The southern suburbs of Geumkawa City.

In the deserted city lies a nondescript factory building.

The spacious courtyard is littered with crates that have been abandoned for an unknown number of years, and a handful of wild grass swaying in front of the rusty iron door.

A few green heads hide in the shadow of the factory window, vigilantly watching the nearby streets.

This is the transit warehouse for the Torch Church to import weapons and ammunition to the Qi tribe.

Although it is more than a dozen kilometers away from the front line, through the intricate subway network, logistics personnel can easily deliver weapons to front-line soldiers.

The tall buildings blocked out the gunfire, and only the occasional loud explosion or two reminded Garn that the flames of war had burned to the edge of his nose.

Now that the sound of the explosion was inaudible, Garn's mood did not improve in the slightest, but became more irritable.

Just now he learned that his subordinates had retreated from the surface to the underground, which meant that the lair of the Qi tribe on the surface was completely lost.

Standing in the doorway of the warehouse, Garn's fists clenched, his teeth almost clenched, and his angry eyes almost erupted with fire.

The nest was taken over by a herd of two-legged animals.....

Such a shame has never been seen in a century!

Noticing Garn, the mutants guarding the window hurriedly left the window and trotted to open the door for the patriarch.

With the creaking sound of metal, the rusty door opened a crack, and a rickety mutant old man emerged from the crack and watched as Garn bowed slightly.

"Patriarch."

Garn was usually polite to the old priest who was on his side, but he didn't have any good looks at the moment.

Striding in front of Gormore, Garn reached for his collar and stared at him with the big eyes of the brass bell.

"What about the support I need?"

Golmore said calmly.

"It's all here."

Seeing that he still looked calm and relaxed at this juncture, Garn suddenly became angry, and shouted with spittle.

"You know I don't want that pile of burning sticks, I want something that can get that iron lump off! Tell the torch to the man! If they continue to grind, they will take care of the institute themselves!"

Of course, he said that.

If it really left the support of the torch, the Qi tribe might be wiped out by the alliance in a few minutes.

Not to mention those modified prosthetics.

As far as the Qi tribe's own processing technology is concerned, it takes a lot of effort to make an automatic rifle, and it is also the kind that shoots three shots and jams one shot.

He knew very well in his heart that it was okay to use the meat in that biological research institute as a bargaining chip to threaten his allies.

But if the "Champion" Pharmaceutical Biology Research Institute is really lost, the Qi tribe is afraid that it will immediately lose the support of the Torch Church.

Looking at Garn, whose face was distorted by anger, Gommour sighed softly.

He still remembered a few days ago, when the young patriarch confidently comforted his sad face, just continue the ritual and not worry about things on the battlefield.

However, after only a few days of hard work, he only encountered a small setback, and he became like this, not only forgetting what he said, but even pinning all his hopes on the outsider of the Torch Church....

But that's fine.

And that's to be expected.

After a pause, Gomore slowly spoke.

"That's what I'm talking about, and it's here."

Garn was slightly stunned, then his eyes narrowed slightly.

Through that gap, Gormore saw his thirst for power, even if he didn't really understand what power he had.

The expression was almost like that of a child who longed for a new toy.

Looking at the burly baby in front of him, Gomore's heart suddenly flooded with a little sadness.

Maybe that's it

planted innocence, and let them go to this unimagined field.....

Releasing the hand that grabbed the old priest's collar in front of him, Garn's tone took on a slight hint of politeness.

"Take me."

"Follow me."

Gomore nodded, and turned to the rusty door behind him.

With a thirst for power in his eyes, Garn followed without hesitation, stepping into the pitch-black factory.

It was pitch black inside the factory.

In order to avoid detection by the coalition aircraft, the lights were not turned on.

Garn narrowed his eyes, adjusting to the dim light of the factory, and soon saw cylindrical cultivation tanks filled with dark green liquid.

A two-meter-tall body is soaked in a culture tank, its skin grayish-black with turned fangs, a thin jaw, and a thin layer of fluff on closer inspection. The tall and lanky body hides muscles that can be seen in the texture of fibers, although there are not many but they are very explosive, and the body is surrounded by a circle of folded flesh membranes.

