This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 750: The Breakthrough Torn Open from the Northern Front
Chapter 750: Chapter 750: The Breakthrough Torn Open from the Northern Front
The underground monitoring room was shrouded in a silence like death.
Whether they were corporation or Alliance researchers, all of them had their eyes wide open in shock, without exception.
Except for Heya.
As the only researcher for "the project in question," she was probably the only one among all the researchers here who understood the inside story.
Her fair face flushed with excitement as she stared at the screen with rapt attention, her eyes filled with mania as she murmured to herself.
"Is this the strength of a 60% genetic sequence unlocking degree? This feeling is simply...even more exaggerated than the theoretical analysis values during the tests!"
No—
Should this still be called a carbon-based lifeform?!
Even at the frame rate of the security monitor, it failed to capture the trajectory of that punch!
Her heart was pounding fiercely, and her breathing became rapid.
It was at this moment Heya abruptly came back to her senses, talking to herself.
"...Wait, that unidentifiable ’Talent’... could it be related to this?!"
Is it strength enhancement?
Or is it that not only the strength was enhanced...
While the other researchers were still in awe, the monster clad in biological power armor suddenly burst into action, launching another attack amid cries of alarm.
He seemed to have been enraged, the whole corridor echoing with his furious roar.
Explosive strength boiled within the muscles that could rival an Evolutionary body, and his massive figure shot out like a cannonball once again.
The terrifying explosive force seemed even stronger than before; his speed even faster!
However—
This time’s result was no different from the last, the Beast King could not even utter a pained howl before being punched in the face and falling to the ground.
"Don’t you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"
Looking at the Beast King buried in the rubble of concrete, Chu Guang gradually felt some boredom. He reached out to pick up the hammer standing on the ground and walked over to him.
Hearing the steady footsteps, the Beast King struggled to climb out from the shattered rocks, wiping the sticky fluid from the corner of his mouth, staring dead at Chu Guang walking toward him.
"What kind of monster are you...?"
There was a tremor in his voice, his sharp claws uncontrollably shaking.
Not out of fear.
It was purely because of the three punches, ’bang bang bang,’ that had thrown his endocrine system into disarray.
"I’m not some monster; I am who I am," Chu Guang said calmly.
"Impossible!" the Beast King roared, interrupting Chu Guang’s words, his dark green pupils fixed on him, "This can’t possibly be human strength...even if you’ve modified his power armor, your body can’t possibly withstand that speed and strength!"
"Modified?" Chu Guang smiled faintly, "There’s no need for that."
He knew this guy was trying to pry information from him.
Unfortunately, he himself had no clear idea of what was happening to his body.
According to the conclusion Heya had drawn a long time ago, the "results" of his as a player’s exploration of the Gene Sequence would eventually accumulate in him in some form.
In a sense, his very existence was a "singularity" beyond the Viewrange—anomaly that current theories could at best scratch the surface of, incapable of touching the root.
Just like the "Morphogenesis Field" connecting the players.
Including the "Perfect Life forms" that The Torch desired but couldn’t obtain...
In the Beast King’s pupils flickered disbelief, clearly not convinced by Chu Guang’s words.
But Chu Guang had no intention of explaining to him either; he just swung that square Iron Hammer—
And the nitrogen, almost compressed into a solid, gathered on its head!
"Go to Hell."
He spoke calmly, announcing the devil’s execution.
"You all belong there."
The exploding air currents burst forth instantly like sharp blades, tearing open the windows and even slicing the surrounding walls!
No fancy moves were needed, nor was there any need for such things.
Chu Guang, having swung the Warhammer in a full circle, smashed it down onto the Beast King, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
Facing the whirlwind-like heavy hammer, the Beast King subconsciously raised his arms to block.
However, his biological power armor, which he was so proud of, was as fragile as paper mache, instantly torn to shreds.
The intense pain made him howl involuntarily, but the raging winds stuffed his mouth, ballooning his cheeks.
