The afternoon sunlight is elongated by a gray-green spore cloud, and although noon is the time when the slime fruiting body is at its least active, this pattern is reversed during spring and winter.

Even though they were restricted by the sunlight, due to the more suitable temperature, the frozen fruiting bodies instead glowed with the breath of life, and a gray gas slowly wafted out from their mouths and noses.

However, perhaps because the prey has not yet appeared, they do not have any other superfluous movements.

Just standing quietly on the devastated street, his eyes blank in the direction where the breath of life is most active.

As if waiting for something.

Coalition soldiers watched them as well, a heavy light machine gun mounted on the edge of the window.

Now is not the best time.

They waited too, waiting for the slime molds to gather in the streets, then calling for artillery fire to tear them apart, and then machine guns to harvest the remnants.

The Alliance's Sector 06 is located at the waist of the entire 20-section line, and the pressure here is not as severe as that of Sectors 10 and 11, nor as laid-back as Sectors 1 and 20.

At the forefront, on Position 1, the roof of a reinforced, abandoned office building.

Izumi held the telescope in his hand and watched motionlessly

in the direction of the north.

In the direction he was looking, a four-wheeled pickup truck welded with steel bars and buckets, under the cover of four players, drove out of the open gate and rushed towards the nibbles wandering in the close proximity.

Except for the one who drove the car, a level 20 veteran, the other four were all newcomers who had just entered the game.

They carried bolted rifles in their hands and crowbars or daggers on their backs, dressed more "fashionably" than the marauders, and their faces were even more excited to try.

"Awesome! Is this the wasteland?"

"Is that a zombie? A little shorter than expected, and why are they undressed?"

"Stupid! It's been 200 years, why are you still wearing clothes?

"What a zombie, that thing is called a nibder! It's made from mushrooms!"

"? Mushroom? Isn't that the same as the green skin of a warhammer?"

"I think there's a big difference......

Worried that these guys would get excited and get down to business, the old player sitting in the pickup truck honked his horn.

"Don't go on an outing, keep an eye on your targets, I'm not joking with you, you're on the front lines, it's not a joke.

Their task is simple.

That's the gnawers who get in the way in front of clearing the position.

Although these guys are not strong in combat, as cannon fodder, they will consume the machine gun ammunition on the side of the alliance position, and regularly cleaning up these guys before the wave arrives can be regarded as the daily routine of each defense area before the wave comes.

"Big, big guy, if you die in the game...... What will happen in reality?" A female player wearing a rugby helmet was excited and nervous, her rifle clutched tightly.

The first time he was called a big guy, the level 20 player smiled embarrassedly and teased.

"What happens when you wake up." The girl was stunned.

"What will happen......

"Will get up."

"Poof."

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, he was like an ant crawling, and he couldn't sleep at night lying flat on the bed with his eyes open.

Just go through it a few more times.

It is inevitable that people will not adapt to moving from one environment to another, but after a while, most people can adapt to this life of "switching back and forth between two worlds".

At this moment when the two exchanged a few words, the nearby nibbles had gathered in this direction because of the piercing horn from before.

The veteran player coughed and ended the small talk.

Looking at the gathered eaters, the four sprouts were tense in an instant

Tightens sensitive nerves.

A power-based player is the first to raise the "Ripper" rifle in his hand, aiming at the closest one to him and pulling the trigger.

There was a gunshot and a flickering firelight flickered forward, and gravel and dust jumped on the concrete blocks not far away.

The massive recoil hit his shoulder, pushing him backwards.

Although this shot was not fired, looking at the green smoke floating from the muzzle of the gun, the player was suddenly excited like a two-hundred-pound child, and his face was full of red light.

This feel!

It's a real guy!

It's a lot more fun than the water bomb gun!

Seeing the unsightly look, the old player in the pickup truck smiled.

Thirty meters of slow-moving targets missed.

However, he didn't laugh at these fledgling rookies, just patiently pointed out.

"Don't panic, you're a power guy, and you can definitely hold down the barrel. Remember to spread your legs back and forth, bend your knees, sink your center of gravity, don't stand there like a pillar, you can't run away when you run against a creeper—, I'm not telling you to run, what?"

"I'm going to kite it!" An agile player pulls the bolt to reload while retreating.

The veteran player in the pickup truck couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"Just a few gnawers, you kite and hammer, stick a side knife and them! Stab them in the neck and smash the butt of the gun into the head! It's not much faster than you shoot!"

The veteran player in the car kept shouting for command, and in the constant sound of the horn, the gnawers all circled his car.

It's already level 20, so of course the old man is not afraid of a few gnawers, put down the handbrake and step on the electric door, and the jagged bucket instantly overturned several nibbles that pounced on the hood.

