This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 792: The so-called superior beings you speak of... are kind of weak, huh?

"Die!"

At seven paces, the gun is fast!

Within seven paces, the gun is both accurate and fast!

Watching the man full of openings, the Hunter’s lips curled into an almost imperceptible sinister smile. Without letting him finish speaking, he raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger all the way.

Though the Gauss Rifle, uncharged in its capacitor, could not unleash its maximum power, the high rate of fire from the Mass Bombs was more than enough to suppress the target!

Simultaneously, he skillfully reached with his left hand for the Metal Hydrogen Hand Grenade tucked on the side of his armor, ready to deliver a fatal blow to this arrogant foe.

However, just as he thought everything was under his control, something he could never believe happened.

The old power armor, as if it had wings, charged at him with inconceivable speed straight toward his face!

The rapid barrage of Mass Bombs sparked dazzlingly off the shiny armor surface, yet not even a dent was left!

This was definitely not "Dragon Cavalry" armor,

neither in mobility nor in armor hardness!

The Hunter’s pupils suddenly contracted as he instinctively let go of the now-useless grenade and subconsciously reached for his Battle Knife in an attempt to slash at the wrist holding the Short Axe, only to end up a step too slow.

"Too slow."

The excruciating pain and that voice tinged with mockery arrived almost simultaneously as exploding magma forcefully hit his left shoulder plate!

He felt a searing blast of air from the dull side of the axe blade hit him face on, then those dazzling sparks exploded on his shoulder!

"Ahhh!!!"

Agonizing pain surged from his left shoulder as he staggered backward two steps, even catching a whiff of the burnt smell of roasted meat.

His entire left arm went completely numb!

A horrifying gash was embedded in the position of his left shoulder; metallic jets that had penetrated the armor had directly severed his flesh, nerves, and bones.

This overwhelming force incited a flicker of fear in him.

Especially when he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye—his arm looked as though it had snapped off, dangling from his shoulder, connected only by a bent layer of steel...

"What is this thing?" he gasped, stumbling backward, trying to put distance between them.

Old White didn’t care, merely observing this overly frail "BOSS" struggle futilely.

"This thing?"

He shook the Short Axe in his hand, grinning and said, "Its formal name is the Thermal Cutting Axe, though we usually call it the Armor-breaking Axe."

In principle, this thing is somewhat similar to an Armor-Piercing Bullet. Although it was a demolition tool before the war, player’s real-world tests found it surprisingly effective against infantry armor like power armor.

Since the unlocking of the machining center on Floor B7, like Fang Chang’s Dawn Mechanical Bow, this thing could be directly purchased through VM’s official store.

The Hunter stared intently at him, his eyes wandering over his shiny breastplate, seemingly pondering why his Mass Bombs couldn’t penetrate it.

It was clear that the guy hadn’t given up.

Wisps of faint white smoke trailed from the gash in his left shoulder’s armor, his severed flesh miraculously healing at an unthinkable rate.

There was no need to guess; that was surely some biological graft or gene modification thing—The Torch is known for its biotechnologies.

Without bothering to look at him, Old White spoke succinctly.

"Surrender. Your Saint Heir has already given up; there’s no point in struggling further."

A captive yields more points in battalions than a corpse, so he still intended to persuade him, to see if he could convince this guy to lay down his weapons.

But clearly, his persuasive skills were nowhere near Fang Chang’s.

After hearing his words, the Hunter merely gave a cold laugh.

"Surrender? Hah, dream on!"

After a pause, he clenched his teeth and managed to squeeze out one more sentence through gritted teeth.

"And yet, we have never given up, be it the great Saint Heir or the Pioneers... Just wait and see, our Heaven is destined to descend upon this Earth, and in the end, it will be you who are decayed that are swept into the grave!"

"Heaven... that same old ’Heaven’."

Old White sighed, scratched his helmet, and looked at this delusional guy with incomprehension.

"Actually, there’s something I don’t understand. Your ’Heaven’, is it something inconvenient to explain to others?"

"Words are useless... Die!" The Hunter roared, suddenly sprang into action, and charged directly at Old White.

His speed had increased more than twice from before!

Swelling flesh poured out of the cracks in the armor, spreading like scarlet moss to the exterior of the armor.

At this moment, he hardly looked human but had transformed into some unstable subspecies, his flesh and power armor completely merged into one!

By completely sacrificing his body to the supreme Heaven, fully embracing that supremely glorious evolution!