Then—
The Warhammer that had shattered his arms landed heavily on the crown of his head, driving it down into his shoulders, grinding both his head and the upper half of his body into mush.
The turbulent airflow stirred up billowing dust.
When the dust settled, the entire corridor was splattered with droplets of crimson, as if a rain of blood had just fallen.
At the center of that storm, there was only Chu Guang, holding the hammer, and a flattened pile of mush that once was the Beast King.
Hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and Lu Bei, filled with anxiousness, led a group of Guards Corps to the basement.
The moment he realized the Manager wasn’t by his side, he led his men here in a hurry.
However, he never expected to see such an exaggerated scene...
Not just Lu Bei, but all the Guards standing behind him were stunned.
This...
He’s their Manager?
The Manager who is gentle and magnanimous, who almost never loses his temper...?
Even though they had some understanding of the Manager’s strength, they had never imagined it would be so exaggerated.
A look of deep respect was written in everyone’s eyes.
Although their reasons for their loyalty to the Manager were not because of his power, on the Wasteland where the law of the jungle was widely accepted, strong power naturally commanded respect from the Waste Land Wanderers; this was an undeniable fact.
In the underground control room.
A group of research personnel were equally stunned, unable to utter a single word.
After a long time, an old professor from Yunjian University swallowed, poked a researcher from the Alliance beside him with his index finger, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Is this... really your Manager?"
What he wanted to ask was actually "Is that guy still human?"
But after thinking it over, he felt it was too offensive and changed his question at the last moment.
The Alliance researcher was also baffled but instinctively nodded.
"Of course... no doubt about it."
A female researcher from Yunjian University, with fervor twinkling in her eyes, grabbed a collaborator from Camp 101 beside her.
"What kind of technology is this? I mean no offense in asking; I just want to understand what just happened... can I borrow a sample—"
Before the collaborator could respond, Heya cut off his wildly imaginative thoughts as decisively as a cat protecting its food.
"Don’t even think about it!"
At the same time, outside the research institute, on the open space, a crowd of players and NPCs were also looking at the damaged wall and the corridor where Chu Guang stood.
When that winged guy had smashed through the wall and charged in, they noticed the commotion at the institute, and then they heard the booming explosions that sounded like cannonfire.
Realizing that the Manager of the Alliance was there, General Babita had mixed feelings on his face, though joy dominated and, deep down, he couldn’t help but silently cheer the monster on.
On the other hand, a sergeant from the "Hound" Special Forces turned to the soldiers of the Storm Corps beside him, unable to help but ask.
"Your Manager is there... aren’t you going to help him?"
Hearing the NPC’s voice, a player named Tomb-Tomb Raider looked at him strangely, thinking that this was just a cutscene, nothing to make a fuss about.
With the Manager’s level and attribute panel, for that thing to harm him would be seriously underestimating the power of "technology."
Waving his hand, Tomb-Tomb Raider laughed and said.
"There’s no need; by the time we get there, he’ll probably have disassembled that thing into parts."
Hound Special Forces Sergeant: "...?"
Although his description was already quite exaggerated, Tomb-Tomb Raider had still underestimated the esteemed Mister Manager.
Strictly speaking, rather than being disassembled into parts.
That pile of "mosaic" probably wouldn’t even leave a single intact part.
Chu Guang, looking down at the thick blood stains covering him, muttered after a moment of silence.
"Seems like I used too much force."
He should have left a head as evidence.
And now he was covered in blood...
But actually, it didn’t really matter.
After all, X-16 would clean it up for him.
Flicking the bits of flesh and plasma sticking to the Warhammer, Chu Guang stepped over the Beast King’s corpse, ascended the stairs of the research institute to the third floor, and stood in front of the gaping hole in the collapsed wall.
Upon seeing that figure appear at the breach in the wall, nearly everyone’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
Except for the residents of Shelter No. 404.