Seeing this, the four newcomers were encouraged to summon up their courage, pulled out their crowbars and short knives behind their backs, and rushed towards the gnawers surrounding the pickup truck with a roar.

Black blood splattered across the battlefield as clubs and knives swirled alike, and in a few moments there were a dozen nibbles lying on the ground.

The battle lasted a full half hour.

The bloodied newcomers gasped, but their faces were not tired, but they became more and more excited.

When they first saw these fanged and clawed monsters, they were shocked by the realistic modeling.

It turned out to be nothing more than that.

"Big guy, I feel that the combat power of this eater is not good," wiped the black blood on his face, carried a rifle of the power player, walked to the side of the pickup truck and said with a smile, "Is there a stronger xenomorph?" The kind that is a little more exciting.

The old player sitting in the car lit a cigarette and was immediately happy when he heard this.

"Stronger? That has to be! I'll take you to brush the dead claws in a while!"

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this.

"Really?!"

The old player said happily.

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

Death is a part that all players will eventually face, and sooner or later they will die anyway, and it is still good to die sooner.

According to the feedback from players on the forums, most people have the opportunity to grow after their first death.

Whether it is the understanding of the game or the experience of combat, it will be sublimated by the rebirth after three days.

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

Under the command of the old player, the four new ones carried the corpse of the gnawler and carried the pickup truck with a hum.

The fruiting bodies of slime molds can be used to produce nutritional pastes and fertilizers, as well as to recover the active material used to make clones.

There is no problem with selling this cart of corpses for a few tens of silver coins, and you will have the money for an automatic rifle for a few extra trips.

The spring commander standing on the roof of the building saw the end from the beginning. Kakarot, who was carrying a rifle, walked up to him and said with a grin.

"The quality of this class of newcomers is okay.

"Indeed.

Putting down the binoculars, Izumi smiled and said, "There is a shadow of us.

Kakarot: "Hahaha!"

The girl who asked "What happens if you die in the game, what will happen in reality" seems timid, but her actual performance in the battle is much calmer than she seems.

The power player missed the first shot, but quickly completed the first kill of his game with the butt of the rifle after becoming familiar with the recoil and ballistics of the Rifle.

Although the Storm Corps does not accept rookies below LV10, their veteran players have always done the master-apprentice task of "Passing on the Torch", taking those rookies who have just entered the game to adapt to the rhythm of the current version of "Wasteland Online".

Although these tender little leeks may be just a drag bottle now, they will always grow in the future.

And at that point, these former rookies will take the Storm Corps as their first choice.

Therefore, he will often give the members of the corps some opportunities to take those rookies to the front line to experience them in less important daily combat missions.

However, at this moment, the gray-green fog not far in front of the distant position suddenly became abnormal.

Izumizu's brow furrowed slightly, and he picked up the telescope he had just put down again.

"The spore cloud activity index is increasing...... The fog is approaching us." took out the air monitoring indicator and glanced at it, and Kakarot, who was standing on the side, said with a serious expression.

Without the slightest hesitation, Izumi immediately ordered.

"Sound the alarm and prepare for battle."

"Yes!"

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

The veteran player sitting in the pickup truck immediately sensed that something was wrong, and at this time, the voices of his teammates could be heard in the communication channel.

"A large number of xenomorphs are approaching in your direction, withdraw to the line immediately!"

"Day!"

The old player cursed, stuck his head out the window, and shouted at the players who were still humming and moving the corpses.

"Don't move, get in the car!"

The four of them were stunned, but seeing that the boss was not joking, they immediately threw away the corpse of the corpse eater and jumped into the back of the pickup truck.

The old player slammed the steering wheel and turned around, taking the time to glance at the display on the center console.

Air spore concentration index 477!

Good guys, jumped up 70 in just a few seconds! Not daring to hesitate, he slammed on the electric door and walked backwards along the road

Fang's open door opened.

However, at this moment, dozens of round pieces of flesh suddenly drew a parabola and fell, dragging gray-green pillars of smoke and smashing thirty meters in front of him.

I heard a thud, and the round scarlet flesh burst open in an instant, exploding into a dense fog, like a wall of physical existence.

I had never seen such a strange xenomorph, and the old player's eyes widened.

Martyr?! No, it doesn't look like that thing!

Although the Martyrs will also release a large number of spores after exploding, they mainly rely on kinetic energy and heat energy to kill their prey, and the spores released are far less than that!

Grabbing a gas mask with his left hand and putting it on his face, he yelled at the communication channel.

"Put on a gas mask!"

As it turned out, he was right.

It's a pity that I underestimated the power of this thing.

Not only spores were released from the ball of flesh, but also countless droplets of digestive juice less than 1 μ in diameter.

These droplets, rich in organic acids and dissolving enzymes, float in the air and form a dense aerosol with the spores.

