Li Jinrong was completely stunned.

Xiao Yue, who was lying next to him, was the same.

The thick haze had cleared a lot, and the two men held binoculars in their hands, staring intently at the battlefield covered in artillery fire.

If the previous round of artillery fire only brought him a shock to the firepower of the Iron Heart, then this frontal battle simply subverted his perception of people.

Those guys...... Is it really still human?

He had never seen a human soldier who could fight mutants in hand-to-hand combat.

At this moment, he saw a guy wearing a heavy exoskeleton split a two-meter-tall prosthetic mutant in half with a chainsaw, and then pulled out a picked up shotgun and smashed the head of a green-skinned guy.

And what made him even more incredible was that the beasts were starting to get scared. Yes.

The expression of fear was clearly on the faces of the demons

He couldn't even believe his eyes—the beasts that worshiped death and slaughter were frightened by a group of even more lethal creatures.

It's really the sun hitting the west and coming out!

「..... Looks like Brother Chicken has already done it." Putting away the binoculars in his hand, Fang Chang, who was standing not far from the two of them, said calmly.

There is no suspense in the battle itself.

In the past, Brother Ji with more than 20 brothers could resist a team of 1,000 people, but now 120 fully equipped heavy infantry can deal with a group of guys who have been blown up.

Even if this group of guys is much stronger than the previous ones.

But a beast is still a beast after all, even if it uses human weapons and learns human tactics, it still can't change the barbarism in its bones.

Now the only suspense is how many heads Brother Chicken has chopped off, and the idle guys on the official website have opened a plate and asked him to be the referee.

It's a pity that the view here is not good, and you can only see the general outline.

When the time comes, you still have to ask Brother Ji himself how much he has killed.

Xiao Yue swallowed his saliva, got up from the ground, looked at Fang Chang on the side, and couldn't help but ask.

"That..... Are those people the Burning Corps?" If it's those guys......

He didn't think it was too strange to be able to snatch a monster like the Iron Heart.

Fang Chang was stunned, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile.

"You say they...... Those guys are the brethren of the Jungle Corps, although they are also a bunch of ruthless people."

Jungle Corps?

Li Jinrong and Xiao Yue looked at each other, exchanging the blankness in each other's eyes, and a trace of shock gradually appeared on their faces.

He vaguely heard from the merchants from the north that the trump card of the alliance in the battle with the legion in Luoxia Province was that in addition to the Burning Corps, there were several corps such as Storm, Death, and Skeletons, but he had never heard of the name of the Jungle Corps.

An unknown corps can have such combat effectiveness.....

How awesome does that legendary Burning Corps have to be?

But speaking of which, the benevolent brother in front of him seems to be from the Burning Corps.

Probably remembering this incident, the eyes of the two NPCs looking at Fang Chang were different.

Xiao Yue excitedly gave Li Jinrong a look. Haiya Province is saved! ＇

Li Jinrong also nodded excitedly.

'Hmmm! ＇

With such a powerful neighbor as an ally, why worry that you can't recover Haiya Province!

The grand wish of expelling the evil cultists from his homeland finally saw the hope of fulfillment!

On the other side, next to the abandoned water tank, the hunters who had arrived from Hope Town stared at the dusty battlefield in amazement.

The terrain here is relatively high, and the view is better, and you can see the middle of the battlefield that Fang Chang and his party can't see.

I saw that the green-skinned monster with teeth and claws was stabbed through the chest by a thick chainsaw, and the blood was he

The minced meat was tossed several meters high by a rolling saw blade.

The sunlight pierced through the thinning gray-green haze, creating a faint bridge in the swaying blood mist.

Standing in front of the green-skinned monster, the ruthless man with his left arm drenched in blood, mixed with the blood-coated steel armor.

Liu Youxiong was dumbfounded, his mouth was wide open, his chin couldn't be closed, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

It took him a moment before he squeezed a word out of his frozen throat.

「..... Won?"

A human ..... Even if that guy is still human, he actually killed the prosthetic mutant in one-on-one hand-to-hand combat!

And looking like that, the guy he killed seems to be a leader like a mutant centurion or even a thousand.

Gradually, the incredulity engraved in those eyes turned into the color of adoration.

At this time, the voice of aging sounded in his ears. "Are you envious?"

Liu Youxiong was startled and hurriedly looked aside, but the rusty guardrail was empty and there was nothing.

The voice seemed to be in his head. He swallowed and replied truthfully. "I.... I'm envious."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Just when he was embarrassed to think that he had been hallucinating, to his surprise, the voice returned.

"Poor man....."