Players who had fought side by side with him more than once knew very well how strong he was.
Even more than that.
He was like a flag.
No matter what kind of enemy they faced, as long as they stood by his side, their hearts would burst forth with fearless courage and the determination to win.
For this reason.
When they saw him appear on the battlefield, almost all the players shouted out excitedly—
"The Manager kicks ass!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Roar roar roar!"
Basking in the stirring cheers, the soldiers of the Hound Special Forces looked around bewilderedly, following the gazes of those people toward the direction of the research institute.
They did not understand what the residents of the refuge were cheering about, but they could feel the fervor permeating the cheers.
The one they considered their leader was leading them from one victory to another, and they had no doubt that bright prospects lay ahead.
Those soldiers from the Free State all had envious looks in their eyes.
Fighting to repay their debts as soon as possible, they did not understand what kind of belief that was, but this did not stop them from casting envious glances at those shining figures.
If only they had such a caring Manager too.
Everyone couldn’t help but think so in their hearts.
It seemed a bit more attainable than the ideals of the Ideal City.
However, unfortunately for them, those holding such thoughts always had to choose between a bad option and an even worse one, and most of the time, they didn’t even have the chance to choose.
It was not only the soldiers of the Hound Special Forces.
Even the soldiers from the Falcon Kingdom looked up to that man.
Even though they had been beaten black and blue by him, they found they didn’t hate this guy at all...
At least from a soldier’s standpoint, a general who can advance and retreat with them is far stronger than those cowards hiding in castles and on airships.
Looking at Chu Guang, who was unharmed, a trace of loss crept onto General Babita’s face, and he sighed inwardly.
What a pity.
Heaven does not bless our Empire...
This long, drawn-out night seems like it will never end.
Glancing over the battlefield, Chu Guang slammed his warhammer onto the ground with great force.
"Gentlemen—"
He opened the speaker on his helmet and increased the volume, letting out a deafening cry.
"Our enemies are at their wits’ end, their frayed courage disguised by frenzy can’t hide their weakness!"
"Their ’Beast King’ has already died under my hammer!"
"If they wish to seek death! Then let us oblige them!"
That voice, like a sharp sword, cut through the curtain of night and the noise of gunfire and cannons.
Whether it was those staring at him.
Or the soldiers engaged in fierce combat, they all erupted with an unprecedented fighting spirit.
Replying to him was a deafening roar.
"Kill!!"
...
That deafening roar, like a shot of adrenaline, pierced the hearts of every warrior.
Faced with the high-spirited Allied forces, the monsters entangled outside the research institute put up a dying struggle before finally being defeated.
Meanwhile, the battles at other locations within the military base were also coming to a close.
Under Xiaoyu’s command, the vast armies of Eaters and Crawlers successfully captured the military base’s east and west wings, blocking those corpses that kept emerging from the soil.
The Heaven over the military base’s sky had already collapsed, and it was only a matter of time before those puppets woken by Heaven were sent away.
On another front, the Skeleton Corps’ armored divisions had also arrived at the north side of the military base.
While taking care of the "Walking Corpses," they also conveniently dealt with the Batwing People attacking the north defensive line and those neither human nor ghost creatures wearing biological power armor.
As Chu Guang had stated in his rallying cry, the Torch’s influence in this era was at its last gasp.
They had no cards left to play!
At the same time, aboard the Loyalty Airship.
General Lucien, sitting in the bridge, had finally received a battle report from the front lines.
After reading the report carefully to the end, he slowly exhaled and then turned to his spirited adjutant, saying,
"The position at Blood Mountain has been taken, and the crisis at the military base has been resolved. We have won this war!"
Relief spread across the adjutant’s face as he said with lingering fear,
"I never expected that those guys would possess such terrifying weapons..."
Perhaps they should follow in the footsteps of the Academy’s Alpha Special Mobile Force and equip the Clone Troops with gas masks as well.
