the town of Hope, and his name is Liu Youxiong.

When the fog had risen earlier, the town priest had said something godly and godly, and Mayor Ma sent him to Pinecone Farm to check on the situation.

Liu Youxiong didn't dare to slack off.

Not only because this was an order from the town chief, but also because Pastor Wei said that the Holy Son was angry and sent divine punishment to the traitors and heretics who betrayed the torch.

He suddenly felt a pang in his heart, fearing that the divine punishment might implicate his own family, and wondering what the divine punishment was.

So he mounted his horse and galloped, and just as he was halfway there, the apocalyptic flames and roars nearly tossed him to the ground.

Hurriedly getting up from the ground, he immediately found a high place and climbed up to the tower tank that stood alone next to the abandoned building.

Then I saw the next scene—

There were boiling flames reflected in his pupils, and there was a charred corpse, and Liu Youxiong swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

That's what it is......

The divine punishment of the Son?

But---

Is there a mistake in the location?

Burning in hell are the ugly beasts, the blood-drinking mutants who live in the city.

He clearly remembered that those man-eating things were vicious dogs under the command of the Holy Son.

But why

The hot wind that slowly blew removed the gray-green haze and the confusion in his heart.

His gaze swept over the pillar of smoke that reached into the sky, and he saw the steel airship far away in the sky, which was now flickering with sparkling fire.

Soon another round of artillery fire washed over the devastated wilderness, like a heavy hammer followed by a heavy blow,

Strings of flickering flames engulfed the mutant troops.

At this moment, no matter how much he believed in the power of the Holy Son, he could see that it was not the divine punishment of the Holy Son—

It's the wrath of the alliance managers!

"Roar!"

His own provocation was unceremoniously thrown back, and a surge of anger twisted into a ball in Kuru's face.

Raising the axe gun in his hand, a boiling beastly roar came out of his mouth.

In the darkness of the mud, muscular mutant warriors picked up their weapons and hatred, roaring and charging at the heavily armored human army.

If it was an ordinary light infantry, even if it was not blown up by the previous round of artillery fire, it would have to lose its combat effectiveness.

After all, this is an unfortified wilderness.

In the previous round of bombardment, the number of shells dropped by the Alliance had even exceeded the number of mutant troops.

However, the blood flowing in the bodies of those beasts was the crystallization of the strongest biological technology in the Age of Prosperity.

Even if the limbs are blown off, even if they are roasted

No, even a ruptured heart, a severed artery, and shrapnel stuck in the skull...... As long as they don't die on the spot, they can get back up from the dark mud, and even pick up their broken bones to fight as weapons.

The distorted faces and bloodthirsty pupils were like demons crawling out of the abyss.

Don't say fight it.

Anyone who can still muster courage in the face of this group of beasts can be regarded as dragons and phoenixes among people.

Pity-

The people standing in front of them are not normal people. It's the player.

In the face of that boiling roar and murderous aura that was enough to suffocate ordinary people, they could only think that this dog plan was too bullish!

"Damn...... It's so exciting!"

Wearing K10 "Iron Wall" heavy duty

Exoskeleton, the player holding the XB-1 "Growler" blaster swallows.

Looking directly at the shouting and killing sound that made the earth tremble, his eyes were not only filled with a trace of fear, but filled with excitement and high fighting spirit.

He didn't catch up with the last group fight with mutants. This time it can be regarded as letting him catch up!

Listen to the head of the group, I can't still appear in the promotional PV!

Letting the surging battle intent burn in his chest, Midnight Killer stretched forward the barrel of the 19 explosive gun welded to his arm.

"Brothers!"

There are no superfluous monologues — for uncivilized beasts.

For the bed bugs that lie on the back of civilization and suck the flesh and blood. There's always only one thing they have to do.

As he pulled the trigger, he yelled with all his strength. "Kill!"

In response to the roar, there was a boiling and hot cry. "Kill !!"

"For the Alliance!" "Whoa!"

The deafening roar seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky, and for a time the roar of the beast that roared from the mountains and the tsunami was eclipsed.

There were more than 500 mutant fighters who survived the fire, but they were scattered on a front several kilometers wide.

Although the strength of the jungle corps deployed on the battlefield by helicopter is only 120 people, both the will to fight and the degree of organization are in full swing.

The moment the beasts came into range, Midnight Killer took the lead in pulling the trigger, and more than a hundred players wearing heavy exoskeletons opened fire.

Orange-yellow tracer lights fluttered across the battlefield, and exploding fires flickered across the muddy wilderness.

In the face of the blaster fire, the mutants who advanced forward as they opened fire fell one after another, but soon the battle line spread from the front of the jungle corps to the flanks.

