This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 566.1: Bloody Battle In The Jungle

The Mutant Humans surged toward the Jungle Corps like an endless wave, and the bestial howls and the clash of metal shook the whole forest.

"Charge! Smash them into paste with your clubs and hammers!"

"Oge!"

Bellowing at the top of his lungs, Oge drove his men forward.

But before long, a Mutant Human sentry staggered out of the trees, panic on his face as he reported, "Captain Gulu is dead! Over half his men are casualties..."

He had not finished before a furious roar cut him off. "Useless trash!"

Oge clenched his fists. His eyes bulged, bloodshot lines spread across the whites, and his scarlet gums seemed to squeeze out blood with his rage.

There were barely 20 odd members on the other side!

No matter where you put that many humans, drowning them would take minutes, hardly enough to fill the gaps in his brothers’ teeth!

And yet...

His 500 strong army had been held and chewed by those twenty, and they had even lost a captain!

To him, it was an intolerable disgrace!

"That pack of slop-eaters! They are worse than pigs!"

As Oge raged, a bloodthirsty long howl cut through the woods, and the forest ahead erupted like it had been struck by a shell, rolling up clouds of dust.

The two or three dozen Mutant Humans who had just been fed into the gap seemed to be hit square by that howl; all their steps faltered at once.

Instinctively raising an arm to shield himself from the dust, Oge looked toward the source of the noise and happened to see two Mutant Humans cleaved in half at the waist!

The two machine guns cradled in their arms had not even fired before whistling claws shredded them to pieces!

Oge’s green pupils narrowed to pinpoints as his gaze locked with a pair of amber eyes.

It was a towering, magnificent Deathclaw, its body wrapped in a mechanical exoskeleton. Hot breath warped the bloodthirst and excitement in its pupils.

Like a ravenous raptor, it had finally found its entry point, and it trembled to the soul with excitement for the coming kill.

Most unbelievable of all, the creature spoke human words!

For a heartbeat, Oge was stunned.

Neural interference... was that not their ally the Torch Church’s technology?!

"Come to daddy!"

Facing the Mutant Humans rushing up, Garbage had no intention of dodging. With an exultant war cry, he swung his claws and charged.

The two greatest threats, the machine gunners, were already handled.

Next came the mutant with the shotgun. He tried to aim, but Garbage’s tail swatted him away, and a following claw-thrust punched straight through his heart.

"Ou!"

The mutant cried out in pain and clamped both hands on Garbage’s claw, tendons and muscles knotting like cords.

With the near-monstrous healing of mutants, a strong one could sometimes recover even from a heart blown out by a bullet.

But if the whole thing was torn free... That was different.

"Go to hell!"

The claw buried in the chest squeezed, and with a wet pop, a spray of blood mist and meat burst from the Mutant Human’s thorax.

Staring at the Deathclaw before him, the mutant’s green pupils dulled, and his thick arms lost strength.

"Three!"

With a cruel grin, Garbage yanked out his right claw, dropped the corpse, and lunged for his next target.

Panic flickered in the eyes of the Mutant Human he fixed on. He fired his assault rifle in a fluster, but the lightning-fast blur ducked under the line and flicked a claw upward, shearing off the entire lower jaw of the creature.

The mutant beside him raised his weapon to help, but there were allies everywhere. He could not get a clean aim.

In the span of a few breaths, two more mutants missing limbs collapsed in grotesque heaps.

Sticky gore dyed Garbage entirely red. Even his white, misting breath seemed to carry a rusty reek.

He panted heavily, but there was no fatigue, only a rising ferocity and fighting will burning in his eyes.

"Six!"

The Mutant Humans around him were cowed by the savage beast. One green face after another twisted with fury and fear.

In those savage, bloodthirsty, fearless eyes, a glimmer of timidity and dread finally appeared...

Those half-man, half-monster things were more brutal than they were!

The strength and courage they prided themselves on were flimsy before these foes! Even numbers could not drown them.

Even Oge’s face flickered with a momentary, almost unnoticeable panic.