The voice carried a hint of pity, but Liu Youxiong did not feel any comfort, and lowered his head and muttered.

"You don't need to say this, Lao Tzu knows."

What Hope Town lacks most is hope, being born there is definitely eight lifetimes of mold, and he doesn't need anyone to say that he knows this kind of thing.

His father was eaten by a bear, and his wife gave him the name of the bear, telling him to always be on guard against wild bears in the forest.

However, when he took his shotgun and walked outside the village, he found that a few wild bears were not dangerous at all, and monsters more terrifying than that kind abounded in the wasteland.

But he had to go out again.

The only thing his father passed on to him was the shotgun that was often dumbfired, and he had no other skills, and if he didn't hunt, he could only starve to death.

The voice was silent for a moment, as if in thought.

After a moment, the old voice continued.

"What would you do if you had that power?"

Liu Youxiong replied almost without hesitation.

"Make a lot of money!"

He had heard that those mercenaries were very profitable, whether it was golden coins or colorful pieces of paper, they could exchange them for many things that he could not exchange for his prey.

But he didn't have the ability to fight, and he didn't have those fine weapons.

If he had that great power......

I guess you'll be able to eat meat and drink wine like the mercenaries who sit in the grizzly bear and streetlamp tavern.

In his opinion, that is what life looks like.

The voice didn't mock his ideals, but continued to ask very calmly.

"And then?"

Liu Youxiong was stunned.

"And ...... Buy a piece of land?"

The voice continued.

"And then."

Liu Youxiong was a little annoyed by the question, since this guy can pop up in his head out of thin air, why don't you pry open his brain yourself and take a look?

"How can there be so many then .....?"

He didn't want to cooperate with the pretentious guy anymore, but alas, he didn't find the button to turn off the sound.

The voice ignored his annoyances and continued to speak to itself.

"The strong eat the weak, and once the weak have power, they don't even think about ending this wasteland, but become the next cannibal..... I've learned about your past, and I've learned about Boulder's past, and we've searched for them everywhere we go

It's impossible to exist, but it's a pity that we see things that are uglier than beasts, and those who should live like humans put themselves and others

They have all become animals of the forest."

Gradually, he couldn't understand what the man said, and Liu Youxiong swallowed.

"Who the hell are you..."

"I ....."

The man paused for a moment, as if hesitating to say his name, but finally said calmly.

"It's Luo Gan."

He would normally tell mortals that he was the Son and that the apostles were the forerunners, because this would save him unnecessary and cumbersome explanations.

Unconsciously, he himself has taken on the role of a deity, using divinity instead of humanity to think about everything.

At the moment, however, he changed his mind.

They relied on the technology left over from the era of the People's Union to build a near-perfect system for that great plan, and sacrificed themselves before sacrificing others, in exchange for eternal time to ensure that the plan could be carried out step by step.

Ironically, the self who should not make mistakes the most has a little wavering in his heart at the last moment.

Is it really necessary to tear down the whole house in order to sneak into the rats?

It wasn't the ridicule of the alliance manager that shook him, it was the fact that he looked down on those headache doctors in his heart

User-oriented.

They seem to solve every problem step by step, but they don't get to the heart of the problem at all.

The administrators of that alliance would not have been greater than the original rulers of Boulder City, but what has become of that colony since then?

Singularity City is not the same.

I don't know when the lofty ideal of saving everyone and relying on heaven and earth is better than relying on oneself, has compromised with reality and become another unimagined appearance. Those guys weren't even as good as the nobles of Boulder City, at least those dog-like guys didn't eat people in a saucepan.

The Torch Church's approach may have been extreme, but Luo Gan felt that they were much more merciful than the real Torch Project that the pre-war elites had come up with.

At least, they didn't intend to kill all life on the planet to create a pure paradise.

They truly intend to save all of them and make humanity a higher being, so that the wasteland disappears completely.

Luo Gan had no doubt that he was doing the right thing, and he didn't care at all how those guys who didn't understand anything were sneering.

However, just as he was about to cut off the voice with his own hands, he thought of the little girl who was lying in a pool of blood.

He left a lot of chips in this parish, but only that

One was special to him, he had broken down the divinity into countless parts and scattered them across the land, but he left only the only humanity to her.

When the chip that carried the memory of death was reactivated, and the cut data flowed back into his body, his soul finally trembled uncontrollably.

The voice that echoed in his ears tortured himself repeatedly.

Which of the lives they have sacrificed in batches over the past twenty years is more than the demons and monsters in the wasteland?

At that moment, Luo Gan suddenly realized that on the road to utopia, he himself seemed to have become a part of this wasteland.

