This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 559: Distorted life and belief
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As the support of the Burning Legion arrived in time, the claw-wielding Garbage Lord rushed into the battlefield, and the entire battle instantly turned into a one-sided massacre.
And everyone has fully seen how strong the garbage man is in the downwind game.
If you confront someone head-on, there is a risk of being beaten into a briquette.
But he was not very good at sneak attacks and pursuits. With a flick of his claws, the cultist standing in front of him was torn into two pieces.
Bathed in blood, with the murderous instinct ignited, the garbage man's amber hole shone with bloodthirsty light.
"Hahaha! So cool!"
Not satisfied yet, he raised his head and howled excitedly, the deafening roar creating ripples in the smoke.
"Ouch!!!"
The faces of the nearby believers showed signs of pain and they subconsciously covered their ears.
Perhaps the effects of the medicine are wearing off, and the pain and fear finally caught up with them.
Looking at the monster bathed in blood, a pair of brave and unafraid children finally became frightened.
"Weird, monster!"
"Ah!"
"Don't come here! No——"
Under the cover of the rain of bullets falling from the sky, the garbage man waving his claws rushed into the crowd again.
In just a few breaths, the broken limbs fell to the ground, and thirty or forty corpses were lying in a mess outside the fence gate. Update without errors@
Seeing the enemy's heavy casualties, the morale of the villagers behind the low wall was greatly boosted.
I was squatting behind the bunker with the villagers and wanted to be quiet, so I shouted excitedly behind Jun Jun.
"Well done! Brother!"
After saying that, he looked at the surrounding villagers and said solemnly.
"The Big-horned Deer God has punished those arrogant guys! It's time to offer our loyalty and bravery to the gods who protect us!"
"Hit me hard!"
Infected by the indomitable momentum, the last bit of timidity and cowardice was swept away from the eyes of the villagers.
Everyone burst out with roars of momentum, picked up the guy and climbed over the low wall, chasing the fleeing believers.
"Oh oh oh!"
Although they still don’t know the name of their religion and what its teachings are...
Looking at the helicopters pouring firepower overhead and the believers suffering heavy casualties in front of them, the face of the missionary in gray robes was full of horror.
"Get out and take cover!"
"Don't point your **** at that lizard——" "No one is allowed to retreat! Hold on!"
While shouting hysterically, he fled to the jungle nearby as if his life was dead.
The information is wrong!
This place is not like what the locals said, it is just a small village of two to three hundred people. The water behind it is probably deeper than he imagined!
If nothing else, the Deathclaw wearing an exoskeleton is scary enough!
The news must be reported to the Bishop immediately!
The news must be reported to the Bishop immediately!
The missionary mission has been completely forgotten by him. At this moment, he just wants to stay away from this hellish battlefield...
He was running awkwardly in the woods, ignoring his face being cut by vines and branches. After running for an unknown amount of time, he put his hand on the tree trunk and breathed in the fresh air.
"Damn..."
He ran away!
The gunfire behind him was so far away that he could hardly hear it. He gradually relaxed in his heart, straightened up and prepared to continue on the road.
However, the moment he raised his head, his entire face lost all color, and his heart, which had just relaxed, suddenly reached his throat.
I saw a powered armor standing in front of him, with an old sniper rifle on its shoulder, as if it had been waiting for him here for a long time.
Although he couldn't see the expression on the man's face through the helmet and goggles, he could feel that the man was looking at him with a half-smile.
"If I were you, I would run in the other direction."
……
The battle ended quickly.
The resistance of those believers is indeed tenacious.
Preach.
The mission has been completely forgotten by him. At the moment, he just wants to stay away from this hellish battlefield...
He was running awkwardly in the woods, ignoring his face being cut by vines and branches. After running for an unknown amount of time, he put his hand on the tree trunk and breathed in the fresh air.
"Damn..."
He ran away!
The gunfire behind him was so far away that he could hardly hear it. He gradually relaxed in his heart, straightened up and prepared to continue on the road.
However, the moment he raised his head, his entire face lost all color, and his heart, which had just relaxed, suddenly reached his throat.
