This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 749: That Fist Comparable to a Railgun

Blade Mountain Battlefield.

A squad of corporate soldiers was resting.

Looking at the ground covered in bodies stained red with blood, Tang Feng sat on the edge of the trench, panting heavily. His right hand never left the rifle, his index finger pressed against the safety.

Strictly speaking, this was his first time on a real battlefield.

At first, he was nervous and slightly panicked, but later he became completely numb, even sitting next to a pile of bodies without any emotion.

This place was entirely different from the virtual reality training system. The mutants and goblins were not as stiff as the programmed simulations; they were cunning like monkeys in a zoo but more murderous and brutal than hyenas that had been starved for three days.

One small mistake could cost them their lives, and indeed, if not for the bionic prostheses and plug-ins implanted in their bodies, he might have died countless times already.

Damn the council, the outside world had truly become a hellish nightmare.

How on earth did those Waste Land Wanderers manage to survive outside Ideal City?

Tang Feng felt sticky inside his helmet, filled with sweat, yet he dared not take it off.

Only now did he realize how well their superiors had protected them.

Just then, there was a stir at the foot of the southern hills. Hearing the call to assemble, he immediately grabbed his rifle and got up, joining the squad members heading in that direction.

"What the hell is that?" a soldier’s eyes showed a hint of faint panic as monstrous creatures with fierce faces emerged from the dense fog in the distance.

The most common among them had four hands on the ground, resembling both humans and spiders.

Others looked human but moved staggeringly forward like the zombies from the games produced by Skeleton Studio.

The captain made a gesture, and the line of men raised their rifles, aiming at the creatures.

Just then, a shout came from within the fog.

"Don’t shoot, it’s your own people!"

As the voice fell, a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons immediately followed and walked out of the fog.

The uniform Type Five exoskeletons and LD-47 rifles were all too familiar to these young men who had impulsively enlisted after playing a couple of rounds of competitive shooting games.

They were brothers from the Death Legion!

The men lowered their guns, watching the creatures emerging from the fog, their eyes still showing clear doubt.

After observing the creatures, Tang Feng looked at the man leading them and asked in a weird tone,

"...Our own people?"

Edge Shoveling nodded and explained,

"The lair on Blood Mountain has been assimilated by us. These are the offspring entities of Xiaoyu. We plan to use them to disperse the ’heaven’ here... which is the spore clouds formed by the Nago mycelium."

Not just Tang Feng, all the surrounding soldiers had shocked expressions after hearing this.

"Is that even possible?"

Edge Shoveling shrugged his shoulders.

"We have to try."

Exploring solutions to the mutated slime fungus was the very reason for the existence of the Mucor Research Community.

At that moment, the captain, who had previously sought instructions from his superiors, finally received a response. Walking up to Edge Shoveling, he said solemnly,

"We will help you cross this battlefield as quickly as possible. Please, follow me!"

With that, he signaled to his teammates behind him.

"Let them pass!"

Edge Shoveling looked back, nodded, and then led several Intelligence System players from within the army behind the corporate soldiers, heading down the narrow path that passed through Broken Blade Mountain.

At the same time, a continuous "squealing" resonated among the spore entities, with the Intelligence System players, equipped with neural connection devices, biological prosthetics, and radios, serving as "Node Creatures," transmitting unified messages and instructions.

At this moment, on the position at Broken Blade Mountain, young men from the corporations stared at the vast sea of spore entities, their faces filled with astonishment and surprise.

A thousand... No, perhaps ten thousand!

What shocked them wasn’t just the enormous number, but also that the lair had managed to hatch them in such a short time.

A soldier couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.

"Is this the Tide?"

Another soldier whispered hoarsely, his voice rough.

"Likely... even more exaggerated."

Although he had never actually seen that thing, he had heard that Skeleton Studio’s latest release, "Zombie Crisis," was inspired by it.

He had played the test demo, and the infuriating difficulty and the nearly suffocating fear of death made the adrenaline surge in him, leaving those "soft" sandbox games on the Endpoint Cloud far behind.

