The thick emerald slurry soaked the land that had been cultivated by artillery fire, and the smell of rancid was suffocating.

The dark green mycelial fruits are exposed on the outside of the soil, as if they have been dragged out of the blood vessels on the surface of the body.

The cannon roared in the distance, and the burning steel kept falling from the sky like an endless rain.

One hundred and twenty "Conqueror" tanks formed the spearhead of the attack, with thick barrels and almost red-hot coaxial machine guns constantly spraying tongues of fire, slanting ferocious fire towards the gaps in the curving fire of the rear artillery.

Tens of thousands of clone infantry armed with Ripper-Rifles roared and charged after the flying tracer, desperately running towards the bombed mutants, venting their boiling anger with the most primitive voices.

"Ahhh!!h

"Purr ——!!"

The scaly mutant of the fungus, scraped by the shrunchnel of the heavy cannon, let out a wail and seemed to roar, only to see its fat body agitate like an umbrella, and continue to squeeze out clouds of dark green spores.

The dark green spore cloud was like some kind of elixir, and the mutants who came into contact with it let out a hearty moan. groaned, staggering out of the crater, and the mutilated limbs were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Especially the "Walking Dead" and "Dead Dogs"!

As cannon fodder, although they are not known for their offensive ability, they have extremely tenacious tenacity, and they struggle to come back to life after just taking a sip.

In the blink of an eye, the dark green cloud had been sucked clean, and the "big mushroom" that released the spores seemed to be withered.

Discovering the situation here, the charging clone team immediately bit up, and the rifle in their hand opened fire while maintaining the rhythm of the attack and continuing to assault forward.

The big mushroom had been shot several times, and it was about to collapse when it was dying.

However, just as the clone team was about to rush to its vicinity, the body of the big mushroom suddenly twitched violently like boiling water, and then its body suddenly cracked outward, a crack nearly a meter wide!

More than a dozen tentacles quickly burrowed through the rift and whipped at the oncoming clone soldiers like whips!

"Wow!"

One of the clone soldiers was pumped squarely, its mouth screaming short and excited, dragging the hapless fly into its mouth like a hunting frog and pressing its head into the esophagus with corrosive acid.

But before the big mushroom could savor the sweet flesh, a bayonet came out of the back of its head.

"Pur !!"

A bitter howl of pain peeked out of its open mouth and wounds.

As if it had eaten a bad stomach, it twisted its tentacles and kept retreating backwards, and spit out the bloody corpse and digestive juices in its mouth in one gulp.

Before it could stabilize its body and take a defensive stance, another clone soldier had already rushed in front of it, its crazy bloodthirsty pupils as dazzling as the bayonet in his hand!

"Ahhh!!h

He roared, stabbing the bayonet into the body of the mutant and stirring it from side to side.

The large mushroom, which could only release healing spores, quickly fell to the ground, and the walking corpses and corpse dogs next to it were also pressed to the ground.

A creeper rushes up and bites off the neck of a clone soldier, but is quickly blown to pieces by an oncoming tank shell.

The two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Those clone soldiers were even more like slime molds than the bizarre mutants, especially the bloodthirsty pupils that saw killing as life!

Their lives are counted in seconds.

They crossed tens of thousands of kilometers of desert to this strange land, just for this last moment of burning.

They kept falling, but no one retreated.

The muddy flesh and the jet-black mud fused together, and they painted the land red, using the most primitive method to push the battle line forward, and then forward!

"Rush forward!"

Half-protruding from the turret filled with blood and slime, the Willant centurion let out an angry roar, urging his men to attack.

"Show these filthy and ugly things what real cruelty is!"

"We're going to make them regret coming into this world! Dedicate victory to the marshal! Bring the glory back to Triumph! Bring death to our enemies! ”

"Charge!!"

In response to his roar was a deafening shout.

"Ahhh!!h

Although they couldn't hear what the head was calling, running to death was indeed the best relief for them.

Behind them, soldiers in heavy protective suits carried cylindrical metal canisters and sanitized sprinklers in hand, slowly pushing forward.

Every now and then, someone would stop, lean down, pick up some muddy and bloody corpse pieces from the ground and throw them into the jar behind them.

Type B strains cannot grow outside of Baiyue Province, but the fruiting bodies produced by the Confederacy's captive brood solve this problem.

In addition to large-scale synthesis through incubation chambers, the Alliance's biological research institute has also developed "portable sanitizing devices" - the things that these Velante soldiers carry on their backs.

Each tank contains a "fruiting body" inoculated with the genome of the type B strain, which can continuously synthesize the type B strain while consuming only one corpse per square kilometer.