These green-skinned animals are not really brainless, but most of them disdain to use their brains when they can be solved by brute force.

Seeing the Alliance's firepower and heavy armor, Kuru immediately roared and gave the order, telling the minions to press on at all costs and engage in melee combat with the human soldiers.

In his experience, once they were approached within ten paces by his warriors, the two-legged animals would lose the will to fight.

And the battle will soon turn into a one-sided slaughter!

The gray-green haze provided cover for the mutants' charge, and while they suffered continued casualties, the momentum of the run did not slow down.

And the mutant troops encountered by the Jungle Corps this time are completely different from the group of guys they encountered last time.

Also green-skinned animals, most of these guys have been modified by prosthetics, and they are also more sophisticated in weaponry.

Some of them carried heavy machine guns, some carried mortars on their backs, and some carried wooden baskets full of grenades.

Relying on their powerful muscles, they can burst out with a force comparable to that of an exoskeleton and throw a shot shot like a flowering bullet more than a hundred meters away.

The mutant soldiers gathered from all over the battlefield were like a large bowl, buckling towards the Coalition's narrow position.

Looking at the battle line and the steel armor that was close at hand, Kuru's heart sneered, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty fierceness.

He swears.

He will kill the guy who provoked him in the most brutal way.

It's just that what makes him faintly uneasy in his heart is that in the face of the unstoppable charge on his side, the army in front of him has no intention of retreating.

What do these guys want to do?

Do you expect to rely on a few sets of exoskeletons to block them?

Kuru's heart was uneasy, these two-legged animals seemed to be different from those elsewhere.

However, there is no time for hesitation.

On this battlefield with visibility less than ten meters, the two sides collided in just a few breaths, and a hand-to-hand battle began on the soil that had been cultivated by artillery fire.

"Die-!"

A two-meter-tall mutant stepped out of the fog, and the shotgun in his hand spewed out arc-shaped fireworks and slammed into the face

The chest of the former Union soldier.

Thumb-sized buckshot knocked the pitch-black breastplate into a pit.

However, the man who was shot did not shake his body, raised the muzzle of the gun and returned the 19 armor-piercing bullets.

That's a distance of ten meters, just stuck at a safe distance from the blaster.

The blaster slammed into the mutant's shoulder, and a jet of hot metal spewed out of the mutant's shoulder blades, scattering scraps of flesh and bones all over the ground.

The mutant's bloodshot eyes widened, and he fell to his knees without saying a word.

Looking at the kneeling animal, the model grinned.

「MMP！ You're a little tender against Lao Tzu!" However, it is a pity that he is handsome for only three seconds.

It had been brewing for a while before he was halfway through, and three or five more mutants rushed in front of him across the mud.

Calmly raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger, but when he heard a click, the Voldemort model frowned, and immediately threw down the blaster and pulled out the logging axe hanging on the exoskeleton.

Almost at the same time as he picked up his axe, the mutant closest to him had already been slaughtered in front of him in a thick chainsaw.

With a bloodstain stamped on the metallic iron-covered skull and a monstrous color written on the twisted face, this guy is still an elite monster - a prosthetic mutant!

Sideways dodging the whizzing fatal blow, he slammed into the dirt with the chainsaw, and strode forward, the axe in his hand lifted from the bottom to the top, smashing the mutant's side ribs hard.

The touch from the palm of his hand, he could feel the stunt of the separation of flesh and bones, and the blow also cut several of the guy's lung tubes, to say the least.

"Roar!"

It was the mutant's resilience, the muscular green-skinned animal let out a painful roar, its round eyes almost oozing blood.

Its muscles swelled to the limit, and it struggled to pull out the chainsaw that had slammed to the ground, flicking the creaking chains at the human warrior beside him.

However, this fatal second blow was still dodged by the cunning fellow.

"Okay, huh? Brother."

The rolling chain made a tooth-aching sound against the shoulder armor, and although he was frightened into a cold sweat, Voldemort still sneered stiffly.

Regardless of whether the mutant understood it or not, he pulled out a blasting bullet and smashed the iron buckle on the guy's chest, and then slapped it with an axe.

The moment the blunt mouth hit the primer, the smoke of the explosion erupted, followed by dazzling sparks unfolding from the tail of the blasting bomb.

The mutant staggered back, reaching out to pull out the hot blaster nailed to his chest, but stomped on the corpse that had fallen not long ago, and rolled backwards unbalanced, losing his last chance to live.

"Bang!"

A jet of hot metal pierced his chest, burrowing out from behind his scarred back, twitching his massive body upwards.