"Damn..."

"Fighting this thing for 200 years... those are some tough people."

Even though they knew a single shell could clear a large swath of these entities, they still couldn’t help but feel utterly shocked from deep within.

Especially considering the terrain of Qingquan City, where brothers from the Alliance fought these creatures in urban ruins unsuitable for artillery fire, the accumulated shock in their hearts grew even more intense...

At the same time, atop the peaks of Black Cloud Mountain, Vellante People who had just dealt with a sudden attack from Mutants and Goblins were also watching the group of spore entities trudging along the winding mountain path.

Surprise was written on every face.

Unlike the fools from Ideal City, they were not unfamiliar with the mucor.

This thing was considered one of the four major pests on the Wasteland, alongside Variants, Looters, and Mutants.

The Army had conquered a vast territory, but they had limited means of dealing with lairs within their domain.

However, the Alliance, whose territory spanned only a province, had not only conquered this entity but even tamed it?!

That was utterly bizarre.

"The gray mist seems to be weakening..." watching the massive group of spore entities, the assistant standing next to General Modlin was visibly exhilarated.

General Modlin said nothing, but furrowed his brow and stared intensely, speaking succinctly.

"It doesn’t look like it’s weakening. Look closely, there is a clear divide between the mists."

The Alliance had shared research results at the Sticky Community meeting, which indicated that while tracing the origins of the Nago, they discovered that the Type B primitive strain from Baiyue Province had a significant suppressive effect on the J-type strain modified by the Torch Church.

It was currently unclear what the principle of this suppression was. Investigations into the lair in Baiyue Province had only just begun, and many theories were still being explored. However, not understanding the principle didn’t prevent them from using the research results.

If nothing unexpected happened, those spore entities were likely inoculated with the Type B strain, or perhaps even had similar genetic segments inserted directly into their spore-releasing organs.

He was just a military officer, not a professional biologist, so he could only make rough guesses.

However, what surprised him was not the Alliance’s biotechnology, but that they had actually managed to "consume" the lair on Blood Mountain.

According to the Alliance, this was called "assimilation."

This was probably the closest they’d ever come to the Alliance’s top secrets, but unfortunately, they were still too far away to witness the process of assimilation themselves.

A hint of regret flashed across General Modlin’s face, but he quickly composed himself, a glimmer of realization sparking in his eyes.

"I finally understand why the Academy, which usually prefers to stay in the background, suddenly insisted on taking the lead in the assault on Blood Mountain."

Among all the peaks of Ten Peaks Mountain, Blood Mountain was undoubtedly the most perilous.

They never engaged in thankless tasks.

The adjutant looked at him in surprise.

"...Do you mean that they knew from the beginning about the ’Mutated slime fungus’ lair there?"

"I remember that it wasn’t the Alliance but the Academy that first targeted the Torch Church... That lair has existed for two hundred years; perhaps they obtained relevant data as far back as the War Construction Committee era."

General Modlin paused before adding indifferently,

"Of course, this is just my speculation."

...

A gray-green torrent flowed along the winding mountain roads, moving towards the direction of the military base of the Wei Mansion amidst the heavy mist of the night.

Wherever they passed, the gray-green mist boiled incessantly, and the gray-green fungal strands that emerged from the soil also drooped as if they were withered.

"Heaven" seemed to be contained.

And it was collapsing at a visible rate!

The Mouse Tribe people, corroded by Nago, watched blankly as the ominous mist enveloped them, making no move.

And those corpses that emerged from the soil had fear flowing from their never physical pupils.

These revived dead did not possess complete consciousness entities; they were merely puppets driven by the Nago mycelium.

Because of this, their emotions were projections of the countless fears of the Nago mycelium.

"Hiss..."

The corpses let out a hoarse cry, as if to intimidate the approaching figures.

However, the Crawlers and Eaters paid no attention to their threats and instead focused their amber eyes on them due to the noise they made.

With a desire to feed released from those amber eyes, the Crawlers not only did not stop but quickened their pace, excitedly squealing "Yi Wu" as they pounced on the corpses.