The soil-eroding Type B strain itself cannot survive outside of Baiyue Province, and will naturally disappear after completing the mission of exterminating the J strain.

It can be said that it is very easy to use.

At present, the coalition forces have relied on this equipment to restore half of the land in Haiya Province.

The drone's camera gradually zoomed out as the slowly rising clouds of smoke and spores drifted away, and dense figures spread across the wilderness.

It is not just a 10,000-strong team that is attacking, but a whole 10,000-person team from the Eastern Legion!

Even more brutal fighting and death can be seen everywhere across the mud-covered land......

It's not just the Alliance that can see the Torch's decline, but the Legion Commander can also see it.

In order to get more chips when it comes to dividing the spoils, they must control more territory!

And just to the east of the Legion front, the fighting on the Alliance-controlled front was even more intense.

If the clones of the Legion only see death as relief, then the players of the Alliance see death as if it were their home.

Even if the Willantes never cared about the casualties of the clones, and even wished that the ants would die a little faster, so that the rear could send younger and stronger cannon fodder, they would not dare to let the clones fall into a deep siege easily...... After all, then even the most fearless of individuals would lose the will to fight and no longer resist.

However, players don't have this problem.

In order to farm a few more monsters before they die, or to avoid allies getting in the way, they will even actively go deep into the hinterland, deliberately surrounded by the fungus variant of the torch.

And this deceptive tactic also caused the torch to suffer a lot in the early days of the war.

When they tried to annihilate the living forces of the alliance through the tactics of dividing and encircling, they paid more casualties for it.

Further east beyond the Coalition-controlled area is the territory of the Academy's Task Force Alpha and the Free State Hound Special Forces.

Further afield is the front line of corporate control.

In addition to the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division, which was first sent to the front, there were three infantry divisions and twelve mercenary regiments that rushed to the front through the province of Prancing Horse.

All walks of life showed their abilities on the front line, and only the torch was beaten in exhaustion.

I saw that the broken earth was blue and purple, like a face with a blue nose and swollen face that had been beaten.

Overlooking the shattered front line, the human emperor standing in the void had round eyes and gnashed teeth, and he no longer had the light wind and ease at the beginning of the war.

There are too many enemies!

Soldiers with guns poured to the front line like locusts, and he had just finished deploying to the east, when tens of thousands of people appeared in the west, and it was not easy to take care of both sides, and the coalition planes threw a group of airborne troops in his face.

Now the threat is not just coming from the front, but also the back of his ass is on fire.

No matter how calculating he was, he couldn't resist the countless fists that beckoned to his body at once.

"Die...... Give me all the death! The Emperor roared angrily, but no one could hear him.

He constantly projected his consciousness onto the evolved beings on the front line, going to the front line to fight in person, trying to reverse the defeat, but after only a moment, he lost contact with his mortal body, and could only repeat the cycle of connection and disconnection.

As if moved by his efforts, and as if pitying his futile struggles, a gentle voice came from above his head.

"Enough, you've done your best enough."

Hearing the voice of the Holy Son, the madness on his face stopped for a moment.

But only for a moment.

"I can still fight......" he gasped, his face still showing the madness of the previous evolution's death.

Looking at the crazy appearance, the Holy Son sighed softly.

"The fall of heaven is inevitable...... Our time is up, everyone else is on their way, and you should-"

"Never!"

The red-eyed human emperor roared angrily and interrupted the fluttering words.

At the moment, he is like a beast that has been cornered.

Staring at the burning battlefield beneath his feet, he said word by word.

"I will not retreat! My kingdom of heaven is here...... I'm not going anywhere! ”

In order for the kingdom of heaven to descend on this land, in order for human beings to evolve into a higher existence, there are more than a million survivors who died at his hands!

After so many sacrifices, now that his heavenly kingdom has finally descended on the mortal world, all the sacrifices have finally paid off...... No one wants to take away his kingdom of heaven!

He will fight to the end!

For all this blood is not shed in vain!

Looking wordlessly at the distorted face, the Son sighed softly.

"I respect your choice......"

As he spoke, his ethereal eyes also carried a hint of madness, like a black hole that devoured everything in the world and even space itself.

“…… I will be with you to witness the last moments of this miracle. ”

……

Low black smoke swirled in the air, shattered clouds outlining bullet marks.

Chu Guang, who was standing on the bridge of the Iron Heart, was the same as a certain "human emperor" who didn't know where to float, and he also overlooked the battlefield that had been cultivated by artillery fire over and over again.

