This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 793: Think on the Bright Side, At Least There’s Still a Brain Left

"You’d better calm down."

As the power armor stepped forward, the Saint Heir did not panic but just smiled faintly, speaking in a very light voice.

"To be on the safe side, I have installed 1.5 tons of metallic hydrogen dynamite in this warehouse... Any unidentified biological information entering the detection zone will trigger the explosion device."

This madman...

Fang Chang looked at him in astonishment, stopping his forward steps.

"Are you crazy?"

The Saint Heir said in a gentle tone.

"Perhaps in your view, but I know exactly what I am doing."

"Then you should be very clear that what you’re doing is just a meaningless resistance," Fang Chang stared at him firmly, continuing, "Surrender. You have already lost."

As he spoke, Fang Chang sent instructions to the squad heading to the security room to plant Xiao Qi’s cracking program into the shelter’s security system, attempting to locate those bombs.

As if hearing a very funny joke, the Saint Heir smiled faintly and said.

"The Heaven of Haiya Province indeed has reached its end, but it’s still too soon to say that we have already lost."

Not waiting for Fang Chang to speak, he continued.

"In fact, my soul is already one and a half million kilometers away from here. The reason you can see me here is just because I wanted to meet you all one last time."

"Meet us one time?" Fang Chang furrowed his brows, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the figure in front of him, this charlatan.

What concerned him more was another piece of information revealed in his words.

One and a half million kilometers...

The Lagrange Point?

Had the higher-ups of the Torch Church uploaded their consciousness to some satellite or space station at the Lagrange Point?

The Saint Heir did not intend to explain his previous words, just smiled faintly.

"What else did you expect? Did you think a brain soaked in a culture dish could escape from under my watch without my permission?"

"...Actually, just a brain left..."

The intermittent voice came through the communication channel, clearly Karen was quite devastated by the realization that only her brain remained.

Fang Chang had no time to comfort her, focusing instead on the Saint Heir standing behind rows of culture tanks.

"So what about now? Your curiosity must be satisfied now."

"Yes," The Saint Heir nodded, his voice crisp as he continued, "Having seen you, many of my doubts have been resolved. You represent another kind of perfect life form, a possibility I had not imagined before... in fact, we could have cooperated, and this was my biggest misjudgment about the situation in the Wasteland."

"Then you really insult us," Fang Chang laughed loudly, an eye of disdain looking at this arrogant figure, "Even so, we would never collaborate with your kind."

The Saint Heir was not angered, just smiled faintly again.

"What I meant was in a technological sense, you can’t deny such a possibility does exist... of course, discussing this now is after the fact, I guess I shouldn’t expect those remnants of the old days to understand our ideals."

"Your ideals..." Fang Chang sighed deeply, "Honestly, whether it’s you or Charles, you guys talk a good game, theorizing left and right, yet in the end, none of you dare to stand up, take responsibility, or admit any mistakes. What are you afraid of? If you’re so reasonable, just take a stand in the tribunal, maybe you will convince us."

The Saint Heir silently watched him, appearing to be at a loss for words, trying to formulate a rebuttal but coming up empty.

"You can say whatever you want, after all, you are the victors..."

Ultimately, he dropped this comment and abruptly ended the conversation.

But as if to salvage some dignity, the Saint Heir paused for a moment and then continued.

"But don’t celebrate too soon, your victory is only temporary."

"The ’Celestials’ have come back."

"And they had returned a long time ago."

"Nobody can resist the ultimate evolution! Nobody!"

Almost simultaneously as his words fell, another squad member’s voice came through Fang Chang’s communication channel.

"Hacking program has been installed! Biological identification device is now off! Self-destruction device has been removed!"

"Received."

Fang Chang, who had been stalled in front of the stairs for a long time, took another step forward again.

Watching Fang Chang step into the biological identification zone as if nothing was wrong, the Saint Heir flashed a moment of surprise on his face, but it was just a moment.

"So it seems, I guess it’s time for me to exit—"

"You talk too much!"

Fang Chang quickly pulled out an anesthesia gun, aiming at his chest and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

However, what happened next was unexpected for everyone.

As the pale blue tracer hit the Saint Heir’s chest, his body swelled up like an inflated balloon.

His limbs and facial features contorted into a mess, as if injected with some unstable genetic modification serum.

"We will meet again—"

With that, he exploded in a burst of mad laughter, flesh and blood scattering across the room.

All the players were stunned.

Sniper Bai swallowed.

"Damn... he self-destructed?"

The Item Carrier couldn’t help but click his tongue.

"Not even leaving his whole corpse for himself."

This guy was ruthless...

Clearly, as the Saint Heir had mentioned, they had uploaded their consciousness to a server a million and a half kilometers away.

That was the exit strategy they had left for themselves.

As for the body left in the "Mortal World", it was simply disposable to them.

Fang Chang had no idea where that guy got his confidence, asserting "your victory is only temporary" even in his dying breath.

Yet another clue had caught his attention.

"...Celestials."

What was that supposed to be?

"My body..." Sobbing sounds intermittently came through the communication channel, interrupting his thoughts.

Clearly, not everyone considered the physical body to be a trivial burden.

Looking at the devastated Karen, Fang Chang consoled her.

"Look on the bright side, at least the brain is still intact."

Considering the biological technology of this group, reshaping a body and fitting the brain back shouldn’t be a difficult task, right?

He wasn’t very familiar with this professional aspect, but theoretically, it should be feasible.

"You don’t understand... I dream of leaving this shelter. Those people... they promised to take good care of my body..."

Karen’s voice gradually became incoherent.

Fang Chang glanced at the drone lying on the ground, then looked at the bubbling brain culture tanks, and after a moment, he spoke.

