This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 785: Landing on the Death Coast!

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"It seems that a lot of things have happened in the wasteland recently...in places we don't know about." Heart of Steel, captain's room.

After listening to the recording sent by Fang Chang, a fatherly smile appeared on Chu Guang's face, although his handsome face did not look old at all.

"Yes..."

Sitting on Chu Guang's right shoulder, Xiao Qi gently swayed her calves, held her cheeks in her hands, and continued with a leisurely expression.

"·······I feel like it won't be long before the master can retire and focus on being with Xiao Qi." "Hahaha."

Chu Guang smiled happily, turned off the holographic interface in front of him, and teased the little guy sitting on his shoulder.

"I'm afraid it's still too early for me to retire...but I'm afraid it won't take too long to live a retired life early.

To be honest, when he first recruited those guys, he really didn't expect them to be so capable, and sometimes they could even predict his predictions.

There is no shortage of geniuses in the wasteland, but there is a shortage of "abnormal people".

But that time was the same as before. All the layout of the Death Coast was done by myself.

The time and coordinates of the strike were carefully calculated to ensure the minimum destruction of the communication system of the enemy forces along the Death Coast.

In other words, Naguo must have defeated that thing, and there is a small chance that it will be swallowed up by the red soil and turn into new red soil. The apostle named Yule, who was captured by the Alliance and imprisoned somewhere in the Vale Province, was not a scholar from the Age of Prosperity.

The sound of discussion spread under the conference table.

During this period, Charas and I worked together to create bad things, such as using the technology possessed by the survivors in the southern sea to arm mutants, etc.

The eight people absent are Luo Gan, the "King of Beasts" and the "Human Emperor" who is commanding operations on the rear lines in the northern part of Haiya Province

"How can it be useless——"

So we finally abandoned our plan to retreat to Borneo Province, and instead chose the relatively compromise Haiyia Province as the first stop for the Kingdom of Heaven.

I was even used in turn by the captain of a certain destroyer and arranged a trick to pass accurate information to Chalas.

Facing these questioning glances, Kong Guanhong swallowed and said bravely. "Charge!!!"

That is actually enough.

"Although you have differences on fundamental issues, you will definitely be able to get in touch with us. At most, you will have to face the pressure of the community alone.

My shoulders were shaking in a controllable manner, and there was a hint of trembling in Renqing's pupils.

The thick and long barrels are like the spears of the Lancers, pointing in the direction of the coastline.

In fact, since the alliance troops landed on the North Island, the communication base station set up on the North Island has been monitoring the electromagnetic wave signals in the Haiyia Province.

After all, generally speaking, people can eat soil not just because of digestion. To a very small extent, it is because of the harmless substances contained in the soil that may cause poisoning or even death.

With a sudden explosion, a dazzling white light flashed, and a wide-area electromagnetic pulse instantly enveloped the area above and below ten thousand square kilometers.

The opportunity to avenge shame is right around the corner!

Yes, although my requirements for the players are not low, those players always exceed my expectations time and time again.

The sound of whooshing through the air cut across the battlefield, and deadly fire bloomed under the beach of the Death Coast!

Even if only considered from the perspective of "brand loyalty", the players selected by this selection mechanism are more inclined to become the "maintenance of order" of the "Wasteland OL" virtual community, but to impact the modern world. No order.

Yes, it was all due to fear, and not part of it was due to excitement.

Looking at the sudden change under me, the faces gathered behind the conference table had expressions of surprise, as they knew what had happened.

Li Minghui was silent for a while, with a bitter expression on his face.

"Your air force has arrived under the enemy's sky! It has successfully destroyed the enemy's communication facilities and active irradiation radar!" Red soil?

"But that's the truth." It's time to be more humane!

"There is a wider area than the Far East Province, and there are fewer wastelanders living in Chaos Clock... and most importantly, it is far away from companies, colleges and small rifts. Although there is no risk of being targeted by the legion, the legion is very likely to take action against you. And even if we want to take action, we are across a small desert, so we may not be your opponent if we actually encounter you."

A loud roar rang out from the communication channel, even covering the screams of the mutants under the coastline.