It's a weight that can't be measured at all.....

With one last link to go before the coming of Heaven, the Alliance doesn't seem to realize what this fog means.

But in the end, he couldn't do it. He wanted to ask the opinions of ordinary people as Luo Gan. As a person, not a god.

This is something he hasn't done in a long time.

「..... Luo Gan?" Liu Youxiong, who heard the name, looked dazed.

He had never heard of the name, but vaguely remembered it, seemingly

Where have you heard it.

Is it the priest or the mayor? Luo Gan

Didn't care, asked patiently. "Why do you believe in the torch?" Liu Youxiong scratched his head blankly.

"I..... I don't know, in fact, I also believed in the greathorn deer god before, but the big people in the town told us that it was good to believe this, and the mutants would not bully us, and then we believed."

That's right.

It's to avoid being bullied by mutants. He almost forgot!

Liu Youxiong's heart was full of fire.

He felt cheated because things weren't like what the guys said they were.

The green-skinned guys didn't care what they believed or didn't believe at all, and the high-ranking Son didn't care about them, but used divine punishment to intimidate them, was it the first to deceive or the first to waver?

He's just a hunter, why does he have to go to that heavenly kingdom, is there anything wrong with wanting to live a better life when he has the strength? It must be wrong that the sky was blue and the clouds were white!

Luo Gan didn't care about his anger and calmly continued to ask.

"Then do you want to go to the kingdom of heaven described by the Son?"

didn't have a good impression of the Holy Son anymore, Liu Youxiong didn't dare to scold out loud, but he couldn't help but sneer and sneer.

"What is the kingdom of heaven? Ha, do you mean this rancid mist? If it's just as cloudy as it is here, I have a lot of sympathy for the people who live there!"

He waited for a long time and didn't hear a response, and he couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart.

That Luo Gan.....

Could it be an apostle sent by the Son? He shouldn't be informant.

Uneasy in that silent atmosphere, a drop of cold sweat slowly swept across Liu Youxiong's forehead.

And at this moment, a soft sigh came from his ear. "I see."

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

Luo Gan thought silently in his heart and left from his side.

"What do you know?"

Listening to the words that had no beginning or end, Liu Youxiong looked around blankly, but he couldn't see anything other than the empty ruins

See a figure.

He was sure he wasn't crazy.

Someone did come here, but after not getting his approval, it seemed to leave disappointed.

It's like you've never been here..... Right in the middle of the battlefield.

Looking at the chainsaw stuck in his chest, Kuru slowly lifted his stiff neck and looked at the iron lump standing in front of him.

The guy wasn't in great shape either, fighting him back and forth for dozens of rounds, his blood-soaked armor covered in dents and cracks, and his chainsaw barely shredded in half.

However, this was not even a consolation to him.

As a warrior who was given his name by the leader, he lost to a human.

And in the strength and courage of which he is most proud. Tonight he is expected to be the laughing stock of all the clansmen.

The corners of Kuru's mouth curled in a cruel arc as he stared at the helmet with only one slit and said in a hoarse voice.

"What's your name?"

"Twenty-one."

The eyes under the helmet looked at him coldly, and the dull answer floated out of the only gap.

Kuru didn't understand what he was saying, he just assumed it was self-reporting.

Lowering his green and blackened head, he muttered. "Twenty-one..... Isn't it?"

He will remember the name.

When he goes to the land of the dead, he will wait there for this guy to come down, and then have a good fight with him.....

Next time, he will definitely not lose. Thorn one-!

With a tooth-aching creak, bones and flesh were tossed into the air by the rolling blades.

Midnight, who didn't talk much, slammed the chainsaw that was welded to his left arm, sawing Kuru in two from his chest to his shoulder.

The burly body slammed into the ground, and the blood gushed out quickly seeped into the muddy black soil.

Seeing the Centurion die at the hands of that human, the remaining mutants finally couldn't hold back the panic in their hearts anymore.

Just as they howled and rushed towards them, they were beaten and bruised, and they seemed to be dead in the direction of the city of Geumkawa

Flee.

These guys aren't human at all --

It's the devil!

And this hastened their demise!

"Crush them!"

Midnight Killer roared, straightened up the 19 barrel of his right arm, dismantled the jammed ammunition feeder and stuffed it into a burst shell.

Bang--!

A mutant soldier was shot in the back, sparks sparkling out of its chest, and the guy didn't even have time to scream before he was knocked to the ground by the ferocious destructive force.

"Rush them!"

"Want to run? There are no doors!"

"Whoa!"

The other players who were covered in blood also picked up their blasters and switched magazines to fire at the fleeing mutants.