Garn walked in, his eyes widening slightly.

If you look closely, the flesh membrane that surrounds the body is actually two pairs of folded wings, extending from the armpit to the crotch!

He had never seen such an ugly monster.

「.... What is this?"

Gormore walked over to the tank and whispered in response.

"A century and a half ago, when scholars were studying the completed lifeforms, they first designed a framework for the perfect life that was still on the blueprint. Its DNA must be stable enough to resist interference from foreign influences, but at the same time it must be tolerant enough to accept all the genes that people have designed for it..... Mutants, on the other hand, are such a framework, even though they are still far from the proposition of the most perfect life, but they have achieved the first step to the perfect life."

After a pause, he continued.

"It's the most perfect carrier on the planet, an almost versatile multi-purpose platform!"

Garn frowned slightly, feeling a mist at what the old priest had said.

The most perfect life?

He had no doubt that he was the most perfect being, and he didn't feel that he was far from that proposition.

As for what carrier, what multifunctional platform.....

He had no idea what the hell the old guy was talking about.

Completely expected of Garn's confusion, Gormore slowly continued.

「..... We are able to implant this perfect vehicle with all the qualities we need to be inherently superior to all machines. Goliath, for example, can devour almost everything in organic matter and convert it into biomass that we can use. The mountains of corpses piled up outside can be transformed into biomass raw materials that are useful to us. Another example is these batwing people in front of you, they can fly freely in the air on their own without the help of aircraft."

"Batwingman." Chewing on the name, the confusion in Garn's eyes gradually turned to enlightenment, then to fanaticism.

If every mutant could master the ability to fly.....

There is no doubt that his own race will be the lord of this land! Didn't the Iron Heart just bully them into not being able to fly?

However, this thought only lasted less than a minute in Garn's mind, and when he saw the few poor batwing people in the factory, the frenzy in his eyes gradually cooled.

"Can Fly...... That sounds good, but unfortunately there are so few of them." Garn touched his chin and analyzed it calmly, "There are only a hundred of them when this is full, and I'm afraid it's not enough for that iron pimple to stuff between his teeth."

If only there were more.

Seeing the little thoughts in the patriarch's stomach, Gomo smiled faintly and said in a very soft voice.

"Of course, it's not just the number you see, at this moment, there are at least tens of thousands of batwings deployed in the entire city of Geumhe."

Gane's Hitomi

Kong shrank slightly, and the frenzy that had died down resurfaced in those bloodthirsty eyes.

Tens of thousands!

One person can drown that airship with a mouthful of spit!

Looking at Garn, who had rekindled his fighting spirit, Gomore slowly opened his mouth and continued.

"The Iron Heart has a lot of firepower and a deflection shield that is immune to almost all kinetic weapons, but it's not against threats from close range..... The Alliance took advantage of this weakness and took the Iron Heart from the Legion, and we can certainly do the same to remove the airship from the Legion

They take it from their hands."

"Now that the Alliance's forces are basically in Geumhe City, the defenses on the Iron Heart must be empty, and we only need to use the cover of the gray fog to launch a surprise attack on them--"

"So what are you waiting for?" Garn grabbed Gomore's shoulder and said excitedly, "Let's do it!"

As long as you can snatch that airship down and bomb it at the Alliance soldiers in the city, even if you can't wipe out those pesky guys, you can at least reduce the pressure on the front line.

"Don't get excited, I'm not done yet," Golmore coughed lightly and continued, "The Batwing Guy's genes are not really designed, and like Goliath, they are in the stage of learning from practice while figuring it out. One of the most glaring flaws that has yet to be resolved is that they need to be under the influence of the Psychic Interference Field in order to be fully combative."

The green worm's brow furrowed, and Garn stared at him deadly.

"What do you mean?"

Gommour continued.

"To put it simply, if they don't have a backbone, they're a bunch of wild dogs without a mind, and they only know how to bite the target next to them and then eat it. We need a warrior strong enough to drive them into battle by their own will."