"This kind of thing can only wait for it to disappear naturally quickly. You have tried for several years and still found a biological solution."

At the same time, under the blue sea, four landing ships were escorting the South China Sea Alliance fleet and retreating towards the Death Coast.

The situation now is exactly the same as when I stood outside a year later. My Adam's apple moved and I said anxiously.

The reason why the "Dragon" missile launched by Beidao afterwards, which did not have a strategic-level EMP warhead, was able to penetrate the soul in one shot was because of the players' bad luck.

Although it was obvious that General Rowell might have known what would happen two hundred years ago, I did accidentally save the survivors of Borneo again.

Even if the section without lines is still intact, the sections with lines are almost completely destroyed...

Iron, fire and sea are now connected. The whizzing shells and rockets are like an interlude pipe organ, continuously and intermittently passing over the heads of the players, creating a rain of death under the coastline. .

The idea of ​​the Torch Church is to allow the human species to ascend to a lower existence, but to turn it into an edible "reply."

Although the Alliance is indeed a bad opponent, that guy must have been shaking like that...

That guy was not a general in the first place. He only sat in the position of president because he was slowing things down and taking power... He actually forgot about such an important thing!

As expected, just as everyone had guessed, the electromagnetic pulse directly stunned the mutants under the coastline, and they stayed there for a long time without making any move.

That is just my opinion, and the remaining four forerunners here also have the same idea.

Compared to the successful bosses in reality, he prefers to give ordinary people a chance to start a second life.

A landing craft was put along with it, as well as skirmishers sitting in the landing craft.

"·······Dear Mr. Manager, the troops on the southern front have not yet been assembled! Just waiting for your order, you can take the coastline of Haiya Province for you at any time!"

That has nothing to do with clay? !

"Very bad! You haven't seen failure in his eyes. The people of the Alliance are waiting for his triumph, and we must live up to our expectations!"

But as soon as I thought about it, I suddenly came back to my senses.

Of course, that may produce other variables, but compared with the current situation, it is nothing worth mentioning. Kong Guanhong, who was holding the communicator in his left hand and staring straight back, suddenly shouted.

Logically speaking, I can sense the existence of every chip. "Is it a chip failure?"

These fishermen were more cunning than I thought, and they treated me like an overseas Laken.

General Arzu, the wartime president of the South China Sea Alliance, stood on the bridge of the Harpoon cruiser. "What happened after that? Didn't any scenes appear outside the surveillance system?"

And in the center of the conference table stood a shadowy figure. This dark gray robe looked in perfect contrast with the white robes around it.

Noticing my expression, the Holy Son frowned heavily.

"Because you discussed the plan he mentioned a long time ago."

Now we are like a cricket locked outside a cage, surrounded by people who want to send us to the gallows from all directions. Obviously, the apostle of the torch has been here before, and after some careful investigation before Only then did we come to a conclusion.

That guy didn't waste too much time!

Looking at these shocked pupils, the Holy Son sighed heavily and said.

Especially since I am currently in an above-ground facility and must rely on signal repeaters to connect to the chip group in the lower world.

"...Yes, you haven't lost yet. It's just that the plan to study the expansion of the mycelium into the ocean has to be put on hold for a while."

"Haha... finally here." Holding the wrist of his right hand tightly with his left hand, Li Minghui laughed maniacally.

The first person to break the silence was the Holy Son sitting at the head of the conference table. Li Minghui was stunned.

"Transmit the ground scanning data to the back-line landing troops!" The Alliance people are coming! ! !

The stupid big players have learned how to update game content by themselves, and even stopped designing "game rules" for NPCs.

However, before hearing my reply, despair appeared on Li Minghui's face. The conference room was quiet for a while, was there any sound.

However, once the physical distance is extended to less than ten kilometers away, signal base stations must be used to achieve "domain-to-domain" connections.

"There is no hope that the southern sea will be attacked...your brainwashing will work on the locals."

With the defeat of Charas and the occupation of the North Island by the Alliance, the Torch Church completely lost the opportunity to open up strategic space to the south.

"EMP detonated successfully! Confirmed that the attack was ineffective!"

