This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 800: The Fall of the Human Emperor

[...After a long and enduring battle, as the Alliance forces advanced into the Haiye Province, meeting smoothly with the 370,000th Legion entering from the North, the Haiye Province, long submerged under the Torch’s control, finally welcomed the dawn of peace.]

[Out of fear of the war court trial, the high-ranking members of the Torch Church chose to flee to outer space after their stubborn resistance proved futile.]

[Currently, the battle in the Haiye Province area has entered its final stage, the Sticky Community Allied forces have controlled over 87% of the battle zones, with more than 90% of the "Heavenly domain" having been dismantled, and Nago’s corruption is being cleared from this sacred land.]

[In the face of the unstoppable Allied forces, the Torch Church’s resistance is growing increasingly passive, the remaining Torch Apostles and their Mutant supporters have withdrawn from the front lines around Kuwata City to the Luosong Mountain area, attempting to rely on the rugged terrain for their final struggle. However, they will soon realize that their dying struggle is futile, and their only path is to surrender and repent for the lost souls.]

[As of last night, the Alliance’s Jungle Corps and Storm Corps are advancing in two directions towards the Luosong Mountain area, the Alliance’s armor units have sealed off all possible retreats for the remaining Torch Church members. The Storm Corps leader, in an interview with our station reporter, stated they would not disappoint the expectations of the Alliance People, delivering a powerful counterattack to the chaos creators, sweeping across the battlefield like a storm, bringing victory and glory back to the City of Dawn!]

[Survivor Daily·Dawn City Edition reporting!]

Singular Point City, Pinecone Wooden Farm.

Rows of leafless fruit trees hang with scattered snow, and in the distance is an endless stretch of fields.

Sitting on the balcony, Frost flipped through the newspaper in his hand, a bright sunny smile on his face.

"Oh, Solar Eclipse, this damn war is finally coming to an end, good days are finally coming back."

"Perhaps."

Contrasting with Frost’s smiling face, Solar Eclipse seemed to be slightly regretful for not being able to be on the front lines.

Noticing its expression, Frost asked curiously.

"Is it my imagination? You don’t seem very enthusiastic."

Solar Eclipse’s pupils flickered slightly, replying in a casual tone.

"It’s not your imagination; my enthusiasm is indeed average... After all, the whole war ended, yet I didn’t get to be of any use, feeling guilty towards the taxpayers of Ideal City."

Frost looked at it in surprise.

"How can you say that about yourself? We supplied so many provisions to the front lines! Even the honorable Manager said that our contribution was indispensable for achieving such an effortless victory in this war."

Listening to the chatter, Solar Eclipse sighed lightly, speaking expressionlessly.

"Even so, I was designed as a bionic for war purposes. No matter how outstanding achievements I make in other fields, if I can’t be of use on the front battlefield, I’m afraid it’s hard to be truly happy."

"Alright... That’s how you really think then." Frost showed a deeply affected expression from the companion’s reply.

Standing next to them, Yinyin, who hadn’t spoken from the start, was gazing intently southward.

Since the war began, she spent some time every day staring blankly at the southern sky.

Suddenly, seemingly spotting something, she spoke without any warning.

"...I gradually feel their presence disappearing."

Her consciousness was anchored to a bionic chip left by Luo Gan, and it was precisely why she could survive in a digital form after death.

Due to the similar algorithms of the chips bearing her thoughts and those used by the Torch Church’s Pioneers, she could always vaguely sense the existence of other bionic chips affiliated with the Torch Church.

And as the front moved forward, her perception of those chips grew weaker.

Clearly, just as stated in the Survivor’s Daily, the Torch was gradually losing control over the ground—

The apostles bearing chips were already dwindling!

Watching the drifting thoughts of Yinyin, Frost smiled and said.

"Isn’t that great? Those lunatics are finally rolling off this planet."

Yinyin sighed softly and spoke quietly.

"It would be nice if that’s really the case... But I always feel like they won’t give up so easily."

To this day, she still remembers the tragedy that occurred in this farm.

Under Nago’s corruption, the once amiable fellows turned into terrifying ghosts... even she herself had once been uncontrollably immersed in that.

The hell of the Brocade River Province has now ended, and she sincerely hopes those evil things never return.

However, they clearly wouldn’t let it go easily.

Whether it was them who once created hell or those manipulating them behind the scenes.

Seeing the worried expression of the little girl, Frost got up from the chair with a cheerful sound, gently placing a hand on her head, and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Don’t worry."

Looking at the dazed Yinyin, he continued softly.