Wiping the blood from his helmet, the Voldemort Model was about to catch his breath, only to see another burly mutant rush in front of him.

This time it's another guy with a cannon barrel in one hand and a mace in the other, and none of the prosthetics on these animals are the same!

"Mommy...... How many more are there in this bunch!?"

An axe slashed off the barrel of the cannon that was slamming into his chest, and the lying model who had been hit with a hammer on his shoulder snorted, cursed in the communication channel, and then retaliated with a fierce axe.

It's been blown up several times, why are there so many?! A squad voice can be heard in the communication channel.

"The mission briefing says five hundred to six hundred."

Listening to the cacophony of sounds, you can guess the intensity of the battle.

Looking at the green head flying out, Voldemort threw away the grease axe and picked up the mace dropped by the elite monster.

"Are you sure it's only five or six hundred?!"

A rustle echoed through the communication channels.

「.....

It doesn't matter how much he has left, I'm done with my mother!"

Truly.

Whatever the fuck there is.

In this bloody atmosphere, he gradually got up, and gradually found the feeling of the Voldemort model worker, and his expression became hideous.

It's a rare opportunity, so it's good to kill it! "Roger!"

The sound of gunfire in the wilderness was almost inaudible, and at the distance from face to face was better than axes, hammers, and chainsaws.

To mutants with extremely tenacious vitality, half-finger-wide bayonets look like toys, not necessarily as hard as their bones.

And even if their stomachs are cut open, even if their intestines fall out, they can fight with the mallets in their hands, and only by completely smashing their skulls or poking a hole in their chest can they actually kill them!

Similarly, for Alliance soldiers who are armed to the teeth by exoskeletons, the puncture damage of sharps and rifles cannot break through the defense of the "iron wall" heavy exoskeleton.

Even overcharged shotguns can only kill them with a single hit to the head, while in the case of general-caliber rifles, their armor is shattered by metal fatigue only through sustained fire.

This kind of procrastination is obviously not the style of this group of mutants, and coincidentally, the macho men of the Jungle Corps are not interested in shooting at them while kiteing.

Therefore, both sides invariably chose to use fists to fight to the flesh to divide the winners and losers, and fought together in the most primitive way.

The chaotic battle situation is like a rolling meat grinder, mercilessly devouring the living life into it, spitting out fragmented flesh.

Kuru's expression was fierce at first, then crazy. When he finally took out the second Alliance soldier, that frantic expression turned uncontrollably into confusion and panic.

It was clear that their side had the upper hand, both in numbers and in strength, but the brothers who rushed forward were brought down one after another.

Obviously hand-to-hand combat is their home field!

This was supposed to be their hunt! These guys......

Is it really human?

When the hot blood sprayed on him, when he licked it into his mouth, he could be sure that the animals in front of him were those weak ones.

But when he saw that the warrior whose armor he had sliced through with a chainsaw instead of running away, pounced on him with a whistling chainsaw, Kuru was stunned.

In this ever-changing battlefield, any wandering mind can be fatal, and he soon pays the price for his confusion.

The blast blast blasted his chainsaw, shattering steel wreckage and scrapping flesh into his chest.

"Ahh

With a painful roar, Kuru took two steps back, looking at the splinter in his arm, and angrily pulled it out and threw it away.

If it weren't for the torch's experts who helped him strengthen the structure of his prosthesis, this alone would have been enough to incapacitate him.

Supporting himself with an axe and spear, Kuru staggered to his feet, as strong as a two-headed ox, but with a stride like a hobbling donkey.

These people are crazy. No-

They are not human at all.

It's something else in human skin!

Those weak two-legged animals couldn't have beaten like that, these guys were ...... than they were More like a beast than yourself! The sound of fighting began to wane.

It wasn't because the enemy in front of him was at the end of his crossbow, but because more and more mutants were falling in front of the steely body.

They usually cost three or four to take out an Alliance soldier wearing an exoskeleton.

And this is already the best-case scenario.

The reality is that three Alliance soldiers form a squad and support each other with the other two squads, and they often lose a dozen lives without gnawing a single head.

Even in the scuffle, those people still maintain a minimum of teamwork, killing crazy while thinking about the team next to them

Friend.

This is something that Kuru could not understand!

However, although his heart was full of hesitation, he was sure of one thing—if he continued to stumble like this, it would be a matter of time before the whole army was destroyed!

Hungry wolf-like eyes searched the battlefield, and soon he saw the unusual figure in the looming mist.

The black tower-like body of steel stood in the very center of the battlefield, like an impassable wall.

There were more than a dozen soldiers in front of him, and the chainsaw embedded in his left arm was still waving non-stop, and the movement of cutting off his head was skillfully like cutting down a tree.