Though ineffective against the strange biochemical weapons of the Alpha Protozoans, at least they could resist the corrosion of the Nago mycelium.
The Glory Army’s dragging performance in this battle could be said to have thoroughly disgraced their corps.
General Lucien nodded, squinting toward the west outside the panoramic window.
He had already reported the situation here to Triumph City, and reinforcements would arrive before long.
Ten Peaks Mountain was but a necessary pass on their way to Haiye Province.
The Allied forces’ war with the Torch had only just begun.
And after this, there were still the struggles with enterprises, academies, and even the Grand Canyon... and also the game with the Alliance.
For the corps, that would be the main event.
...
As if it had ignited in an instant, the blazing war seemed to also come to an end in the blink of an eye.
When the last Batwing Person had its throat slit by a player who ran out of ammo using his battle knife, the dim horizon began to show a hint of dawn’s pale light.
Unknowingly, the soldiers in this military base had been battling through the night!
Although Xiaoyu’s spawn was still contesting for control of the land with the Nago mycelium puppets, the latter posed no longer a threat.
With those wearing the biological power armor falling one after another, whether Batwing People or "Walking Corpses," all turned into soulless shells, merely walking corpses driven by instinct.
These organization-less creatures were clearly no match for the army of spawn led by Xiaoyu.
The complete purge of this wasteland’s corruption was just a matter of time...
The news of victory spread quickly throughout the army.
Learning that the enemy had been routed, the tense nerves of the officers and men finally relaxed.
Many simply collapsed on the ground or stared blankly at the bodies strewn everywhere.
The thick stench of blood filled their nostrils, turning the entire military base into a sea of blood.
The ferocity of this battle exceeded most people’s imaginations.
After all, the combined population of most settlements in the wasteland didn’t even match the number of bodies that could fit in one of the burial pits here.
The people from Weilante seemed calm by comparison, even queuing up at the canteen entrance with their lunch boxes.
Perhaps on the continent’s west side, this was just a minor affair...
Apart from those from Weilante, the most composed in the entire Allied forces were naturally the players.
To not let accumulated fatigue affect their "daytime" gameplay, some had already run back to the Sleep Cabins to rest.
And some who didn’t manage to secure a save point didn’t waste time, simply grabbing a quick meal before helping the NPCs clean up the battlefield.
On the eastern side of the military base.
The Southern Construction Corps had outlined a piece of land in the wasteland, especially for piling up bodies.
They used trucks to drag the bodies out of the military base and dumped them here, waiting for the Crawlers that Xiaoyu hatched to carry them away.
Looking at the heaps of dead, Mosquito couldn’t help but sigh.
"Damn... the Empire is going to have to pay through the nose this time."
Without asking, he could guess that apart from those Clone Cannon Fodder, it was probably the Mouse Tribe of the West Winds Empire’s Expeditionary Army that suffered the most casualties.
Those guys really had it rough.
All they wanted was a few good meals, they hadn’t committed any heinous crimes, at most they just thought about it, but they ended up being pushed around by their superiors, living miserably and dying without dignity.
Standing beside him, the construction site youth glanced at him sideways.
"...Why do I feel like it’s not the Empire that’s going to lose out the most?"
Mosquito was stunned.
"...What do you mean?"
Debt Giant Eye reminded him.
"Aren’t you still waiting to collect their food supplies?"
His brows twitched, and Mosquito cleared his throat, defending himself. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm
"I just said I was planning to collect... but they didn’t manage to farm it, so there’s nothing to collect, right?"
Despite saying this, when he thought about the money he wouldn’t be able to pick up for free, there was still a hint of regret on his face, and he couldn’t help but feel the pain as he smacked his lips.
Not earning was also a kind of loss.
He had to figure out how to fill this gap...
...
Elsewhere, at the military base of the Weifu, an open space in front of the temporary research institute had several tents set up with medical symbols painted on them.