This was his final trump card!

Having used this move, there was no going back for him, even if he survived this duel, he could only wander like a walking corpse among the ruins.

But he didn’t care!

He just wanted to completely shred the arrogant fool in front of him!

Watching this utterly mad man, Old White sighed silently and swung up the thermal cutting axe in his hand.

His Boundary Breakthrough talent gave him a 150% to 200% increase in strength within three seconds.

Combined with the dynamic vision provided by the Agility attribute, the guy charging at him seemed as slow as a snail.

"To tell you the truth..."

The thick air, like water, was compressed into a solid-like wall by the ax swung at high speed.

A piercing sonic boom echoed through the abandoned floor, and the scorching airflow blew towards the Hunter’s face like a hurricane.

The scorching airflow, along with the almost vaporized metal, poured into his helmet, instantly roasting the flesh beneath the steel to a crisp.

The speed was too fast!

He didn’t even see what happened or had the time to be astonished.

Just as his consciousness vanished like a snapped telephone line, a voice of pity drifted into his ears.

"You so-called higher beings..."

"Are a bit weak."

...

Just as the Hunter was being smashed to pieces by Old White’s two axe swings, the "Power Armor Platoon" led by Fang Chang also successfully cleared up the punishment squad guarding the entrance to the shelter.

The whole battle was without any suspense, a complete slaughter.

Unfortunately, although the battle ended quickly, they did not capture even one member of the punishment squad alive.

These fanatics, who had their loyalty to the Torch etched into their souls, were completely mad, utterly indifferent to their own lives.

Especially after they realized that their team leader "Hunter" had died in battle, the remaining dozen or so also turned themselves into mindless monsters to gain greater combat power.

But it was merely a death throe.

Currently, the players were still unclear about what exactly had happened to these martyrs or what kind of anti-human technology the Torch had developed.

However, once these samples were recovered, the Alliance’s Biological Institute should be able to provide an explanatory answer.

The gate to Shelter No.20 was right in front of them.

Fang Chang gestured, signaling the two squads to close in on the massive gear-shaped gate, while he himself walked straight up to the entrance, rifle in hand.

As an Agility-based Strongman, he was confident enough to dodge any lethal attack, no one could outpace him!

Of course.

"If it flips over, pretend I never said anything."

Karen, controlling the drone, drifted to the entrance of the shelter and turned the camera to glance at Fang Chang, repeatedly confirming in a pleading tone through the communication channel.

"You will help me... right? I was forced too, those who refused to cooperate were all dealt with, they are more cruel to their own than to outsiders, we can only do what the pioneers of Sanctuary No.1 say."

"We certainly will help you. That’s what we are here for, after all... we still need your technology to clean up the current mess," Fang Chang urged patiently, "Hurry up and open the doors, I don’t want to be collecting a corpse later."

It seemed that his words had scared her.

Finally realizing she was engaging in a dangerous act, Karen hesitated no longer and rotated the drone’s camera towards the massive, closed, gear-shaped gate.

Fang Chang disengaged the safety on his rifle, staring intently behind the door, ready to fire at any moment. Surprisingly, there were no shelter security personnel lying in ambush behind it.

The entire foyer was empty.

It seemed as if the higher-ups of the Torch had completely given up resistance and left the easily defensible yet hard to assault front gate of the shelter to them.

Carefully inspecting the foyer situation around him, Fang Chang, after confirming there was no ambush, gestured to his teammates behind him and led a squad of infantry deeper into the shelter.

The two buffer doors separating the gases inside and outside the shelter were just in front, and Karen, having hacked into the shelter’s security system, directly opened these two doors for them.

Through the narrow chamber, he could faintly hear the noisy sounds and hasty footsteps from behind the door.

The Torch, having done countless misdeeds, had finally met their destined doom, and those so-called top brasses whimpered like macaques on a crooked tree.

Honestly, Fang Chang was somewhat disappointed in his heart.

He had thought that Ah Guang had left him a huge surprise in this shelter, like a doomsday weapon developed by the Torch Church to counter the Alliance, but unexpectedly they had disposed of the punishment team in no time and then easily breached the main gate.

"Where are you?" Fang Chang looked towards the drone hovering by, "Just in case, we’ll come to you directly."

"Thank you!" said Karen, gratefully, then flew forward, "Honestly... our bodies, the core researchers, are all placed in cultivation chambers deep within the shelter. Sanctuary No.1 is using this to coerce us into working for them."