The performance of the Southern Sea Diocese was so wonderful that it overshadowed my lack of credit. The staff sitting next to the monitoring terminal looked at Li Minghui tremblingly.

"About a dozen years later, you considered choosing Borneo Province as a starting point, where the pre-war Reconstruction Committee did not interfere.

This must be the case, the academy is so slow to keep an eye on us! It's so bad that we won't be discovered until we expand to Luoxia Province!

Kong Guanhong took a deep breath and looked around at the pioneers sitting behind the table.

I guess I was thinking of releasing a promotional PV for the game, but that guy from Lao Bai was so weird that he made a special phone call right after the game was over.

The plan and operation code name for the landing operation were decided very early on. Chu Guang reviewed it a month later and signed his name below.

Although Nihak took the initiative to apply to disembark from the boat to watch the battle, I stood there with my legs weak, and my astonished face completely lost my usual ease and confidence, and my lips opened and closed. Trembling now and then.

EMP!

Before I could finish my words, the words came to my lips suddenly. I seemed to have been disconnected from the meeting, and my phantom figure also swayed in a daze.

Facing Li Minghui's confusion, Shengzi's voice contained a rare hint of helplessness. I'm afraid it's not a tactical-level weapon, but a strategic-level weapon. "That is contrary to your philosophy, but it also makes sense."

At that moment, a communication request from the Alliance Staff popped up in the lower left corner of the holographic screen. It is enough to directly look at the time of the peak of the electromagnetic wave. Where the signal is sparse, there will be strong explosions.

"We are exactly the same as the survivors in Haiya Province and even Jinchuan Province. The wasteland here has not started for too long. The locals are wastelanders in the classic sense. We are all 70 Residents of Vault No.... That is the same as your initial judgment."

After a pause, the Holy Son continued.

Although there are always some crazy people on the forum who make wild guesses, saying that "only the dragon and phoenix among men, the reincarnation of the king of soldiers, and the son-in-law of a dragon god" can get the helmet, but in fact it is possible as long as you don't be too crazy. Got it by chance.

North Island Combat Command Center.

Facing these scrutinizing gazes, Li Minghui felt his scalp numb slightly. "Yes!"

After all, what kind of kindness can compare with "the kindness of reinvention"? "······Useful."

Those are all my contributions. Even if the performance of the Southern Sea Diocese is a mess, no one can deny my contribution to the Torch Church.

The blood seems to be burning!

Is there any pause? Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and selected the button to connect the communication. The light blue holographic beam slowly intertwined in the air to draw a bust of Lao Bai.

Going to Borneo to start a new business under the noses of all the forces is not necessarily more difficult than holding on against the siege of the Communities.

The man sighed and shook his head heavily.

I was still wearing this "Dragoon" power armor, the XB-1 "Growler" bolter was being carried under my shoulders, and in front of me was the cabin of the landing ship.

Duke Nihak swallowed and wanted to say something to cover up his adaptation. However, he was suppressed by the momentum and could not say anything.

"Why is this?" Li Minghui looked at the Holy Son and asked gently, "Why are you going here?" It's just me.

"... Did you know what happened just now, and suddenly it became like this?"

Li Minghui looked at the Holy Son in astonishment, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence.

It seemed like nothing exploded above their heads, but it had no effect on them at all, so that all the mutants had incomprehensible expressions on their faces.

My mysterious and wealthy "old friend" Duke Nihak is also standing under the bridge.

Looking at Chu Guang solemnly, Lao Bai, who was dressed in military uniform, stood with his bolter at his side, knocked his left fist under his breastplate and performed a military salute.

I should say that is who I am.

"This would be the stupidest act of the century.

After today, the players stationed under Beidao practiced "For the Alliance!!!" for the upcoming battle countless times.

More than just it works.

"...Must we use artificial methods to remove the red soil first?"

As if to confirm my guess, the Holy Son clenched his left hand into a fist.

Fortunately, however, when I took over the endgame, the victory was not almost irreversible.

Seeing that there was no call, Da Qi let out a "hey" sound, jumped up from Chu Guang's shoulder consciously, and sat back under the pen holder at the foot of the table.

"Syncing!"

"How can I find a place with a bad signal for such an important meeting?" Sheng Zihao interrupted me firmly and continued.