Half an hour ago, the corporate medical team departed from the Dawn City Airport and had now arrived at the front lines of the Weifu military base. Nurses and doctors from the Ideal City were helping the wounded soldiers bandage their wounds.
Originally, before it was converted into a temporary research institute, this concrete building was a reserve medical facility, but it was later converted into a research facility because there weren’t many casualties.
And that open space in front of the building was specifically reserved for "exceedingly injured"...
However, neither the Southern Construction Corps nor the various factions of the Allied forces ever imagined that this space would indeed come into use.
Moreover, it was before the Allied forces entered Haiya Province.
After all, judging from the first two battles, the strength shown by the Torch Church did not seem very strong; their defenses fell easily...
As Chu Guang was comforting the soldiers, Li Jinrong, the commander of the Southern Construction Corps, limped over.
His arm was bandaged as if he had been shot, probably by a Clone of the Glory Army.
The technology of the Ripper Rifle was not highly sophisticated, but the damage from full-powered bullets was no joke.
Luckily the bullet had passed through his arm, without hitting bones or arteries, and hadn’t remained in his body.
Because of this, this minor injury didn’t affect his work at all, and he didn’t even seek a doctor, just wrapped a bandage around it by himself and that was that.
"Apart from the Corps refusing to cooperate with the investigation into the Glory Army’s casualties, the casualties of various parts of the Allied forces have basically been counted. Currently, the heaviest loss is the West Winds Empire’s Expeditionary Army; many of them were poisoned as soon as the fog came..."
Chu Guang frowned and asked.
"How many did they lose in total?"
Li Jinrong swallowed and continued.
"Counting the missing... it’s about 14,700 people."
If Xiaoyu hadn’t saved some, that number would have been even more exaggerated.
Even though Chu Guang had anticipated that the casualties of the West Winds Empire’s Expeditionary Army would be appalling, hearing this number still made him involuntarily hold his breath.
Nearly fifteen thousand people...
The total number of soldiers who made it to Brocade River Province was only twenty thousand, meaning the ranks had been reduced by nearly three-quarters!
Looking at the heavy expression on Chu Guang’s face, Li Jinrong hesitated for a moment before continuing.
"The commander of the West Winds Expeditionary Army hopes the Allied forces can provide some compensation to the families of those fallen soldiers... They were the pillars of 14,700 families. They came here for the shared destiny of all humanity, and their families deserve more than just ashes and honor; they should also receive care from those who survive because of their sacrifice."
Hearing this grandiloquent speech, the corners of Chu Guang’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
The pillars of 14,700 families, my ass...
They were probably livestock from some farm.
And even though he hadn’t been to Poluo Province, it didn’t mean he was ignorant of the situation there.
He could be sure that even if he managed to get some compensation from the Academy or the corporation for them, or even if he paid it out of his own pocket, that money would definitely not end up in the hands of those people’s families and would most likely end up in the pocket of some Noble.
Or maybe even in Babita’s own pocket.
However, at this moment, he thought of a prematurely deceased friend.
In a sense, he now stood on a similar stance.
He could ignore those guys, and no one would think he did anything wrong. Even General Babita himself, who proposed the request, would look back and feel embarrassed.
After all, the Mouse Tribe didn’t manage to be useful in any way and instead mistakenly roped in some allies in the fog; even the Corps closest to them found them to be a nuisance.
But if he didn’t plant the seeds in his pocket, no matter how many seeds they saved up, the Wasteland would always be the Wasteland, even if they ultimately won this War.
After a long period of contemplation, Chu Guang spoke.
"Tell Babita the Allied forces are a military institution, not a fostering institution; however, the Sticky Community acknowledges their sacrifice."
"If he truly wants to do something for those 14,700 dead soldiers, he should carefully document their names, families, and addresses."
"We will recognize and provide appropriate compensation to all the families of the fallen soldiers and their respective communities by public resolution."
Li Jinrong nodded earnestly.
"Understood!"
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