Two twisted torrents collided instantly, and facing the seasoned subentities from Qingquan City, these Nago-corroded corpses stood no chance.

Especially under the influence of the spores released by the Type B strain, the Nago mycelium that was eroding the land was visibly withering and ultimately perished.

The situation on the battlefield seemed to have reversed in an instant. The south side of the Wei Mansion military base fell entirely under the control of Xiaoyu’s subentity army, and more subentities continued to arrive from the rear, pushing the front line towards the east and west wings of the military base.

"Well done!"

Seated in the Thunder Aircraft, Falling Feather, using the light from the flares, glimpsed the situation on the ground and shouted excitedly.

"Yi Wu! (Thanks for the praise!)"

A affectionate response came through the communication channel, the tone seemingly saying, "Please praise me some more."

Meanwhile, on another side of the battlefield.

Flapping his wings, Kupo stared in astonishment at the southern part of the battlefield, his fierce face revealing a trace of disbelief.

Heaven was disintegrating!

How could this be!

He was just an Apostle, although he had assisted a Pioneer codenamed "Human Emperor" in some research tasks, his work had not touched the core of Heaven, dealing only with the containment or capture of materials needed for experiments.

Because of this, he could not comprehend what was happening before him.

Just then, a sigh reverberated by his ear—it was the voice of the Human Emperor.

"... Although I had anticipated that events might unfold beyond our expectations, I didn’t expect that fellow to not even last a month, let alone half a year."

Blood Mountain had fallen.

The lair there had also fallen.

They could now confirm that the Alliance must have mastered some technology capable of assimilating the lair, and as a result, they had implanted a gene segment from the Baiyue Province’s Nago Primitive Fungus Strain into the lair at Blood Mountain.

This was indeed a direction they had not anticipated.

Originally, they had assumed the Alliance would likely take another technological route, namely using genetic editing technology to improve the Nago Primitive Fungus Strain so it could be planted outside Baiyue Province.

This would have been the most prudent approach, and the one most people would think of first.

However, had the Alliance actually done so, it would have played right into their hands.

Because those fellows would soon realize they had merely retraced the steps once taken by the Torch, thus walking into a maze with no exit.

But from the looks of it now, they had circumvented this maze and directly used the spores of the mucor as a culture dish, pulling off a trick of ’borrowing a hen to lay eggs.’

Even he had to admit that these people’s ideas were truly grand.

Hearing his own boss’s voice, Kupo, who was flying in the air, respectfully asked,

"Pioneer Lord, what should we do?"

The Human Emperor pondered for a moment, then slowly said,

"Retreat, it’s meaningless now. Better to preserve some strength for preparation later."

The Beast King had three cards in hand, one was Blood Mountain’s lair, another was the Mutants, and the last one was Heaven, buried under the Ten Peaks Mountain and Wei Mansion Wasteland.

The first two cards were already torn, and the last card being torn was only a matter of time.

To think that with merely these ten thousand Batwing People he could take down the hard bone of the Wei Mansion military base was nothing short of a fool’s dream.

It would be far better to let these guys guerilla in the mountains between Brocade River Province and Haiya Province than let them be used as cannon fodder here.

A hint of hesitation flashed through Kupo’s eyes.

"What about the ’Beast King’..."

The Human Emperor promptly said without hesitation,

"He’s already lost. Even if we help him, it won’t make any difference. He must pay the price for his arrogance—"

His words hadn’t yet finished when he suddenly stopped short, as if a remote control had forcibly changed the channel.

Confused, Kupo suddenly heard a scruffy, rushed voice enter his sea of consciousness, seemingly transmitted through the Biological Power Armor he was wearing.

"Give me control of your body... lend it to me for a while, I’ll return it when I’m done," the Beast King’s voice carried a touch of scruffiness, and a trace of exhaustion.

The Blood Hoof Clan had been annihilated.

Moreover, those meticulously crafted masterpieces of his were also doomed.

Although there were still some Mutant underlings equipped with Torch’s chips, those guys could hardly make any impact; at best, they could only serve as eyes.