With that, Gommer turned around and walked to the end of the storeroom on his own, standing in front of a huge culture tank.

This tank is significantly different from other tanks, not only is it twice as large, but the contents kept in it are also more special.

Its body was covered with black scales, more than four meters tall, and had the outline of a humanoid, but it did not look like a human being, but more like a piece of skin

Or armor!

Arriving after Gomore, Garn's gaze was completely glued to the tank as he looked at it.

Scarlet flesh stirred inside the open placket was like a breathing mouth, calling or inviting him.

He didn't know what it was.

The power he dreamed of was right in front of his eyes.

Gomore didn't speak, just stretched out his index finger and tapped it lightly on the control terminal.

With the push of a button, the tank quickly made a clattering pumping sound, and it didn't take long for the dark green liquid to drain away.

The hatch slowly opened, revealing the biomass armor to Gahn's eyes.

The pitch-black scales and heavy shell of biomass were exposed to the air

The flesh membranes on both sides of the ribs are gently agitated, and the back opens folded flesh wings to the sides.

And it wasn't just the pair of black wings that kept Gahn's eyes off, but the swollen and agitated chest.

The muscles there seem to have the power to tear through steel! Garn asked.

「.... What is this?" Gomore replied softly.

"A biomass armor, its name is Nightmare. Not only does it possess terrifying power, sturdy biomass armor, and the ability to fly, but most importantly, it can generate a telepathic field of sufficient power to command all batwingmen."

Nightmare.....

Garn chewed on the name repeatedly, loving it in his heart.

He had no doubt that wearing this armor would become an eternal nightmare in the minds of all old humans.

He looked at Gormore and asked impatiently.

"How do you use this thing?

？」

Gormore said in a soft voice.

"Just put it on, and when it's a part of your body, you'll naturally understand how to use it, it's as simple as breathing...... But you have to think clearly, once you put it on, you can't take it off again." "Just what I want!"

Garn laughed, took off his clothes without saying a word, walked forward naked, and stepped into the cultivation jar.

The Qi tribe respects the strong.

Whoever has the big fist is the boss.

This kind of opportunity to become stronger, as the strongest person in the clan, he categorically can't give it to others!

Even if he knew there was a risk, he was willing to give it a try!

The moment Garn's back rested against the biomass armor, tentacles crawled all over his body.

Sharp interfaces pierced into his flesh, countless tiny cilia tangled with the nervous system of his body.

"Ahhh!!h

The sudden pain made Garn can't help but let out a roar of pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles of his whole body trembled as if they were electrocuted.

The pain was a hundred times greater than that of a prosthetic modification, and he felt that something had been stuffed into his body, and he had some flesh and blood in himself

poured into the guy's body.

The first thing that comes together is the nerves, then the blood, and everything in the heart!

Garn felt as if he was back in the chaotic placenta, an invisible umbilical cord gluing him to the flesh that surrounded him.

When he opened his eyes again, it was a long time later.

Garn no longer perceives his original body, and his consciousness seems to have completely merged into a new shell—

A more powerful shell!

He clenched his fists, and a crackling sound came from his arm, and every cell in his body seemed to be cheering happily.

The delighted Garn then moved his wings, and the hurricane blew away the animal skin clothes on the ground, and the high priest and several minions took a few steps back.

Golmore's eyes stared at the reborn Garn, and a hint of frenzy gradually rose in his cloudy pupils.

Although this road is full of twists and turns—

But the birth of a more powerful creature in front of him gave him some comfort..... At least those sacrifices were not in vain.

Garn clenched his powerful fist and looked contentedly at the standing

Gomore under the stairs.

"By the way, how the hell did those batwings do it? Can you get the church people to get more?"

Gomo lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully.

"Like Goliath, it's mostly bred by mutants at an early age, and the yield is probably not as exaggerated as you think..... But I'm sure if you give them enough time, they will be able to build an invincible air force for you."

Garn frowned.

"And what about this biomass armor?"

"It's similar..... Just a few other things."