Bai, carrying the sniper, interjected.

"So, you usually operate through drones?"

Karen explained.

"There’s a bioroid made based on my biological features, but that bioroid is now in the security room... I preset a series of commands and then locked myself inside, those guards can’t do anything to me for now."

The Saint Heir had already left.

She was certain that guy wasn’t here, otherwise she could only dream of entering the security room and gaining control over the shelter’s security system.

Bai, carrying the sniper, nodded blankly, not understanding why the Torch would use such absurd methods to turn living people into bioroids.

Old Six, standing next to him, however, lit up and blurted out.

"Do you still need that bioroid?"

"Still need it?" Karen paused, then shook her head, "No, I just want to retrieve my own body."

Old Six chuckled and rubbed his hands shyly.

"Then... once it’s all over, can you give it to me?"

Karen: "?"

"Don’t even think about it, try to achieve something on your own instead of asking for a handout."

Fang Chang smacked Old Six’s head irritatedly, ignoring his pitiable face, and issued orders succinctly.

"First squad, head towards the security room. We need to ensure control over the shelter’s security system; second squad, follow me, we’re going straight to that... canned goods warehouse."

"Don’t bother with non-combat personnel unless they pick up weapons and point them at you."

"Move!"

During the brief interaction just now, Karen had transmitted the map of the shelter to his Visual Battlefield System.

Hearing Brother Fang Chang’s order, a group of jovial players suddenly turned solemn and responded resoundingly.

"Yes!"

A group of players clad in exoskeletons and power armor moved swiftly, advancing toward their predetermined target under the guidance of the Visual Battlefield Guidance System.

Watching this ferocious group of Alliance soldiers barge into the shelter, almost all researchers showed expressions of despair on their faces.

"Don’t kill me... I was forced."

"The Saint Heir is gone again... oh no, what I mean is our Saint Heir has completely abandoned us."

"I can work for you..."

Most of the researchers clearly didn’t want to sink with the Torch, a sinking ship, and some of the braver ones even stepped forward to meet them. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Fang Chang watched them somewhat speechlessly, although happy that these people were surrendering willingly, he couldn’t help but lament that they had completely thrown away Torch’s dignity.

Karen felt somewhat embarrassed, but still tried to explain in a low voice.

"Some of these researchers were indeed captured by Torch from other shelters... they really had no choice."

"We will separate these people," Fang Chang dropped this sentence and fired a burst into the ceiling, watching those researchers screaming and ducking, he succinctly continued, "As you can see, Torch is finished, your leaders have tucked their tails and run, surrendering and following our arrangements is your only way out."

After a pause, seeing that no one dared to oppose, he continued.

"Now, stay where you are, don’t move. The people coming later will tell you what to do... if you don’t want to be accidentally wounded by stray bullets, it’s probably best not to run around."

Almost everyone nodded their heads.

Those who hadn’t moved, upon catching his gaze, also pecked at their heads chicken-like.

Pleased with their cooperation, Fang Chang, along with his brothers, walked past these researchers and continued deeper into the shelter.

Upon reaching Floor B5, a bank vault-like door blocked everyone’s path.

"This is it..."

Karen’s voice carried a hint of excitement, and she couldn’t wait to fly over and open the alloy door.

However, the scene that met her eyes as she eagerly flew into the warehouse made her freeze on the spot.

"How could this be?"

Hearing that despairing voice come through the communication channel, Fang Chang slightly furrowed his brows, stepping through the door.

"What has happened—"

His words also froze on his lips.

Displayed in the warehouse were not the cultivation chambers holding living people, but cylinder-shaped cultivation tanks.

Delicate brains soaked in dark green liquid, tangled with a multitude of intersecting tubes.

From the very beginning, she never had a physical body, Torch’s high-ranks had lied to her...

Karen’s unmanned drone, controlled by her, despondently landed on the ground.

Fang Chang couldn’t help swallowing his saliva, and Sniper Bai standing beside him was the same, stunned in place.

"What the hell?!"

Had this mission been a success or a failure?

Just as everyone was pondering this, a slow voice drifted from directly in front.

"Are you surprised?"

Fang Chang squinted his eyes toward the direction of the voice, only to see a young man clad in a holy white robe standing there.

Karen’s voice trembled.

"Saint Heir..."

Fang Chang wasted no words, aiming his gun straight at the man posing among the multitude of brains and commanded in a deep voice.

"Catch him alive."

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