His control over the Mortal World had never waned like this, even his colleagues no longer listened to his voice.

Fortunately, he still had one last, final card to play.

Those Biological Power Armor that he produced still contained his chips.

Although this Apostle named Kupo was a subordinate of the Human Emperor, the Biological Power Armor he wore was made by himself.

"...Wait, what have you done!? Let me go!" Kupo’s voice carried a hint of panic as he found himself losing control of his own body, watching helplessly as he plummeted downward.

His body no longer seemed to belong to him but was controlled by another person.

And that person, like a madman, was not satisfied with just seizing control of his body; he also bewitched other mutants wearing biological power armor.

Seemingly unwilling to waste words with him, the Beast King completely ignored the man who was furiously shouting in the Holy Land, controlling his body to dive straight toward the military base.

"Attack!"

"Charge!"

"With your canine teeth, with your claws, rip open those humans’ chests! Decorate this land with their flesh and intestines, make them regret coming here!"

He shouted loudly through the communication channel, while simultaneously issuing the attack order to all the Batwing People through the Mind Interference Module.

Under the influence of the Mind Interference waves, the Batwing People instantly fell into a frenzy, emitting piercing screams as they recklessly charged at the nearest enemy.

Watching the battlefield that resembled hell on earth, Kupo, dominated by the Beast King, sported a cruel smirk on his face.

He wasn’t going anywhere, and there was nowhere he could go. His colleagues wanted to abandon him, but he would not stupidly wait there to be slaughtered.

This was his parish!

It always was!

Since the fall of the Heaven was inevitable, there was only one thing he could do.

That was to stake everything on one last strike while Heaven had not yet collapsed.

As long as he could dismantle the Allied forces’ command system, he still had a chance to make a comeback!

Right—

The Alliance’s Manager seemed to be here too!

As long as he took that guy down, everything would start to improve!

Somehow, he had forgotten the ideals he once swore to fulfill.

But those didn’t matter anymore.

He had lost everything, and he was even about to lose the Heaven he had achieved.

He could not allow such a thing to happen!

If the new world didn’t bear his name, then what meaning would that new world have?

The Torch’s plan didn’t matter anymore; now, he just wanted these people who ruined his plans to die!

Everyone must die!

Meanwhile, at the temporary research facility stationed by the Alliance and corporate researchers at the Spring Water military base,

Kakarot, who was gathered near the research facility, looked up at the Batwing People who suddenly went mad, and exclaimed in surprise.

"What the fuck... Are these guys on drugs?!"

Just half a minute ago, they were maintaining a steady rhythm of attack, but suddenly, like crazy, they all swarmed up.

"...But it also shows that they have run out of tricks to pull."

The Spring Water Commander wiped the blood off his helmet, changed the magazine of his 20mm Cavalry Gun, and continued firing at the oncoming targets.

Not far from them, the casualties of the Hound Special Forces had already surpassed half, and it seemed they could not withstand the increasingly fierce onslaught, showing signs of impending collapse.

It looked like the Empire’s officers were also over there,

Although I don’t know why those guys came here, if they were trying to escape, they clearly picked the wrong place.

The Torch Church seemed to sense something and intensified its attacks on the Temporary Research Institute.

For a moment, the Spring Water Commander couldn’t distinguish whether the Batwing People were attracted by the Manager or by the researchers here.

Or perhaps they simply perceived through their combat instincts that the defense force committed here by the Allied forces was unusual, so they judged that there were highly valuable strategic targets present.

But none of that mattered anymore.

The enemy had already gone all out, and they just needed to crush them with all their might.

All the cards were on the table, and the stakes had been placed. There was no longer a contest of skills, just a pure clash of brute strength.

Whoever had greater strength would be able to pin the other’s hand to the table!

The "Over-Top Strongman" drove an open-backed truck near the Temporary Research Institute, and the quadruple anti-aircraft gun mounted on the trailer quickly raised its barrels.

This quadruple anti-aircraft cannon had been dismantled from the southern air defense position of the base. It was no longer needed there, but it was perfect for resolving the urgent crisis here!