To be honest, Gommour didn't really know very well, so he could only answer vaguely.

But that explanation was enough for Garn, and a hint of surprise appeared in the amber pupils, and then it suddenly turned into pleasure.

I see.

No wonder he felt a familiar aura from this set of biomass armor, it turned out that it was also the blood of the clan.

Although he felt that something was wrong, he didn't take it to heart. As long as you can get more power!

It's okay to have that kind of inconsequential thing!

"Roar!"

He let out a hearty roar from his back, and the fleshy wings attached to his back stretched violently to the sides, and the piercing sound waves surged around with the waves of air rolled up by the wings.

The mutant minions stepped back in horror

, the aging Gormore is the same, but there is no trace of horror in his eyes, only fanaticism.

As if they had heard his orders, the batwinged men in the tank opened their closed eyes one after another, beat the glass of the tank with their hands, feet and teeth as if they were frantically, dragging their wet bodies out of it.

It's hard to imagine that this thing was hatched from mutant babies.

But as Garne thought, such minutiae were irrelevant.

Staring at the abominable-looking, fanged-mouthed beasts, Garn's face smirked cruelly.

..... It's time for revenge!"

At the same time, on the roof of the office building a few kilometers away from the factory, an old man wearing an exoskeleton slowly opened his closed eyes.

He heard the shrill roar hidden in the wind, and the turbulent undercurrent hidden in the fog.

The Torch Church's biological weapons deployed in the city have finally been activated.

Monsters with fangs and sharp mouths were whistling towards the steel giant, led by a beast.

Soon everything will be over.

Although I don't know where Luo Gan has gone, there will be no dirty things to interfere with the divine kingdom of heaven coming to this land from this moment on.

Slowly looking in the direction of the airship, the corners of Alzu's mouth curled into a grim sneer.

"A bunch of moths who lie on the old heritage and suck the blood, instead of rebuilding the old utopia and educating the ignorant people, drive the car backwards back to before the era of prosperity. But when I picked up the wreckage of a frigate, I became arrogant and became like this."

Ships of this class.

Not even cannon fodder during the three-year war. He sneered and squeezed the words out between his lips.

"Aren't you very good at fighting?"

"I'd like to see if you have what it takes to keep a whole corpse for yourself."

North of Geumkawa City.

The front line of the Alliance's war with the Odd Tribe.

After taking control of the entrance to the subway station and the street leading to the "Champion" Biological Research Institute, the Coalition's ground forces did not continue to advance, but steadily constructed a new defensive line and waited for supplies to arrive in the rear.

After a full day of fighting, most of the players' ammo is almost exhausted, and even if they can carry it, the guy in their hands can't carry it.

Immediately after the demarcation of their respective defense zones, the commanders of each corps held a simple operational meeting to determine the offensive plan for the next stage.

The command gave the front-line troops enough autonomy to make decisions and choose the order in which they could complete their tasks according to the situation at the front.

That is, players can decide for themselves whether to prioritize the "Champion" Bio Research Institute, or take advantage of the victory to chase down and annihilate the mutants who fled into the subway.

For the convenience of communication and brainstorming, the discussion was put on the player section of the official website forum as usual.

However, when it comes to discussions, there is actually no controversy at all.

Almost all of the corps commanders agreed that while the greenskins were hateful, it was imperative to take down the Champion Biological Institute.

This is not only because it contains a thousand cubic meters of nuclear fuel and a pseudo-brood that dominates the gray fog, but also because taking it there can effectively divide their opponents from a strategic point of view.

After all, the Torch Church's covenant with the Odd Tribe was largely maintained by that institute.

Once the Coalition breached the institute and destroyed the Kingdom of Heaven in the vicinity of Geumhe, the Odd Tribe lost their greatest strategic value to the Torch Church.

And if the institute is surrounded in turn and the annihilation of the living forces in the subway is the primary goal, although the number of mutants can be reduced as much as possible, so that those guys can hide in the corners of the subway and cannot come out, it may also create new variables.

Losing a bishop of a diocese, the Torch Church could not have been kept in the dark until now, and even if there was no bigger move, a new one would definitely be sent over.