Tracer lights flew across the muddy battlefield, firing and advancing players like meat grinders.

Under the baptism of bullets, the last dozens of mutant soldiers were killed one by one, and soon there was no one left. The battle is over completely.

The crowd began to count the casualties.

There were one hundred and twenty when they came, and now there are still ninety-seven left, and only twenty-three of the hapless brothers who died at the hands of the mutants.

As for how many they killed, most players don't remember anymore, but can only roughly estimate that there are five or six hundred.

There is no doubt that this is a hearty victory!

Not only did they thwart the arrogance of the greenskins, but they also proved to the survivors of the land that the brutes were not invincible!

Cheers of victory resounded on the battlefield.

"Brother Chicken is awesome!"

"Hahaha, it's cool!"

"Brother! Do we have a chance to promote the PV?" "One shot is still fine!"

"Damn, Lao Tzu is so fierce, it's only one shot??"

"Damn! You're not satisfied with a shot?"

"The main thing is that there are too many ruthless people in this suit, and one minute of PV is not enough, let the dog-cough, let the planner make the video a little longer."

Looking at the brothers cheering for victory, the midnight chicken slaughter and the Picheng paratroopers, little bookworms, and model workers who came up

High five.

Before he could catch his breath, Voldemort asked excitedly.

"What kind of brother? How many?"

He also participated in the gambling game on the forum, and he pressed two hundred silver coins not much, and Brother Gambler will definitely be able to break the record of the last time this time.

The strength of the chicken killer brother is obvious to everyone.

Although this time it is a tailwind situation, and the remaining few heads are not enough for more than 100 brothers, this guy never commands when he fights, and rushes faster than anyone else.

There is still hope for breaking the record of sixteen kills!

Looking at the corpse, Midnight Killer, who had regained his senses, smiled innocently, lifted the chainsaw that had been turned off and rubbed his helmet.

"Just broke the record."

And the records of the garbage gentleman have been broken.

This time he's so cool!

Hearts of Steel, the doorway to the infirmary.

Chu Guang, who was standing outside the corridor, looked past the porthole on one side and looked down at the gray-green haze in the distance.

Although you can't see the surface of the ground clearly from here, there are always players who are seriously injured in every battle and are worried about making up for themselves.

Just now, he had already learned the result of this battle in advance through the official website forum from the posts of those players.

Those players are his eyes.

to see for him the ground which he could not see

Square.

Walking behind him, Frost, who usually doesn't look very smart, is now bowing his head with a heavy face.

"I'm sorry..... We did our best."

Chu Guang, who was facing away from it, sighed softly.

"Don't blame yourself..... We've done everything we can."

After that Yin Yin was shot, the players stationed in the area immediately called the Viper Transport and sent her to the airship accompanied by Chen Yutong.

Although the little girl was not a citizen of the Alliance, it was the wish of the players to hope that she would get better, and Chu Guang also attached great importance to this, and immediately contacted the medical staff sent by the company to the ship to rescue her.

Unfortunately, she lost her heartbeat when she got off the plane, and even an emergency replacement of her biomimetic organs did not allow her to survive.

He was a man who didn't like to express his anger in words, and he didn't sympathize with the farmer who was to blame.

However, after seeing the bloodless face, he couldn't help but let the eclipse activate the chip in her head, and put that

A guy hiding in the sanctuary scolded.

Hanshuang faced Chu Guang's back silently, and rarely couldn't say a word.

It still couldn't understand what kind of plan it would take to sacrifice tens of thousands of people to accomplish it.

And when Chu Guang told her that this number was only what they saw, and that they didn't know how many zeros they had to add if they didn't see it, it could hardly believe what he said.

Is this the conclusion that human beings have come to after thinking to no avail?

This is not the same as a simple war.

It could at least understand what the Legion was trying to do, if it couldn't agree with it, and these guys were stubbornly doing something it couldn't understand anyway.

Frost was a little confused for a while.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, was silent.

It could sense that its owner was not in a good mood, but it didn't know what to say, so it could only stay by his side quietly.

At this moment, the door to the infirmary suddenly opened, and an expressionless eclipse walked out of the room.

Chu Guang looked at it and was about to ask what the situation was now, but the eclipse who walked in front of the two of them spoke first. "She's dead."

Hearing its announced death, Chu Guang didn't have any surprises, just sighed softly.

"I see."

Frost's face was full of sadness.

The eclipse continued to look at Chu Guang expressionlessly, his pupils flickering slightly.

"But alive."

Frost: "?"

Xiaoqi: "???"

Chu Guang: ".....?"

What?