"...When the time comes, we’ll just drive them away once again."

...

At the same time as the Burning Corps and the 370,000th Legion met at the old site of Haibei City, the Jungle Corps advancing from another direction towards the coast’s hinterland finally reached the Luosong Mountain area, successfully meeting the Storm Corps advancing into Haiye Province from the north line.

Seeing the big guy walking over with a steel plate welded to his chest, Spring Water happily laughed and walked up to greet him.

"You guys are falling behind, Brother Chicken; we are almost done here, and you guys have just landed."

Midnight Chicken Killing chuckled kindly and replied.

"Isn’t there a possibility that because we landed, you were able to push forward so fast?"

The Spring Water Commander laughed and waved off.

"Huh, no way, can these green-skinned brutes withstand my 37mm cannon? It’s you guys who if you land a few days later might not even get a spoon of the broth."

Midnight Chicken Killing rolled his eyes.

"Keep bragging!"

"Hahaha!"

The two laughed and exchanged a few comments, showing no signs of tension despite being right on the front lines of the battlefield, even though the Torch’s Tribunal squad and the scouts of the Mutants were actively operating in the nearby mountain area.

Reconnaissance companies under the Storm Corps have penetrated deep into the areas controlled by the Torch remnants, marking strategic facilities and suspected strategic facilities.

At the same time when the two armies met, the Storm Corps’ artillery positions were ready.

Waiting for a command, they could instantly turn the Torch remnants’ positions into a sea of fire!

On the other side, the Torch remnants retreating to the Luosong Mountain area were in low spirits, lacking the arrogance they had during operations in the Brocade River and River Valley Provinces.

Those who escaped here, whether Apostles, Tribunal members, or Mutants, had suffered at least three defeats, being disoriented by the allied forces on the front lines.

Not only that.

Along their southern retreat, the Alliance’s aircraft frequently flew overhead, sometimes dropping bombs just to scare them.

They endured many bombings and machine guns along the way, and many were frightened by the engine noise of the aircraft, hastily seeking cover at the slightest disturbance from the sky.

Although Luosong Mountain was steep, it couldn’t be more daunting than the Ten Peaks Mountain area.

Standing on the jagged rocky hill, the Human Emperor watched the Alliance’s distant position with an emotionless face, feeling a growing sense of desolation.

Even if he was unwilling, he had to admit that the Heaven in the Haiye Province had reached its last moment.

Unexpectedly, when he realized this final moment was approaching, he was calmer than he’d imagined he would be.

As if he’d already accepted the final outcome.

At this moment, heavy footsteps approached from the direction up the mountain. An Apostle wearing power armor stopped behind him, lowered his voice, and said.

"Respected Pioneer, we have lost contact with our base in Haibei City... I previously tried to contact the command post, but the signal from the Saint seems to have vanished."

His name was Baskin, an Apostle serving in the "Iron Edge" knight group, and also the group leader.

The Apostles retreating to the Luosong Mountain area only numbered 677, including 417 Tribunal members and a small number of non-combat researchers.

As the knight group currently most complete in organization, the "Iron Edge" knight group only had 120 members, already struggling to sustain a battle’s consumption.

Although there were still over 4000 mutant Cannon Fodder at the front lines, relying solely on them to turn the tide was impossible.

They needed more reinforcements!

Whether personnel or equipment, even just a bit of weaponry and ammunition!

He wanted to learn from the Human Emperor about the Saint’s whereabouts, believing that the omnipotent Saint certainly still had other cards up his sleeve!

However, disappointing and even despairing him, after hearing the news of the Saint’s disappearance, the Human Emperor before him merely nodded slightly.

"I understand."

As his voice fell, the surrounding air returned to silence.

Gazing at the indifferent Human Emperor, Baskin was taken aback, a rare hint of anxiety appearing in his eyes.

"Master..."

The Human Emperor turned around, looking at him with a calm gaze.

"Is there anything else?"

Regarding the Saint’s departure, he felt no surprise, only surprised that the guy had left before him.

It seemed the Alliance had gathered intel from other places, finding Shelter No.20 before dealing with him.

But it no longer mattered.

The present moment was the ultimate hour.

From the calm gaze, Baskin sensed a terrifying uncertainty about the future, his Adam’s apple moved, and finally spoke a trembling sentence.

"What should we... do now?"

What to do...

Hearing the despair-induced trembling voice, even the Human Emperor’s expressionless face couldn’t help but reveal a hint of bitterness.

He wondered too, what could be done.

But by now, it seemed anything done would be futile.