I saw a powered armor standing in front of him, with an old sniper rifle on its shoulder, as if it had been waiting for him here for a long time.
Although he couldn't see the expression on the man's face through the helmet and goggles, he could feel that the man was looking at him with a half-smile.
"If I were you, I would run in the other direction."
The battle ended quickly.
The resistance of those believers is indeed tenacious.
Ordinary looters would have fled for their lives with such high losses in battle, but these believers were stunned to fight until only about twenty of them were left.
Half of them are missing arms and legs.
Shaking away the meat residue and blood hanging on his paws, Mr. Garbage looked at the strong man who came out of nowhere and couldn't help but ask.
"What did you just do?"
Having been offline for so long, I felt a little embarrassed to force someone to do something difficult for me, so I coughed dryly and said.
"Ahem...I took my little brothers to dig a tunnel and prepared to bury explosives under their feet...but it seems that it will not be used."
At first, he planned to go to the front line and fight the other side, but the one-meter-high low wall blocked him completely.
Looking at it now, digging a tunnel was not a good idea. It didn’t matter that the opponent didn’t have a fixed front line. When he finally dug halfway, the friendly forces began to clean up the battlefield.
Trash picking up level 99: "Fuck you, you idiot!"
The strong man glanced at him sideways: "Tch, you have the nerve to accuse me, my sixth brother, that your tank can't start a group, so you run to the back and hide, are you sorry?"
The Garbage Man was about to retort, when Jingjing, carrying a rifle, walked over and glanced left and right.
"Where's the guy in the gray robe? Have any of you seen it?"
The Garbage Man was stunned for a moment, then slapped the back of his head and said.
"Damn! Let the Boss run away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice came from not far away.
"He can't run."
junk Jun quickly turned around and saw Lao Bai, who was wearing power armor and leading a group of nine people, walking out of the woods nearby.
The missionary in gray robe is being caught by Ye Shi.
After kicking the former in the butt, Ye Shi said with a playful smile as he looked at the missionary who stumbled forward.
"Is this thing also called a Boss? It's an elite monster at best."
The missionary who got kicked on the **** couldn't understand what the soldiers behind him said, and he didn't dare to resist. He got up from the ground tremblingly.
"Ye Shi! Lao Bai!!" Looking at the familiar faces, Jun Jun showed an excited expression on his face.
Not only Laobai and Yeshi, but also Guangfeng, Fangchang and Quit are all here!
"Haha, long time no see!"
Patting Brother Garbage on the shoulder, Lao Bai continued with a smile.
"It seems we arrived in time."
I walked through the collapsed fence gate and walked to the side where I wanted to be quiet. Qin Baitian, the mayor of Chenchen Town, looked at the group of heavily armed soldiers in front of him and said nervously.
"Who are these people..."
I wanted to cough quietly and pulled him aside.
"Those elders are the Primarchs."
Qin Baitian looked at him blankly.
"Basic, based on what?"
"You can understand it as the emperor's biological son." I wanted to talk nonsense quietly, "Whether it is the great horned deer **** or the great horned rat...strictly speaking, they are all servants of the emperor. ."
Qin Baitian was shocked. @精品/书馆*First update~~
He nodded.
"So that's it..."
It seems that there are more statues of gods in the ancestral hall...
Under I Want to Jingjing’s command, the villagers in Chenchen Town began to clean up the battlefield, and a group of rat boys who had been forced to do something difficult also rushed up to help.
After Lao Bai exchanged a few words with Mr. Garbage, he looked at the missionary who looked frightened.
The feeling this guy gave him was completely different from the apostle they captured from the Bone Chewing Tribe before.
At that time, the old man's mouth was as tough as a stone. They didn't torture him out of any useful information, so they just let him commit suicide in prison.
And this guy seems to be just a monk who has become a monk on the way, and he may not really believe in the teachings of the Torch Church.
To put it bluntly, he is the opportunist in the team.
Obviously expanding too fast is not a good thing.
Opening the visor of the helmet, Lao Bai stared into the missionary's eyes and said.
"From now on, I will ask you questions, don't waste my time, understand?"
The missionary swallowed, nodded with a blue face, and said tremblingly.