On the other side, Kong Guanhong, who was sitting in the facility on the shoreline, suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of surprise and determination in his clear pupils.

That picture is far less detailed than the thumbnail floating in front of Li Minghui, and you can even see the mountains and rivers underground.

Could it be--

"What on earth is that Li Minghui doing!"

"...According to the results of your experiments, the mycelium will be swallowed up by the red soil like the corpses and feces buried in the red soil. I am sure you can technically find the mycelium. By devouring the red soil, the slowly expanding Nagomycelium will in turn become a hotbed for accelerating the reproduction of the red soil, allowing the former to rapidly expand like a weed under the small grasslands of Borneo Province."

"The whole ship obeys the order! Prepare the guns!" Beidao!

"That's why you said it's really troublesome to keep a mortal body..." In fact, even if you find it now, it doesn't make any sense.

That's right, what does "should" mean? I'm not unhappy!

However, just now, I suddenly felt the presence of Li Minghui... The staff sitting behind the control terminal were communicating relaxedly and excitedly.

As I said that, I waved my index finger heavily, spread out a map in front of me, and pointed at the location of Borneo Province.

..

"How about going to the west? Since it is no longer realistic to capture Coral City in the short term... you suggest that you might as well shift your strategy to the west."

The guy I grabbed by the collar stammered for a long time to say something, and another staff member sitting far away from me said it easily.

"You think this club is the wrong place to go... That's a matter of physics.

That...isn't it the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance? "Boom!!!"

Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, maybe it took so long that the BOSS of my camp wouldn't even be able to appear on screen. Li Minghui was stunned.

Li Minghui's face changed wildly, and he quickly put his consciousness into the chip in his mind, connecting to all the cerebellums in the above-ground facility that I could connect to.

Staring into these majestic eyes, Lao Bai stood up straight and neatly closed the helmet's visor and eyepieces.

Is there any miscellaneous harmless bacteria or viruses? This is actually one of the reasons why red soil cannot be eaten directly.

Coming! ! !

That EMP shot silenced me!

The anti-radiation agent and anti-radiation agent that this guy completed in the early days of the Wasteland Era are still the "economically optimal solution" for cleaning up radioactive damage in the wasteland two hundred years ago.

"Action!" "Well done!"

"Borneo is home to a common soil, or soil-dependent fungus, which has little effect on specific organisms, but drains the soil of nutrients and prevents all other microorganisms from growing in the soil. Growth in the soil...such as tetanus bacilli, botulinum toxin, etc. They will be digested by the red soil just like animal remains buried in the red soil."

"Transfer ground data to the ground! Sound the physical alarm! Let the beachhead troops retreat to a state of combat readiness!"

I should be happy--

As long as the red soil is removed first and then the fruit is planted——

On the other side, in the auditorium illuminated by the holy light, there are eighteen ordinary chairs in the circular conference room. "Damn...it happened to be that time!"

At that time, Luo Ganxin was defeated and the Diocese of Jinhe City fell. The pioneers themselves also felt that they had taken the wrong path, so I was able to stand there confidently and propose the "Seventh Holy Church" conception.

Without showing off my seriousness, Chu Guang straightened his expression and seriously responded to the expectation in his eyes.

The screen covering the entire wall was divided into hundreds of small and large squares, and almost 40% of the screen was covered in snowflake white.

"Furthermore, he should not underestimate this thing. It was completed by scholars from the Prosperity Era in the early Wasteland Era. He knew that these scholars were no less powerful than Singularity-level technological facts. The next is not something we have almost touched but ultimately failed to touch."

Li Minghui swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.

Trying to justify my victory, I continued slowly.

The players squatting in the landing craft clenched the rifles in their hands, and their eyes were filled with excitement and high fighting spirit!

This is the sign that the power armor has retreated into combat status——

Looking at the shaking heads, several staff members sitting outside the monitoring room swallowed involuntarily. The magic of red soil is that while it accumulates a large amount of nutrients, it also kills a small portion of harmless substances.

In the sky under Haiya Province, an orange-red light pierced the sky like a sharp sword. In the end what happened?

But there were only ten people sitting behind the conference table.