"You idiots, you outnumber them by tens to one! If each of you spat once, you could drown that lizard!"

"Get in there! All of you at once!"

"Roar!"

Spurred by their leader’s furious goad, the hesitant Mutant Humans rekindled their bloodlust.

They were born hunters, born warriors!

They held battle and honor dearer than life!

They would not be cowed by a few troublesome prey!

Roars drove away instinctive fear. Heavy infantry in armor pushed up, using thick steel plates and iron wrapped cudgels to block the whistling steel claws.

Then several light infantry rushed in with shotguns, firing continuously at the Deathclaw. Though they struggled to aim, the storm of buckshot constrained his paths.

"Tsk..."

So the green-skins had some tricks.

After cutting down 12 enemies, Garbage finally felt the strain. From the corner of his eye he glanced toward Midnight Pubg.

The close-quarters slaughter still raged.

Midnight Pubg swung his axes in maddened arcs. The nearby green corpses were too mangled to count, but the slick mass of blood told how savage the fight was.

The Jungle Corps was already over half casualties!

Though the mutants had thrown down nearly 100 more corpses, over 300 still remained. The numbers gap was still yawning, and the tide was turning against the Jungle Corps.

"19!"

He crushed another green skull. Garbage pulled back his numbing claws and, amber eyes hunting for the next prey, felt a gust hammer in from the side.

He ducked on instinct. In the corner of his eye he saw half a suit of Iron Wall exoskeleton smash into the trunk behind him, legs hooked over a branch and dangling, intestines and meat splattering to the ground like a ruptured blood bag.

The other half was clenched in a giant’s hand.

The giant stood nearly four meters tall. He had a bald skull, and hands like car doors. Black steel seemed embedded in his flesh, laced with several tubes, a black tower standing in the forest.

Even standing fully upright, Garbage came up short by more than a head. The giant’s pupils were unfocused, drool hung at the corner of his mouth, and uneven teeth even jutted outside his lips, but no one would doubt the power swelling under those bulging muscles.

"Pi... do..."

The drawn-out bellow seemed to be his name.

In the Qi tribe, only the bravest warriors deserved a name bestowed by the chief, and a name was not merely a form of address and honor, it was everything they had!

They called out their own names in duels and tortured foes to death in the cruelest ways, bathing in their blood to worship the chief’s reputation, and made the dead murmur their names, carrying victory’s honor back to the Ancestral Land.

That was what they had learned!

The giant Mutant Human bit the head off the corpse in his hand, letting the blood drizzle over his head and chest, and chewed with a wet crunch, like breaking the shell of some arthropod.

Perhaps afraid of friendly fire from the big brute, the two-meter-tall mutants nearby huffed and gave way, opening a ring of space.

The slaughter in the woods had begun to ebb, more reinforcements pressing up from the rear. Though the corpses formed low hills among the trees, the outcome was no longer in doubt.

They would kill the lizard in the cruelest way, and use his blood to display their valor and savagery.

They roared coarsely, cheering their champion on.

At their jabbering shouts, the dim-witted giant slowly turned his head and fixed on the scarred lizard.

Those pupils were like hollow vortices. Meeting that gaze made the soul quiver and drift.

Watching the brute feast, Garbage’s scalp crawled, but there was not a trace of fear in his amber eyes, only a blaze of fury.

The 20th... Will be you!

With a violent kick, he flashed toward the giant and slashed both claws at the knees and ankles.

The bigger they were, the harder it was to control their balance!

If he could take both legs, the scales would tip his way!

Cold gleam flashed, but there was no feedback of blade biting flesh.

From wrist to forearm, numbness zinged through him, as if his steel claws had struck not a leg but a block of metal.

As he slid past the brute’s flank, he caught sight of the giant’s back, and his face flashed with shock.

"Fuck?!"

What the hell was that?!

A steel spine bulged under the skin of the back. Three glass cylinders were plugged into the middle of the spine, pale yellow-green fluid sloshing inside.

The ankle and knee his claws had just slashed were visibly closing up before his eyes, and beneath the green skin there was no flesh, but rather, some alloy!