However, his demeanor and mood were obviously much calmer than those of the lunatic man of the torch, and there were not even many mood swings in his cold expression.

The outline of the coastline can already be faintly visible from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge.

If it is fast, it will take a week, and if it is slow, it will only take half a month at most, and the landing force will be able to complete the meeting with the large forces on the northern front.

Then, it was time to search the Torch Church facilities and destroy them.

There was nothing worth noting about the details of the local battle, and at this moment, Chu Guang was looking at the investigation report on Vault 182 sent by Fang Chang through the holographic screen.

It was a shelter that had been abandoned for a century, and the Torch reactivated it and converted it into a research facility, primarily working on Gestalt related projects.

Most of the research and production facilities held by the Torch Church are in this case.

According to the investigation report provided by Fang Chang, in addition to some improved production machines and three black boxes found on the 4th basement floor of Vault 182, they also found 120 cylindrical culture tanks used to soak test subjects on the 5th basement floor, as well as a giant glass tank covering an area of 100 square meters filled with genetically modified stock solution.

In addition, there is a large cold storage that stores thousands of corpses that have not yet had time to be disposed of, or that have research value.

The corpses hung like meat in cold storage, with either three arms or two heads, and almost none of them remained in their basic human form.

According to the confessions of the staff at the facility, the apostles of the torch screened out suitable people who were injected with the GM stock solution and had no obvious rejection reaction from the captive survivors, and then threw them into a culture tank filled with the GM stock solution and soaked for 3~7 days, and some of them could be transformed into mutants.

Of course, even if the unsuitable ones with rejection reactions are screened out, only part of the transformation can be completed in the end.

After all, "mutants" themselves belong to unstable technology that has not been studied, and there are huge risks in terms of technical principles.

What's more, re-embryoizing a fully developed adult and replacing it with a new genome to force its expression is no less difficult than stuffing a person back into the mother's womb and giving birth again.

It's a lot harder than changing blood.

Even if the Torch Church has a certain advantage in biology and technology, it can only achieve a "yield rate" of 67%.

And even for these 67% of the "good products", more than half of them have completely lost their minds in the process of transformation because they can't bear the torture, and they have become animal-like beings.

As for those who have not turned into animals, their minds will also be distorted to varying degrees. The most common are schizophrenia, such as a group of people living in a body, or loss of memory or imagining oneself as a cook or other similar identity.

The relevant research content is recorded in the experiment log, and there is shocking blood everywhere.

Torch also seems to realize that these things are inconvenient to make public, and plans to destroy the original at the same time as the data is backed up.

Luckily, his little players arrived just in time to intercept the apostle who was about to leave.

After reading the entire report to the end, Chu Guang sighed softly and said.

“…… Just looking at the contents of this investigation report, the crimes of these guys are already undocumentable. ”

Standing behind him, Heya, who had been silent for a long time, lowered her head with a shameless guilt on her face.

"Sorry......"

"You don't need to apologize for the mistakes you didn't make," Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swiped lightly in the air, gathering the light blue speed of light at his fingertips and dissipating it, then looked back at her and said, "What's more, your research results have made great contributions to our cause and even the cause of mankind, you should be proud and raise your head." ”

Hea looked up, but her eyes were still a little dodgy.

The perpetrators of these crimes were her former neighbors, who may have even sat at the same table in the same cafeteria...... There might even be her teacher inside.

"But they're residents of Vault 117 after all......"

"It's just a part, even if only one person makes a different choice, it's a different choice."

Chu Guang interrupted her words, stared at those dodgy eyes and continued.

"What's more, there is no shortage of residents of No. 117 in the Alliance's biological research institute, and they are all very good people, you should be clear about this."

Those blue coats were rescued by the Coalition from Vault 401.

Although the number of people is not very large, their contribution to the progress of biotechnology in the alliance is not small, and they also have a part in the prosperity of the alliance.

Hea's eyes were slightly red, and she whispered.

"Thank you......"

"Don't thank me, I should have said something like that," Chu Guangwan said with a smile, "I'm not the only one who thinks so, including the crows who pulled you out of that dormant pod, and the other residents who helped you collect research materials...... We all think so. ”

The Coalition doesn't engage in identity politics, as it has always been, and not every Vault 117 resident has joined the torch, and some have joined and reversed themselves.

But then again, there was one thing he'd always been curious about.

All kinds of information show that there are only thirteen forerunners of the torch in total, and among them is the holy son named Wang Yi.

However, according to the information gathered by the Guards Corps during their investigations, there were far more residents who fled from Vault 117 that year.

What about the others?

Including Hea's master, Karen...... Where are all the blue coats that used to join the torch?