His pickup had almost just broken into the thick fog when a pinprick-like sting appeared on the exposed skin, followed by a pinprick on his skin

Began to fester.

This itchy pain is stuck right on the critical point that triggers the pain shielding, and the pain and itching are simply unstoppable. "Whoa!"

The old player stepped on the electric door to the bottom and held the steering wheel with both hands.

However, just as the pickup truck was about to break out of the thick fog, a piece of meat that fell from the air suddenly smashed into the front of the left tire.

The force of the sudden explosion deflected the pickup truck to the right and slammed into the concrete block on the side of the road.

The veteran player sitting in the driver's seat was almost stunned, and the four newcomers in the rear trailer stumbled forward, almost rolling from the rear trailer to the hood.

Although the bumper was replaced with a bucket, people are not made of iron after all.

"I'm blanching, brother, can you drive?!" Shaking his head, he got up from the ground, and the power of the player was shocked.

"Shut up!"

The old player looked gloomy and was about to reverse and get back on the road when a tremor that shook the ground suddenly came from the entrance of the alley not far away.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost instinctively pulled his assault rifle from the passenger seat to reload.

And at the same time, both half-bodies were taken by apes

The youkai covered in red flesh rushed out of the alley, screaming at the crowd with its bloody jaws open.

"it?!"

What the hell?!

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

It's a xenomorph I've never seen before!

The concentration of spores is gradually increasing, and it is no longer possible to see the situation on the ground by visual sight alone.

However, Brother Quanshui's reaction was quite quick, and he immediately gave an order through the communication channel.

"Position 2 prepares, lock on to the target in the northwest area, and the heavy machine gun squad fires!"

"Scouting team, unload the corpse in the carriage and drag one of those big guys back!

Xenos have appeared outside the zone that are not in the picture. They had to figure out what that thing was!

Two neat answers immediately came from the other end of the communication channel.

"Roger!"

In this building at the foot of the spring, a dark window on the tenth floor or so suddenly erupted with thick tongues of fire.

A power-based player sits behind the tongue of fire, wielding a 20 rapid-fire cannon.

A long trail of light ran to the corner of the street,

The slime-infested youkai's chest instantly burst into a blood mist, and it staggered backwards.

Watching the tracer as thick as a python dancing on the concrete floor, listening to the noisy sound of breaking the air overhead, the budding newcomers scattered next to the pickup truck only felt a burst of blood flowing.

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

Now being on the scene is a completely different feeling.

The rush of adrenaline made their whole bodies tremble unconsciously, and every cell was excited to the extreme.

It's just that there's nothing they can do here.

The support fire from the rear helped them solve the xenos that rushed to their faces, and just as the power player was hesitating to go up and make up for the two slashes, the old player who got out of the driver's seat threw him a bundle of ropes as thick as his thumb.

"Tie the rope to the right leg of that youkai! Tie it strong!" The power system player was stunned.

"But the machine guns are still firing—"

"Trust your teammates! Eyes of the parents! Hurry up!" Interrupting him in a hurry, the old player took his bundle and ran short to the left leg with the youkai.

Although he was still a little scared, seeing that the boss was already on it, the power player gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

And sure enough, as their leader said, it was them

As they rushed forward, the bullets followed their footsteps.

The thick glow of the night acted as a barrier to protect them, suppressing the xenos in the alley, preventing them from crossing the dense network of fire.

The power system player quickly tied the rope,

Seeing that the boss who had already tied the rope rushed in the direction of the pickup truck, he also chased after him.

However, at the same time as he returned to the road, a dark figure suddenly emerged from the thick fog like a wall.

Its silhouette is slightly similar to that of a crocodile, with a flat, slender beak and thick lower limbs like that of a bull, and a tail that is used to balance the body and stretch back straight.

However, it has no scales on its body, only scarlet flesh and scalded scars, and its complexion is as ugly as a plucked turkey.

That guy's speed is just too fast.

So much so that he didn't even see what the guy looked like, and the old player was knocked out.

It seems that in this game, the life of the awakened is not much harder than that of ordinary people, and if something happens, it should overturn or have to overturn. Maybe it would have been much better with an exoskeleton, but unfortunately his boss didn't.

Before he could scream, the old player was bitten off his neck.

Then the crocodile-like xenomorph pounced on him and feasted on it.

"Click!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard, and the power player only felt creepy, and his hands and feet were unconsciously cold.

In just one breath, the big brother who took him to level up was seconds.

Is this the wasteland?

But at this juncture, there is no time to be in a daze.

Looking at the two ropes tied to the rear trunk, he immediately understood his task, ignored anyone else, and rushed in the direction of the driver's seat desperately.

A shrill roar came from behind him, followed by a scream.