For a moment, he suddenly felt guilty towards those who followed him.

He had promised to lead them to Heaven, but ultimately could only watch as they were dragged back to the ground by gravity.

The collapse of Heaven was inevitable, they didn’t need to drown with him.

After a pause, the Human Emperor suddenly spoke.

"Escape from here."

Baskin paused, looking at the Human Emperor incredulously, seemingly unable to believe such words came from him.

Yet, the respected Pioneer continued with his rebellious words.

"Find a place on the Wasteland where no one knows you, where the Alliance can’t find you, bury your ideals, names, and past in the earth, then live a life hidden——"

"No!"

Baskin suddenly roared in anger, interrupting the Human Emperor mid-sentence.

At this moment, he was like a wounded beast, his bloodshot eyes filled with terrifying veins.

Glaring fiercely at the expressionless Human Emperor, he clenched his fists and spoke word by word.

"What I seek from you is a way to continue fighting, not how to live in shame. If that is the humiliating end, I would rather die in the last moment of Heaven’s downfall!"

After hearing the apostle’s words till the end, the Human Emperor remained silent for a long time, then gently sighed.

"Is that so... Then I respect your choice, I admit that you are a true warrior, you fought for your ideals till the last moment."

Baskin’s lips twitched as he looked at the seemingly defeated Pioneer, and spoke in a slightly pleading voice.

"Is there really no chance?"

The Human Emperor shook his head.

"...Probably not."

As he finished saying this, he slowly lifted his head, directing his gaze forward to the sky, and whispered softly.

It’s here...

As soon as those words fell, a majestic figure appeared in the distant sky as if on cue.

Only to see the indestructible bow of the ship slicing through the clouds, revealing the massive 400mm gun barrel and the steel-clad outline of the armor.

Iron Heart!

The long, drawn-out whistle sounded like the call to attack.

Staring at the slowly approaching airship on the battlefield, a slight change softened the expressionless face of the Human Emperor, and the tense strings of his heart relaxed with a trace of relief.

The moment has finally arrived.

Everything is over...

At this moment, his heart was neither frantic nor desperate, just filled with a sense of relieved release...

At the same time, Baskin, standing not far behind him, had bloodshot eyes that revealed a trace of terror.

Especially when he saw the firelight from the 400mm main gun’s explosion, he felt as if his eyes were scorched by the dazzling firelight, with his entire body’s blood vessels boiling, as if filled with scorching magma.

"Prepare for battle!!"

With all his strength, he let out a roar, then propelled his body towards the nearest cover with all his might.

He will never admit the failure of the Torch!

Never!

Almost at the instant he leapt into the anti-cannon hole, the falling shell struck the mountaintop, and the scorching shockwave, laden with thick smoke, instantly swept across the entire battlefield!

"Boom!!!"

The boiling flames, like erupting lava, turned everything in their path to charred earth!

The soil and rubble that poured in from the entrance nearly buried Baskin alive in the anti-cannon hole.

And he was considered lucky.

The apostles near the shell’s impact point, especially those who didn’t have time to reach the anti-cannon hole, were obliterated without a trace by the all-consuming fire!

Baskin struggled to push off the rubble and dirt pressing on him and managed to crawl out of the anti-cannon hole, looking around in terror.

It was at this moment that a scene he would never forget in his life imprinted itself into his eyes filled with despair.

"Woo——!!!"

A dense rain of fire covered the sky, the whistling rockets even forming a continuous sheet in the air.

The beeper’s howling dominated the entire battlefield, even overshadowing the booming explosions.

Whether it was mechanical exoskeletons or power armor, under that apocalyptic firepower, they were like paper figures.

He had just poked his head out of the anti-explosion hole when the impact of the blast hit him, making him dizzy and stumble back into the anti-cannon hole.

Clearly, the Alliance, like them, regarded this battle as the final decisive battle, with no intention of conserving ammunition, nor any intention of holding back.

Amidst the whistling of rockets, the W-2 Low Attack Aircraft, like locusts, swooped in, their machine guns firing continuously, showering the battlefield that was just plowed by artillery with wave after wave of bullets.

The judges of the Tribunal were thoroughly bombarded into a daze.

Including the apostles of the "Iron Front" knight order, under that fierce firepower, they could only curl up on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.

Even the mutants, who did not know what death was, let out cries of fear under the baptism of artillery fire.

"Roar——!"

An injured mutant struggled out of the trench, waving its shotgun at the sky, firing continuously upwards.

It attempted to shoot down the planes flying all over, but could not even touch the shadow of the latter.