Operated by an Agility system player, the four barrels vented their fury into the sky, forming a dense net of tracer projectiles!

There was no need to aim.

Those winged creatures swarmed up in droves.

In just a moment, the open space in front of the battlefield research institute was littered with severed limbs and flesh, and dense blood mist filled the air.

The arrival of the anti-aircraft vehicle greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers nearby, and the situation, which had been hanging by a thread, was turned around once again.

However, at that moment, an accident occurred again.

A biological power armor suddenly fell from the sky and heavily struck the exterior wall of the research institute, creating a large hole in the concrete wall.

Two guards shooting from the window were instantly killed, and the others were shamefully forced to retreat by the flying debris, thinking they had been bombarded.

Not until the dust settled did they see what had intruded.

Without hesitation, two guards immediately set up their rifles and opened fire.

However, the creature’s movements were so fast they couldn’t see clearly. As they were just raising their rifles, they were struck by a tail with backward-pointing spikes on the breastplate of their exoskeleton.

The bulletproof lining shattered instantly, and the two of them, like baseballs struck by a bat, spat blood and were flung against the wall, unconscious.

The remaining six guards showed a momentary surprise on their faces, but it was only for a moment.

They were all some of the Alliance’s most loyal warriors. They had long been prepared to offer their lives for the Manager. Not one retreated, and all faced the creature and pulled their triggers as if welcoming death.

The sudden eruption of gunfire created streaks of orange-red bullet rain in the corridor.

Yet, that monster, armed to the teeth with biological power armor, charged as if nothing was happening, braving the storm of bullets toward the security passageway on the side of the corridor.

His nose could smell that rich scent of life, an "aroma" that excited him so much that his body trembled; he couldn’t wait to rush up to that creature and yank him out of the azure power armor.

Not only that, the disturbances perceived by the Mind Interference Module and the resolve of the Allied forces to defend this area both convinced him—

The highest commander of the Allied forces and the manager of the Alliance were right here!

Luckily, those troublesome guys were probably still in the caves of Blood Mountain.

And this time—

No one would stop him again!

"I know you’re here! Hahaha! Didn’t expect this, I’ve come for you!"

Laughing manically and roaring, it swung its sharp claws and instantly killed two men, the remaining four were also hurled away by its frenzied attacks, either smashing heavily on the floor, against the wall, or thrown out of the windows.

"It was like a wild beast gone mad, thrashing its python-like tail, recklessly destroying everything in sight, swiftly sweeping through one floor before charging down the stairs to the next."

"Suddenly, the flames of battle had surged into the research institute."

"Everyone was taken aback by the sudden turn of events."

"Researchers seeking refuge in the basement watched the screens, their faces filled with terror."

"Whether from the Alliance or from the idealistic Yunjian University in the Ideal City, they had only seen such a monster in zoos."

"No—"

"The variants in the zoos had nothing on this creature’s destructiveness; even the Claw of Death would have admitted defeat."

"Heya’s face turned slightly pale as she involuntarily swallowed."

"Although Qingquan City was not particularly safe, her friends in Shelter No. 404 had always protected her well."

"Since leaving Shelter No. 117, this was the first time she’d been so close to danger..."

"Standing on the edge of the crowd, Lu Bei glanced hurriedly at the person beside him, intending to lead the Manager out of there, only to suddenly discover that the Manager had vanished without a trace."

"And at that moment, the rampaging biological power armor in the surveillance footage suddenly flew backward as if struck by a train, howling as it went."

"The violent airflow dispersed the dust, revealing the figure standing at the end of the corridor."

"Struggling to rise from the ground, the Beast King vigorously shook his ugly head, trying to understand what he had just collided with?"

"However, the moment he clearly saw that figure, his dark green pupils abruptly tightened."

"Azure power armor..."

"No mistake!"

"That was the very thing Sven Vilard had worn, a relic of Mr. Manager."

"Are you looking for me?" Chu Guang, holding the Nitrogen-Powered Hammer, looked emotionlessly at the creature before him.