The female player who was with them seemed to have been dragged into the fog by something.

The other two saw that they wanted to help, but they didn't fire two shots, and they were dragged in by the big hands stretched out from the thick fog.

The support machine guns in the rear unleashed ferocious fire into the thick fog, but the nightlight seemed to be swallowed up, and there was no movement.

Watching all this from the top of the building, the face of the spring commander was full of solemnity.

These slime molds seem to have learned wisely.

Instead of attacking the human defenses on a large scale as before, they tried to crush them with numerical superiority, and instead coordinated with a clear division of labor.

It's like a rookie who could only frame people up to A, but suddenly learned to do micro-manipulation.

「...... It's the brain that's being strengthened this time?"

Realizing this, his expression became more and more solemn. I'll have to share this news on the official website in a moment!

At the same time, the fighting on the ground continued.

Seeing that his teammates had already been dog-led, the power player didn't dare to fight, and crawled into the cab of the pickup truck.

Although this is the first time to drive this thing, the vehicles of the Alliance do not require very good driving skills.

He gritted his teeth and slammed the electric door, and the pickup truck quickly started, dragging the mutilated monster corpse to the deepest part of Line 06.

The wagging tail xenomorph chased him two steps, as if trying to stop him from bringing the monster's corpse back.

But just then, the heavy machine gun fire had already nailed the guy to the guy, and after a few circles without success, it decisively gave up the pursuit, turned its head and burrowed into the gray-green fog.

The power player didn't dare to look back, and his right foot was welded to the electric door.

Before the gate closed, he drove in, then braked sharply to stop the pickup truck on the side of the road.

Several soldiers wearing exoskeletons quickly rushed over and used

The dagger cut the rope in the rear compartment, then wrapped the mutilated youkai body in a body bag and transported it to the rear on a forklift.

The Alliance's Institute of Biology is responsible for testing the body.

With the tissue fluid glued to the left tire and bucket, they were able to figure out at least two hole cards from the brood's hand this time.

The power-based player sitting in the driver's seat gasped,

Listening to the continuous gunshots in the distance at the back of the head, my heart was pounding.

Ten minutes ago, he thought that the monsters in this game were too vegetable, and there was no pressure to kill.

As a result, in just three minutes, he was the only one left in the entire five-person team......

This game Nima is too real!

As he gasped for breath, a man in a heavy exoskeleton approached in the distance.

Seeing the turtle shell carrying the barrel, he recognized the person's identity at a glance, it was the commander of the Storm Corps, Commander Quanshui.

The man hurriedly got out of the car and looked at the potholed vehicle that was hit, his expression was a little cramped, and he lowered his head in shame and said.

"I'm sorry, I...... Only come back to me for one ......."

"No need to apologize, you've done a good job in that situation, and it's good that most people can figure out what to do the first time they go to war," and instead of blaming him, Izumi instead

Patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, and said with a smile, "What's your name?"

Meng Xin: "Old Man with Leftovers! Izumi was stunned. Santa Claus?

Is there still such a normal ID these days?

But no matter what, he was still quite optimistic about the potential of this benevolent brother, so he casually threw an olive branch.

"Interested in coming to our Storm Corps?

Na Meng Xin was stunned when she heard this, thinking that there was such a good thing, and immediately nodded excitedly.

"Yes! Absolutely!" Izumi said with a smile.

"That's fine! From now on, you are our reserve member! When it reaches LV10, I'll officially pull you in."

The budding heart of the power system blossomed, and the horror that was still hanging on his face a second ago was gone, and only the corners of his mouth were grinning upward.

First, I drew a one-in-a-million closed beta qualification, and then an invitation from the front-line corps of the server!

What kind of protagonist treatment is this! Wait a minute-

According to the routine of general online games, is it better for the protagonist to refuse lightly at this time?

I don't know what this guy is thinking, Springwater

It's just a small leek with passable potential.

is brave and strategic, and he doesn't panic when he encounters problems, and he is a bit of a shadow of the battlefield guy when he was new, so it's not a big problem to make do with it.

Nodding in satisfaction, Izumi prepared to return to his position.

Looking at the back of the commander of the spring water who turned around, the leftover brother who was YY suddenly remembered something and stopped him.

"That's right...... What will happen to them?"

The spring stopped and glanced back at him.

"They?"

The old man swallowed.

"It's the ...... who was dragged into the fog."

「...... It's hard to say." spring

The water commander was silent for a moment and shook his head.

He had been captured by the slime molds in the wave before, but the mother quickly lost interest in him, and gave him seconds in an instant, and he didn't even see how he was seconds.

This time it was a completely different matrix, and he couldn't say what would happen.

But fortunately, three of them were taken away this time.

When he goes to the forum, he may be able to hear some clues that interest him.....