The impotent roar not only achieved nothing, but instead made it look like a clown.

At that moment, the distant artillery fire finally ceased, replaced by gunshots surrounding Luosong Mountain from all directions.

The big fellows in K-10 "Iron Arm" exoskeletons initiated the attack first.

Each held a bomb gun in one hand and a chainsaw in the other, rushing from the foot of the mountain to its top like a reverse flood.

Finally, they saw the enemy there, the bombed-out mutants howled as they charged, trying to leave a deep impression on the enemy in front of them with their rifles and clubs.

However, they hadn’t even touched the side of those hulking figures before they were blown to pieces by the roaring bomb gun, unwillingly collapsing onto the pitch-black mud.

Nevertheless, these mutants ultimately had the upper hand in numbers, and with the cover from modified bodies and bullet-proof armor, a few lucky ones still broke through the dense web of firepower.

A mutant finally rushed up to the fully armed hulking figures.

Yet before it could even howl and swing its Battle Axe, its chest was pierced by a chainsaw coming head-on, slicing it in two.

"Madness!! Utter madness!! Hahaha!!!"

Midnight Chicken Killing yelled excitedly, drenched head-to-toe in the torrential downpour of blood.

Watching that almost hellish figure, the surrounding mutants were scared senseless, momentarily forgetting who the real devourer was, and who was to be devoured.

Whether out of fear of the mutants, almost everyone—be it the Tribunal’s adjudicators or the Apostles of the Knights—showed an expression of terror in their eyes, afraid of that harbinger of doom getting close to them.

Watching that person stride forward, Baskin swallowed, feeling his guts weaken.

Even wearing power armor, the heavy steel didn’t bring him a shred of security.

Midnight Chicken Killing stopped in its tracks, gazing down at the person half-buried in an anti-cannon hole, grinning cruelly.

"You, might as well surrender."

Though this guy wore power armor, Midnight Chicken Killing felt not an ounce of threat from him.

Too weak.

This guy wasn’t even an Awakener, maybe he hadn’t even undergone gene modification.

Hearing the word surrender, Baskin suddenly felt a flush of hot blood rush to his head, humiliation welling up in his heart.

Surrender...

Never!

"Die!"

He struggled to crawl out of the anti-bomb hole, pulling out the large-caliber assault rifle hanging on his power armor, glaring ferociously at the guy wielding the chainsaw, and angrily pulled the trigger.

Bullets flew toward the person in front of him like raindrops, seemingly about to hit the towering figure.

But just as he was about to succeed, he felt a perplexing blur in front of his eyes.

So fast!!!

That speed was beyond his comprehension of human physiology, so fast he couldn’t even see the fleeting afterimage.

The whizzing chainsaw slammed into his shoulder armor almost instantaneously, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Ah——!"

Just as a short, sharp scream escaped his mouth, Baskin felt half his body lifted into the air, then slammed heavily onto the ground.

With his last shred of consciousness, he saw his other half-motionless body still standing, from the shoulder upwards there remained only a gushing pillar of blood. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The guy wielding the chainsaw walked past him with long strides, not even sparing a glance at him as he fell.

"Too weak."

A voice laced with slight derision pushed his remaining consciousness into a bottomless abyss, completely toppling the Torch Church’s final will to resist.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the Jungle Corps charging up the mountain pierced through the Torch Church’s position without suspense, like an iron being thrust into a pile of snow.

The position on Luosong Mountain was collapsing at a visible pace, blood forming small rivers in the trenches.

This could no longer be called a battle; it was simply a one-sided massacre!

Be they Apostles of the Torch or mutants.

Since they chose to resist to the end, the Alliance would mercilessly bring them all an equal death...

On the bridge of the Iron Heart, Chu Guang stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire battlefield, his heart unmoved.

Standing beside him, Vanus put down the binoculars in his hand and slowly spoke.

"This mountain region should be the Torch’s last stand... Looks like you’ll be able to declare victory before the sun sets today."

"Hmm."

Chu Guang nodded, yet his thoughts had drifted beyond the battlefield.

To him, such a foregone conclusion wasn’t worth mentioning.

In fact, the Allied forces had already secured the final victory days ago.

This was just the endgame.

Suddenly thinking of something, Chu Guang spoke.

"After this war ends, I’m planning to visit the islands to the south."

Vanus was slightly taken aback, not understanding why the esteemed Manager suddenly mentioned the southern islands.

However, there must be some intention behind this that was beyond his understanding.

Without further thought, Vanus nodded slightly, respectfully saying from the flow of good intentions.

"I’ll go with you."