"Yes, I understand."
"Very good. If you think for more than two seconds, I will think you are lying," Lao Bai nodded and continued crisply, "Your name?"
"Zhang Zhengyang."
"Age?"
“31……”
"Gender?"
"...Male."
"Position?"
"Apostle."
"Who sent you."
"Luo——" he blurted out a syllable out of habit. He was about to stop talking, but it was too late. @精品/书馆*First update~~
Lao Bai stared at him sharply and asked.
"What?"
Zhang Zhengyang swallowed and said.
"Luo Gan...he is the forerunner of Jinhe City."
Forerunners are equivalent to the bishops of the Torch Church, usually ruling a diocese, while apostles are similar to priests or priests, equivalent to grassroots personnel, with varying powers.
These are public settings on the official website.
Unexpectedly, a big fish was pulled out. Lao Bai stared at him and continued to ask.
"Where is he?"
"In the sanctuary."
"Where is that place?"
"I..."
Before the guy hesitated, Lao Bai took out a map and threw it in front of him.
"Mark the location and I'll send someone to find it. If there's nothing there, you know the consequences."
Big beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Zhang Zhengyang raised his head with a frown and looked at the powered armor in front of him.
"Sir...I, I really don't know the specific location of the sanctuary."
Lao Bai put the muzzle of the gun against his head.
"You'd better tell the truth, I'm just listening to your lies."
The missionary was so frightened that he turned pale and knelt on the ground on the spot.
"Sir, I swear, everything I said is true! The Sanctuary is the Forerunner's hiding place. No one knows his location except him and his confidants! I'm not even sure whether he is in Jin This area of Heshi."
Lao Bai frowned.
"So he usually hides in that sanctuary and gives you orders?"
"Yes..."
Having confessed to this point, Zhang Zhengyang no longer hesitated and continued, "He said that the time has come and Naguo's favor has spread all over this land, and ordered us to gather the survivors in Jinhe City. The land was incorporated into the territory of the church... Now only one settlement, Dust Town, has not followed the Holy Son."
Ye Shi couldn't help but say.
"So you plan to physically destroy the people here?"
Zhang Zhengyang was hesitant and speechless, but he didn't dare not say a word, so he could only whisper in a submissive manner.
"I, I intend to persuade..."
Ignoring his excuses, Lao Bai stared at him and continued.
"Let me ask you another question, what is going on with these people?"
While speaking, Lao Bai glanced at an arm that was blown off not far away and was lying on the ground.
The believer writhing like an earthworm.
The sick expression didn't look like pain at all.
In fact, the man was still rubbing the soil with the remaining half of his arm, trying to stop the bleeding in this way, regardless of the possibility of wound inflammation.
"They ate Naguo..." Zhang Zhengyang said after swallowing.
Withdrawing his gaze from the believer, Lao Bai looked at the missionary and asked.
"Just taking Nagou will cause this?"
Zhang Zhengyang quickly shook his head.
"Of course not. If you only eat Nagou, you will enter a state of 'fugue' at most. Although there will be no pain, there will be no consciousness. We will inject them with 'holy water' so that they can be in a state of being half asleep and half awake. Live in the Kingdom of Heaven and obey our orders completely without feeling pain or fatigue...whether it is fighting or working."
Ye Shi was stunned for a moment.
"Hey guys, here is the holy water for mosquitoes."
Bangfeng coughed slightly.
"...obviously two different things."
"Where are the things?" Fang Chang stared at the missionary and continued, "Do you still have the 'holy water'?"
"Yes, yes!"
Being stared at by that penetrating gaze, Zhang Zhengyang hurriedly stretched out his trembling hand, took out a metal box from his pocket, and handed it to Fang Chang.
Fang Chang stretched out his hand to take it, opened it and took a look. There was a syringe and six thumb-sized ampoules inside.
"That's all?"
"I brought these...I don't use them often." Zhang Zhengyang said nervously.
Of course he also ate Naguo.
Otherwise, let alone preaching, he would simply not be able to survive among a group of infected people.