In fact, he is not the only one who is confused, even Sun Yuechi, the former manager of Vault 70, has had similar confusion.

Vault 70 and Vault 117 have been in regular contact for over a century, including the exchange of research on straelus variants...... After all, the former is on the edge of a huge brood, and they are not experts in biology.

In Sun Yuechi's impression, the residents of Vault 117 don't look like crazy people who can do that kind of crazy thing, and they don't have the ability to do it.

Most of the Blue Coats are actually miserable in the wasteland, and the kinder wastelanders ignore them, and the ruthless ones simply treat them like fat.

Of course, this wasn't to excuse Vault 117's mistakes, but he always felt like an invisible hand was manipulating behind his back...... It's as if the alliance is indirectly manipulating the situation in Borneo through the pawn of Baiyue Company.

Although Chu Guang didn't like this guy's yin and yang weird analogy very much, because the two were not the same thing at all, he had to admit that he did have similar feelings.

In the ten years since the Torch Church left Jinchuan for Haiya, the trajectory of its development has been somewhat outrageous.

The Eiffel Tower organization is a beggar's version of an alliance, and the local survivors have spontaneously organized themselves to form an alliance to save themselves, which is not much more impregnable than Boulder City.

However, it is unbelievable that even Boulder City can not help them, in a short period of time, they actually dismantled the iron tower and enslaved the survivors of an entire province.

They possessed black boxes far beyond the theoretical reserves of Vault 117, and they armed with incredible equipment one special operations force after another that even the most elite fighters in the alliance found intimidating.

Chu Guang was not only curious about where the other residents of Vault 117 had gone, but also what had happened in the years since the torch arrived on the land beneath his feet......

At this moment, Lu Bei of the Guards Corps walked into the bridge through the activity gate and gave a military salute cleanly.

"Dear Managers...... Sir, our investigators working on the front lines have received a signal from within the realm of Heaven......"

Recently, this kid has finally corrected the title of "adult", and Chu Guang is quite satisfied with his progress.

The only thing that is not quite satisfied is that although this guy often repeats what he has said, he rarely really listens to what he says.

Seeing that Lu Bei suddenly stopped talking, Heya was very interested in preparing to leave the bridge to avoid, but was stopped by Chu Guang.

"Let's stay here and listen to it."

As he spoke, Chu Guang looked at Lu Bei and continued.

"The alliance has not yet reached the point where it needs to hide the illness from the 'doctors'. I remember saying that all the information the Guards had gathered about the Torch Church was transparent to the Alliance Biological Research Institute, and that I didn't have to ask me beforehand. ”

Lu Bei lowered his head.

"Yes, sir......"

Knowing that this young man was also kind, Chu Guang didn't scold him too much, but just motioned for him to continue with his eyes.

Lu Bei paused and gave a complete account of the information.

To put it simply, not only did the coalition feel that the torch was over, but their own people inside the torch also felt that the torch was about to run out.

Although the Torch Church has the word church in name, those teachings are actually just fooling ordinary people, and the high-level leaders of the torch themselves do not actually talk about that thing to each other, but talk more about science and means.

While there is no shortage of staunch idealists, there is certainly no shortage of opportunists and bullshitists.

For example, Yule, who is now working for the Alliance, is the most typical latter, that guy himself doesn't know what he wants to do, he was a social animal of a pharmaceutical company before the war, and suddenly he changed places to engage in scientific research when there was a war, and he was coaxed to sleep by his colleagues in a daze, and when he woke up, he was in the wasteland era, and the torch beckoned and he followed without much thought.

Other researchers have taken a fancy to the resources of the torch and hope to use the resources of the torch to continue their unfinished research before the war.

In short, there is such a researcher in the upper echelons of the torch, seeing that the crazy tree of the torch is about to fall, so he hopes to surrender to the Sticky Community coalition with intelligence and research materials, and give him a chance to be lenient.

Interestingly, according to the senior researcher's explanation, it appears that the Torch Church higher-ups intend to escape through a secret device in the facility where he is located.

Apparently he was not on the list of "strategic transfers", so he took the opportunity to leak the news.

"What's that researcher's name?!" Without waiting for Lu Bei to finish speaking, Heya asked anxiously.

Lu Bei glanced at Chu Guang hesitantly, but saw that Mr. Manager was just looking at him indifferently, and finally gave up and sighed, no longer hiding it.

"The name that the man left us for identification is Karen...... I was also surprised, but I don't feel like that person is the guy you've been looking for. ”

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(Thanks to the leader of "Wrestling Panda" for his reward!! ）

(End of chapter)