A quick fix is the most advantageous option for the Alliance, even if the variants have to be wiped out later

It's worth spending a little more time on the party.

It only took ten minutes for the commanders of the corps to reach a consensus, but at this moment, the commander of the spring water, who had not been bubbling, suddenly burst out with a sentence.

"I always feel like you're going too well."

Previously, the Storm Corps took over the work of the Jungle Corps, suppressing bandits in the mountains and forests of the northern border of the Alliance, and did not participate in this server activity.

Although his own regiment had nothing to do with this event, seeing the hot discussion between the good brothers there, Quan Shui couldn't help but feel itchy, so he interjected.

didn't care about this guy's demolition, and paddled on the edge.

"Wouldn't it be nice to go a little smoother? (funny)"

Commander Spring: "I didn't say it bad..... It's just that it feels like you're winning too easily, and your opponent is either really naïve, or there's a good chance they're holding back some big move."

Killing a Chicken at Midnight: "How Can You See It?"

Commander of the Fountains: "Generally speaking, if I didn't have the slightest chance of winning, I would have turned around and run away if I had the mutant leader. No matter how much the Torch Church gives me, I have money and no life to spend a hammer, and no matter how good the relationship is, I can't do it for my allies, right? What's more, with such a big fog, we can't help it if they really run away from Geumha, and this subway extends in all directions, so you really can't stop them."

Level 99 Picking Up Trash: "This is the logic..... But it doesn't work well with mutants, right? Maybe they just look down on the old humans who have been slaughtered like sheep by them all along? Maybe they didn't even think they were going to lose until now."

Midnight Kill: "+1, those animals don't have as many hearts."

Commander of the Spring: "It's not a matter of the mind, if they really didn't think that they would lose, they wouldn't retreat to the ground, wouldn't it be nice to have a big battle with you on the surface?"

Fang Chang: "Hmm...... I was thinking about that too, but I do

If they don't come out, they still have any cards to use. And if there's a game-changing card, why don't you use it sooner rather than now?"

Commander of the Spring: "Brother, think about how we managed to snatch the Iron Heart in the first place?"

Irena: "Grass, this guy is going to start pretending. (funny)"

Elven King Fugui: "Okay, I know you're in command. (funny)"

Commander of the Spring: "Ahem, I didn't mean that, I'm serious! If you think about it, do you find anything similar?"

Quit smoking: "Pin down the ground troops, and then surprise the attack..... it? You mean they might learn from us?"

Canyon Fugitive Mole: "But the problem is that mutants don't have planes, right?"

Commander Spring: "Those big guys really can't build a plane..... But I said what if, if they had more than just the bloody and beating-resistant big guys like Goliath and Roshan, but also the flying guys?"

Fang Chang: "So far, we haven't seen any of the flying elite monsters you mentioned..... However, what you said also makes sense, since the Torch Church can cultivate biological weapons that defy common sense, it really can't rule out the possibility you said."

Canyon Fugitive Mole: "Well, except for the phase cannon that needs to be deployed in advance

outside, to deal with airships with deflection shields .... Gang-hopping is really the only tactic that works."

Debt-indebted: "No...... Is that really possible?!"

Commander of the Spring: "Fighting is not playing cards, anything can happen on the battlefield. I'm just suggesting, wouldn't it be better to bring a team back to the airship just to be on the safe side? You're already on people's doorsteps anyway."

Lao Bai: "Understood, let's go back!" (bared teeth)"

Regardless of whether the mutant has the card hidden in their hand or not, it is better to have a personal steal tower on the high ground to reassure the teammates who push the tower.

Anyway, as the spring brother said, there is no shortage of them on the front line.

There are skeleton corps and death corps

and the brethren of the Jungle Corps, it is more than enough to take a research institute.

There are really mosquitoes: "Mommy..... Climb the stairs to see you discuss, and the chrysanthemums are tight, so I'll go back to the line first! (frightened)"

Night Ten: "Don't panic, brother will come back to accompany you. . . (squinting smiles)"