However, he will control the amount he takes, eat in moderation, limit his "fugue" state to three to four times a month, and inject antibiotics regularly to eliminate the germs in his body.
In this way, the negative impact of the fruit can be minimized, and even the human body can withstand it.
"So these lunatics have to rely on injections to maintain their combat effectiveness?" Ye Shi touched his chin and frowned, "Good guy, this cost is not small."
"Mass-produced drugs are not as expensive as you think, and..." Fang Chang looked at the missionary, "That 'Qi' is probably in the same group as you."
Zhang Zhengyang nodded bravely and said cautiously.
"That mutant tribe... was the first to join us in the entire Jinhe City and Diocese."
Fang Chang laughed.
"And they helped you promote Naguo, which cures all diseases, right?"
Zhang Zhengyang nodded silently.
"Yes..."
Without looking at this guy, Fang Chang closed the box containing the syringe, looked at Lao Bai, and spoke in Mandarin.
"Now the idea is clear. There are two clues. One is the forerunner hiding in that 'sacred place', and the other is the mutant tribe with a scale of more than ten thousand people... But we only rely on this. I’m afraid it will be difficult for people to accomplish anything. I’m afraid I have to call more brothers over.”
Considering that the power of the Torch Church in Jinchuan Province may not be limited to Jinhe City, the Burning Corps alone may not be enough.
Not to mention they sent a team of 100 people over.
Lao Bai nodded, frowned and said.
"The problem is the wave... We may not have many people to spare."
According to the forecast on the official website, the scale of this year’s wave may exceed previous years. Especially now that Boulder City is also part of the alliance, the pressure on the defense line can be imagined.
The large-scale deployment of troops to Jinchuan Province may have to wait until after the wave.
While the group was talking, new changes appeared among the believers lying on the ground. Big beads of sweat began to appear on some people's foreheads, and their expressions of joy gradually turned into pain.
Some of them were seriously injured and simply went into shock.
Seeing the man in power armor cast a questioning look at him, Zhang Zhengyang said nervously.
"The effect of Naguo is about to wear off..."
Having fruit doesn't heal any pain, just that.
Let the organism and the germs attached to itself reach reconciliation and coexist under the bridge of hyphae.
Once the effect of the medicine wears off, those originally docile germs will reveal their ferocious fangs.
What awaits them will also be final death.
"We have to keep a few alive."
Lao Bai glanced at Fang Chang and Bang Feng.
"Look for any nuggets on their bodies and stuff them into their mouths."
Fang Chang nodded seriously.
"Yeah."
Several players scattered on the battlefield and quickly found some fruits on the bodies of the believers.
Then they found those believers who were still alive and stuffed the fruits into their mouths, regardless of whether their intestines were leaking out.
It really works.
A few guys whose faces were twisted in pain suddenly calmed down after chewing twice. Some people were so seriously injured that it was useless to stuff the fruit into their mouths, and they could only be left to fend for themselves.
After confirming that the ground was safe, a "Viper" transport plane landed on the farmland east of Dust Town.
Chen Yutong quickly jumped off the plane, carrying a toolbox and walked to a believer who was lying on the ground.
The man's injuries were extremely serious. Half of his stomach was cut open and his intestines fell out.
Even though he had seen many wastelanders who died in miserable ways, Chen Yutong couldn't help but feel a little numb on his scalp, but he still held his breath and gave him a shot of sedative, then stuffed his intestines back and sprayed him with Coagulation spray did simple wound treatment.
"This guy is hopeless, let's give him a break." Walking next to her, Lao Bai glanced at the guy lying on the ground.
It’s no joke to get scratched by a garbage man.
"I'm not a professional doctor. I don't expect to be able to save him... These are just some emergency measures," she paused and said, "I need to study the materials."
Lao Bai nodded.
"Can I help you with anything?"
Chen Yutong glanced at the small town not far away.
"It would be nice if you could give me a quiet room, I need to do some minor surgery on him."
"Well, leave it to me."
Lao Bai nodded, tapped his helmet twice with his index finger, and briefly explained the researcher's needs to Jun Jun.
Soon, the big lizard came over here wagging its tail, holding its two paws and making an OK gesture.