The flying blood drenched the man in blood, scarlet from head to toe, like a living flag.

Although the guy denied being the manager, he was undoubtedly the leader of the human group.

"Haha, utterly insane!"

He still seemed to be shouting something excitedly.

However, Kuru couldn't hear clearly, let alone understand, and only felt that the Alliance soldiers around him seemed to be inspired by the roar.

Kuru's eyes grew dangerous, staring straight at the man, picking up a turnable chainsaw from the ground.

Just kill that guy......

These people will surely collapse and run away!

Coincidentally, as if noticing his gaze, the man looked at him as well, smiling cruelly through his blood-soaked helmet.

Kuru couldn't see his smile, but the moment he was stared at by that gaze, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and the humiliating anger immediately rolled into his heart.

He was a warrior who had been given a name, but he was frightened by the food on his plate!

"Die!"

He roared and rushed over.

Seeing this, the man did not dodge, proudly held up the chainsaw welded to his left arm, and rushed towards him with a roar.

"Crazy!" "Utter madness!"

Contrary to Kuru's brain supplement, at this moment, Brother Ji has completely forgotten the command, and even forgot that he is the corps commander.

He only had a record of the last time in his head. He's completely insane.

Standing in that sacred realm that did not exist on the ground, Luo Gan stared at the battlefield expressionlessly through the eyes of mortals.

How barbaric is this......

How ugly......

He was curious about how the Alliance would fight against the pieces he placed on the chessboard, but he didn't expect it to be in the way of degenerating into beasts.

There was a hint of boredom on his face, but also a hint of pity and sympathy.

The wasteland is such a filthy thing that people have to dive headlong into the jungle in order to survive, turning themselves into hairy and blood-drinking beasts.

And in the process, man has unwittingly become a part of the jungle, turning every inch of soil into a hell where civilization cannot grow.

「...... It's better to start over again with this twisted civilization." With a hint of resentment and relief, he looked at the group of pieces of meat that were scuffling together and read the monologue in a cold tone.

But he soon realized that this was a thought he ought not to have—that he should lead the Lambs to glorious devotion for the fulfillment of his great aspirations, and that he should not judge a man's life or death on the basis of personal feelings, otherwise it would be a desecration of life and ideals.

It is a blasphemy against divinity.

"Sure enough, my cultivation is not enough......

Luo Gan lowered his eyebrows, and after reflecting in his heart, he couldn't help but think

The reason for the "resentment that should not have been". Is it because of Yinyin?

That little girl is like his granddaughter who died many years ago, naïve but not bad in nature, naïve but studious, occasionally arrogant, but deep down he actually hates doing things that hurt others...... For a farmer's child, this quality can be described as kindness or cowardice.

He was curious about what the child would look like, so he stood with the elder

's position casually nodded to her.

Sadly, however, before the budding flower could be seen ripening, it died in a pot by the window of the laboratory.

"Sure enough, it is impossible for the savage soil to grow the branches of civilization, let alone a beautiful and delicate flower, even if she survives, I am afraid she will not live well...... Death may be the gentlest end for her."

He muttered to himself in the face of the empty sanctuary, as if to comfort himself and convince himself.

"Sorry I couldn't save you."

"But I swear to you, when it's all over, you'll live a carefree life in the New World, running freely in the sun."

"Everything that once bound you will no longer exist, and your troubles will disappear with the old world...... It will be a kingdom of heaven that will be more prosperous than the Age of Prosperity, a true utopia on earth."

He let out a soft sigh.

However, at this moment, a contemptuous mockery suddenly broke into this sacred and intrusive realm from a place out of his sight.

"Promise heaven on earth to those who have died, and hide their impotence with daydreams and lies...... It's ridiculous, the way you think of ending this jungle is to kill everyone here? You're not even as good as those big-nosed bastards, who set a fire on it, and the fire could have ruined the woods."

"Who?!"

Luo Gan suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, but he couldn't see the source of the sound, and suddenly his pupils shrank slightly, thinking of the chip left on Yin Yin's body.

Those guys actually used her body to talk nonsense!

A trace of anger flashed in Luo Gan's cloudy pupils, and he stretched out his hand to extinguish the nasty sound, but his thin five fingers paused in midair.

There was a hint of disdain and disdain in that majestic voice, ignoring the weak dead trunk.

"Even if we degenerate into wild beasts, fighting this wasteland with stones, sticks, and even fists and teeth, we will not forget what we are and where we are going."

"Thy kingdom of heaven shall be left to thyself."

"We will not go anywhere, but we will rebuild our kingdom on earth!"