"Ha ha ha ha!" After exchanging glances for half a second, the Beast King suddenly burst into loud laughter."

"That ferocious expression bore a hint of madness, like that of a madman losing everything at the gambling table."

"Over twenty years..."

"Was it 23 or 24 years?"

"They had left that shelter far too long ago, only remembering it was around Wasteland Era Year 190 when the residents of Shelter No. 117 split into the Grave Keeper Sect and the Torch Sect."

"And after leaving that shelter, too many things had happened; by comparison, the grudges between the Grave Keeper Sect and the Torch Sect seemed insignificant, so much so that he almost forgot about that stubborn old man."

"Thinking about it, that old man wasn’t so bad, just a bit obstinate."

"From Giant Stone City to the Death Coast, along the way, they had seen plenty of man-eating things. Compared to those creatures, their Manager was indeed a gentleman..."

"’...Yes, I have been looking for you, and it’s been hard, respected Mr. Manager."

"His mouth twisted into a chilling smile as he curled up his long, sharp claws, and his tail, like a rattlesnake, rose up behind him in an aggressive stance."

"Afterwards, he spoke slowly and deliberately."

"’You shouldn’t be wearing that power armor... The last person who wore it lost to us twenty-three years ago.’"

"Chu Guang did not care, simply looking expressionlessly at this half-human, half-ghost monster."

"’You talk too much.’"

His words hadn’t yet finished when the monster suddenly charged toward him like an arrow released from its bow.

Those pointless words were deliberately used to distract him, to create a momentary flaw in his defense.

The explosive power of its legs even shattered the tiles in the corridor, the rushing sound of its sprint trembled the unbroken windows, like a sweeping hurricane.

This biological power armor was the crystallization of his life’s work, and that terrifying destructive power was his proudest achievement in this life!

Even a nitrogen shield couldn’t possibly block a blow comparable to a railgun!

"Go back to hell!!!"

An excited roar surged from his throat, but the howling claw arrived in front of Chu Guang faster than his bellow.

However—

He hadn’t had the chance to cheer for victory or to bathe in his enemy’s blood before a kinetic force like a cannonball slammed into his face, violently pressing his ugly features into his skull.

That horrific force seemed to pierce through his spirit, causing his consciousness to blur for a moment, nearly flying out of the body he had stolen.

But his body quickly caught up to his out-of-body soul, soaring backward and crashing heavily onto the ground.

The Beast King was entirely dumbfounded.

He clearly saw that the nitrogen-powered hammer was still there on the ground, completely unmoved.

Not only was he dumbfounded, but Kupo, who had been led here by his nose, was too.

But the latter could see clearly, what hit his face was not that hammer but a fist as solid as a cannon.

And not just that—

Beneath that man’s feet, the corridor’s tiles were covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and the concrete shattered inch by inch, the entire corridor looked like it had been bombarded.

This guy was the real monster!

Desperation filled Kupo’s heart as he desperately struggled with the Beast King for control of the body, trying to escape from there.

This one-on-one duel had no chance of success! It would take at least five or more to hold this guy off!

Continuing this fight was no different from delivering oneself to death!

He was not one of those old folks hidden in the Holy Land; that guy couldn’t die, and he only had this one life!

Watching the monster struggling on the ground, Chu Guang lightly shook his right fist.

This thing tried a sneak attack?

That really lacked martial virtue.

But he wasn’t limited to using a hammer; his fists were also good for punching people.

"...After listening to all that drivel, I think I know who you are. The ’Beast King’ hidden in the Holy Land, right?"

The Beast King, sprawled on the ground, stared fiercely at him, a wisp of white mist escaping his mouth, his dark green eyes flashing with a violent glint.

Clearly, this guy still wasn’t convinced, still waiting for a chance to launch another attack.

But that was fine.

Even if this guy begged for mercy, he had no reason to let it go.

Glancing at the inch-deep dent on the steel gauntlet, Chu Guang looked indifferently at the so-called Beast King.

"Is that all?"

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