"It has been arranged."
Lao Bai said with a smile.
"Thanks."
"Hey, why are you so polite to my brothers? I haven't even thanked you yet." Jun Jun grinned and noticed the female researcher next to him, "Who is this?"
"Chen Yutong." Lao Bai introduced him in both Chinese and Mandarin. Then he looked at Chen Yutong and said in Chinese, "This is my friend... His name is a bit weird. Just call him Jun Jun." ."
Chen Yutong looked at Jun Jun blankly and nodded.
"Hello..."
Compared with the name.
She thinks this guy's appearance is even weirder.
"Hello, dear lady," Mr. Garbage grinned, looked at the half-dead prisoner on the ground, and said politely, "Do you need me to help you move this guy to the operating table?"
Lao Bai coughed lightly.
"Stop making trouble. If you pinch it with your claws, you will lose all the breath that was left."
"Cut!"
The garbage man rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but feel envious.
MMP!
Every one of these stupid human players has a partner. He is the only one who has been single until now, and even Neeko can't even look down on him.
Hey, wait!
When he develops the exaggerated physique of "Yong Shi" - or even the "Mother of Death Claws", he will make all the Death Claws in the world kneel down and sing conquest to him.
"Um...he can talk?"
Watching the trash man walk away, Chen Yutong finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, looked at Lao Bai standing aside and asked.
She has indeed heard some rumors that there are some aliens in the alliance that have been tamed by managers.
A kind of person who can speak human words.
At first, she only regarded those rumors as the general people's admiration for charisma-type leaders, but she never expected that there really were talking death claws!
This is the first time she has seen it in reality!
"Not only can he talk, but he is also a resident of the shelter," Lao Bai said with a smile, "There are no weird things in the wasteland, just get used to it."
Chen Yutong nodded blankly.
She had heard a long time ago that a certain shelter in the south was conducting research on transplanting consciousness from the human body to other organisms.
I didn’t expect it to be successful?
Rational analysis, she is more inclined to think that it is a person wearing lizard skin than letting the lizard learn to speak.
Chen Yutong's eyes gradually flashed with interest. Update without errors@
Things are getting more and more interesting...
Boulder City Hall.
Sitting in the office, Chu Guang received a battle report from the south from Xiao Qi.
The advance troops of the Burning Legion arrived in Dust Town at two o'clock this afternoon, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out with the believers of the Torch Church.
The player killed a total of ninety-two believers during the operation and captured 11 others. Our side's casualties were nine villagers, six of whom were out of danger, and none of the players were injured.
Among the eleven captives, one is an apostle of the Torch Church.
According to the information obtained from the interrogation of the apostle, the Torch Church is expanding its influence in Jinchuan Province.
The specific reason is unknown.
At the same time, according to the apostle's confession, the Torch Church and the local mutant forces have reached a certain cooperative relationship.
Now, except for Chenchen Town, a small settlement of two to three hundred households, the entire Jinhe City has been included in the territory of the Torch Church.
This mission failed, and the next one might be the mutant army.
In order to prevent the Torch Church from retaliating, the Burning Corps has mobilized local residents and deployed more fortifications and traps on the outskirts of the town.
At the same time, Bai, the leader of the Corps, expressed his request for reinforcements in the battle report.
Jinhe City has become the forefront of the conflict between the Alliance and the Torch Church.
At present, the foundation of the Torch Church in the local area is not stable, and it only maintains its rule by relying on drugs and interest exchanges. Now is undoubtedly the best time to eliminate the influence of the Torch Church in the local area.
If we can find a medical way to relieve the influence of Naguo, eliminate the local mutant tribe, and use the correct method to guide the locals to live a normal life again and plant those safe crops, the survivors in Jinhe City can still There is hope of rescue.
There is no way to save the soil contaminated by Nago. According to Hea's research conclusion, burning it is enough.
After reading the report in his hand from beginning to end, Chu Guang frowned and fell into deep thought.
There is nothing wrong with the things mentioned in the report, and he also agrees that now is the best time. However, the problem lies in the wave two months later.
If this continues, we may have to fight on two fronts...
"The timing is too coincidental.".