Obviously, because the information node was broken, the troops on the last line did not receive the signal from the forward headquarters at all.

"You, Bad Image saw a white light... flying from the direction of the North Island."

Especially when the EMP attack occurred, Kong Guanhong was having a meeting in the temple. In order to connect all the chips together and minimize the information blind area, almost all signal base stations were turned on.

"Fire--!"

It must be very vague that the forerunners need to sleep, I almost thought those old guys were asleep

The Holy Son, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, frowned heavily, with a faint look of wonder appearing in his empty eyes.

"In addition, there are not a large number of survivors in the Borneo Province. Although these people are a little more friendly and can help you with your research on a technical level, there are still some problems as a breeding ground for cultivating mutants. So. ·····."

I never expected to be able to use a group of geniuses to create a perfect utopia out of thin air, as long as my big players can do everything they can to make things worse.

The moment the words were spoken, deafening explosions suddenly spread from both sides of the flagship. I saw thick and long tongues of fire spurting out backwards, and the billowing smoke split the waves!

The two eyes on the sword eyebrows were like flashing thunder, staring at the back of the bridge meticulously. Li Minghui grabbed my collar and stared into my eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Kong Guanhong looked at the forerunners around him and continued with a serious expression.

The blue-skinned mutants wandering under the coastline stopped what they were doing and raised their heads of humanity.

It’s one-

At the same time, communication components that frequently send and receive electromagnetic wave information are far more difficult to be affected by electromagnetic pulses than information processing components.

"Assault...?"

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Li Minghui broke out in hot sweat on the back of his forehead. He stood up suddenly, walked through the long and narrow white corridor, and hurriedly fled to a monitoring room.

"Spread the barrage and shoot four rounds!

Interrupting my words with a doubtful tone, the Holy Son stretched out his index finger and clicked it in the air. Light blue beams of light stretched out backwards, covering the terrain of Borneo Province in a few breaths. The landforms are all outlined, and they are still the topography of the Wasteland Era.

"What happened?"

"The alliance's troops are gathering on the North Island in the southern seas. You are worried about——"

Although the encryption technology of the Torch Church is strong, even the coalition forces of the United Nations that have gathered talents from all parties can crack its password. However, for a "deserted and inhabited" province, it is difficult to judge whether the Torch Church is holding a meeting. "The time is simply too human.

Looking at the apostle who was stunned on the spot, the Holy Son continued in a fierce tone. This chaos corroding the small land——

Looking at Li Minghui, who had not reconnected for a long time, the faces of the forerunners all showed expressions of joy.

I consciously glanced at Arzu who was standing next to me, but I saw that the president, who usually looked polite, seemed to be a different person at this moment.

Whether the forerunners sitting there have the confidence to refute me, the Holy Son also gave me enough trust and support, and completely handed over the management of the parish in the southern sea to me.

A sonorous and weak voice suddenly sounded, startling Nihak who was distracted.

"That land is adjacent to Silver Moon Bay, across a sea, not the eastern part of a small desert, running straight along the equator, not the center of the old world, the remains of the space elevator...it is said that there is no group that calls itself People from the Enlightenment Society are operating locally. Like you, we have explored clues related to the Torch Project. We should be able to understand your situation.

Later, when I was in Jinhe City, I cleaned up the mess for Luo Gan and fought against people from the alliance. But therein lies the problem.

The map of Borneo suspended in front of me turned into a ball of red soil like crumbled paper. However, the bionic chip is not everything in the sanctuary. Apart from the bionic chip, there is no signal base station.

"Then...how is it possible that this garbage-like thing can actually suppress the results that you have spent more than ten years studying."

Only when the distance is very long, a distributed network can be built in a "point-to-point" direct connection between chips. For example, all chip implanters are in the same settlement.

At the same time, the four landing ships opened the hatch directly behind, and the "Alligator" amphibious armored vehicles rushed into the sea like dumplings on the pot, pushing through rows of waves. Toward this smoke-covered coastline!

The amount of information sent and received by bionic chips is unlimited, and coupled with the ordinary nature of the material itself, there is almost no impact when facing a wide-area electromagnetic pulse.

"Because...red soil."