"Okay, I really don’t understand... by the way, do you know someone named Heya?"

"...Who?"

Karen’s voice carried a trace of bewilderment, as if she was hearing the name for the first time.

Just as he had expected.

Fang Chang guessed the whole story and sighed lightly.

"Never mind."

If he wasn’t mistaken, the Blue Jackets of Shelter No. 117 had probably transferred their consciousness to a server 1.5 million kilometers away much earlier...

...

At the same time Fang Chang’s team successfully suppressed Shelter No. 20, a sleek research ship was quietly stationed not far from the entrance of the shelter, in a deserted urban area of Wasteland.

Near the research ship, about a dozen prospectors wearing exoskeletons stood silently, engaging in brief communications over their channel.

"I didn’t expect the Alliance to beat us to it." A prospector’s face showed a solemn expression, seemingly bewildered by this unexpected turn of events.

The Weilante People were not the only ones interested in the Complete Life-Born Project; this singularity-level research project had also captured their fascination.

The Academy had obtained the coordinates of Shelter No. 20 a long time ago, and they had come here specifically to retrieve the technological data stored in the shelter.

But obviously, they were too late.

"What should we do next?" A relatively young prospector asked the highest-ranking prospector in the team.

"What can we do... are we supposed to steal it from them?"

"Actually, there’s no need. I just thought of something. Throwing this problem into the Alliance’s hands might not be such a bad thing after all."

"Oh?"

"The Weilante People must have noticed what’s happening here. A thousand team is heading towards this area... haha, hopefully, they don’t end up fighting over the spoils."

"I don’t think that should happen."

"Whether it should or shouldn’t, we should pull out."

Staying any longer served no purpose, and the dozen prospectors gradually returned to the research ship.

Pale blue plasma jets streamed from the engine, and the sleek research ship silently merged with the night, just as quietly as it had arrived.

As the Academy’s research ship withdrew from the battlefield, the battle raging in the abandoned city zone of Wasteland finally reached its peak.

Sensing the departure of the Saint Heir, the Holy Light Knights, who had maintained a steady and strategic offense, suddenly launched an almost suicidal assault, led by Killer Dagger.

A knight in power armor roared as he charged out of cover.

Like a crazed beast, he completely ignored the barrage of gunfire aimed at his face, strode boldly forward and used his solid shoulder armor to smash through an entire concrete wall, startling the players behind it.

"Long live the Saint Heir!!"

The knight roared, his rifle firing loudly, the trailing sparks zipping through the air like lightning towards the exoskeleton-clad players.

But the players were clearly not to be underestimated, especially as they were all high-level members of the Burning Corps.

Caught off-guard, the crowd quickly distanced themselves from this frenzied elite monster.

A player, crouching on the ground, proficiently pulled out an RPG Rocket Launcher and fired an armor-piercing bullet, slamming it hard into the right shoulder of the power armor!

The explosion’s sparks and thick smoke shook the power armor backward, but it didn’t kill it, just knocked it down to the ground.

Seeing the Alliance’s defense line broken, soldiers clad in exoskeletons also burst out of their shelters, shouting indecipherable slogans as they charged toward the players’ line of defense.

Though it was too dark to see the exact number, just from the sound of gunfire alone there was clearly at least a platoon!

The player crouching beside them did not hesitate, pulling out a bombardment marker and throwing it.

"Take cover!" he yelled loudly, going prone first.

As the power-armored knight struggled to stand up, a 155mm bunker-busting round suddenly smashed through the dome and mercilessly slammed right by his feet.

"Boom!!!"

Not only the teetering power armor but also the three to four dozen exoskeleton-clad light infantry who had rushed up behind him, were all swallowed up by the explosive fire!

The scorching shockwave swept through the entire battlefield, with hot dust blowing out for hundreds of meters.

Players who had been lying prone and concealed gradually stood up from the ground.

Looking at the battlefield now rising with wispy white smoke, many wore expressions of lingering fear.

"Holy shit..."

"Are these bastards insane?"

"Even if they’re giving away their heads, this isn’t how you do it!"

Initially, everyone thought this was an accident, but they soon realized it was not coincidental.

It wasn’t just one Apostle or one knight going mad, but everyone on the battlefield!

They seemed to have resigned themselves, realizing they had no chance of winning this war and thus launched a desperate attack, seeking to find release in death.

Killer Dagger could sense that those in front of him were no longer fighting for any twisted faith or ideology but were merely seeking release. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Though half of his troops had been lost, facing an opponent whose morale had collapsed, there was still a chance to turn the tables!

After shooting down a Holy Light Knight coming straight at him, Killer Dagger quickly changed the magazine in his rifle, and shouted into the communications channel.

"Hold the line!"

"Our enemies are at the end of their rope! They won’t last much longer!"

As he finished speaking, another loud roar echoed from afar.

Hearing that sound, a slight chill ran through Killer Dagger.

Mutants!

It was the roar of mutants!

The engagement had shifted so quickly to these guys in their power armors and exoskeletons that he had almost forgotten this was actually mutant territory.

That angry roar seemed to be proclaiming the Flame Hole clan’s sovereignty over these ruins.

Seemingly recognizing that their allied reinforcements were about to be overwhelmed, a group of green-skinned beings carrying large-caliber rifles began to encircle their position again.

The situation deteriorated rapidly!

Killer Dagger had even mentally prepared himself to be offline for three days due to the website’s official closure.

But just then, as if a heavenly voice, a message came through the communication channel.

"...this is Old White. Shelter No.20 is under control."

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, brothers of the first battalion!"

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(I feel like coughing non-stop, and my whole body is dizzy and uncomfortable. T.T)