This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 594: You Can Go to Heaven Yourself

Chapter 594: Chapter 594: You Can Go to Heaven Yourself

"...Saint Heir above."

A few kilometers from the Battlefield, beside an abandoned water tank, a man dressed in Hunter’s garb stood next to a rusting railing, holding binoculars and staring dumbfounded at the chaotic Battlefield in the distance, repeatedly muttering this phrase under his breath.

He was a Hunter from Town Of Hope, named Liu Youxiong.

Earlier, when the fog had set in, the pastor had spoken some mystical words, and Mayor Ma had sent him to check out the situation at Pine Farm.

Liu Youxiong didn’t dare to delay.

It wasn’t just because it was a command from Mayor Ma; it was more because Pastor Wei said that Saint Heir was furious and had unleashed divine punishment upon the traitors and heretics who had turned their backs on Torch.

His heart skipped a beat, both terrified that the divine punishment might affect his own family and anxious to know what that divine punishment actually was.

So he mounted his horse and sped away, but just halfway there, the apocalyptic flames and thunderous noise startled his mount and nearly threw him to the ground.

He quickly scrambled up from the ground and found a high spot, climbing up the solitary tower water tank next to some abandoned buildings.

Then he witnessed the following scene—

His pupils reflected the boiling flames and one charred corpse after another, and Liu Youxiong unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

This was...

The divine punishment of the Saint Heir?

But—

Was the location mistaken?

The ones burning in Hell were clearly those ugly beasts, those bloodthirsty Mutants living in the city areas.

He clearly remembered those man-eaters were the evil hounds under Saint Heir’s command.

But why—

The hot wind that slowly blew by cleared the gray-green haze and also his confusion.

His gaze moved past the column of smoke reaching into the sky, and he saw the Iron Airship far on the horizon, twinkling with pinpoint lights.

Another round of artillery fire washed over the ravaged wilderness, like a rapid succession following a heavy hammer blow, and a series of sparkling lights swallowed the Mutant Corps.

At this point, no matter how much he believed in the power of Saint Heir, he could see it wasn’t the divine punishment of Saint Heir—

But the wrath of the Alliance Managers!

...

"Roar—!"

His provocation was rudely thrown back, turning into a tangled surge of rage on Kulu’s face.

He raised the Axe in his hand, and his mouth let out a boiling beastly roar.

In the pitch-black mud beneath them, the muscles bulging on the Mutant Warriors, they picked up their weapons and hatred, roaring as they charged at the human Army clad in heavy armor.

If they had been regular light infantry, the previous round of artillery fire would have completely wiped them out or, at the very least, rendered them combat powerless.

After all, this was a vast wilderness without any fortifications.

And in the previous bombing, the number of shells dropped by the Alliance had even surpassed the number of the Mutant troops.

However, the blood flowing in those beasts was the crystallization of the most advanced biological technology from the Prosperity Epoch.

Even if their limbs were blown off, their faces charred beyond recognition, even if their hearts ruptured, arteries severed, skulls embedded with shrapnel... as long as they didn’t die on the spot, they could rise from the dark mud and even pick up their broken bones to fight.

Those twisted faces and bloodthirsty eyes were like evil spirits crawling out from the abyss.

Not to mention fighting them.

Anyone who could muster the courage in front of these beasts can be considered exceptional.

Unfortunately—

Those standing in front of them were not normal people.

But players.

Faced with the boiling roars and the suffocating killing intent, they only felt that this Dog plan was too Niubi!

"Fuck... This is too thrilling!"

A player wearing K10 "Iron Wall" Heavy exoskeleton, holding an XB-1 "Roarer" Bomb Gun, swallowed his saliva.

Staring straight at the cries that made Earth tremble, his eyes were not filled with fear but rather brimming with excitement and high fighting spirit.

He had missed the last mass brawl with the Mutants.

But this time, he had caught it!

He heard from the team leader, if they were lucky, they might even get featured in the promotional PV!

Allowing the surging fighting spirit to burn in his chest, Midnight Chicken Killing extended the 19mm bomb barrel welded to his arm.

"Brothers!"

Without any superfluous soliloquy—

For the unevolved beasts.

For the vermin that sucked blood from the back of civilization.

They had only ever had one thing to do.

As he pulled the trigger, he roared with all his strength.

"Kill—!"

Responses to that roar, shouts of boiling heat erupted one after another.

"Kill!"

"For the Alliance!"

"Aooo!"

The deafening roar seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky, making the roaring shouts of beasts pale in comparison.

Among those who had survived the gunfire, there were more than five hundred Mutant Warriors, but they were dispersed along a front several kilometers wide.

The Jungle Corps, deployed via helicopters on the Battlefield, only numbered one hundred twenty, but their combat will and organization were at their peak.

The moment that group of beasts came into range, Midnight Chicken Killing was the first to squeeze the trigger, and more than a hundred players wearing heavy exoskeletons also opened fire.

Orange tracer bullets danced wildly across the Battlefield, while the bursting flames flickered incessantly on the muddied wilderness.

Facing the sweep of the Bomb Guns, Mutants fired while advancing forward, falling one after the other, but the front quickly spread from directly in front of the Jungle Corps to both flanks.

These green-skinned beasts were not truly brainless; they simply disdained to use their brains when brute force could prevail.

Seeing the fire power of the Alliance and their thick Armor, Kulu immediately bellowed out an order, urging his lackeys to charge at all costs and engage the human Soldiers in close combat.

According to his experience, once his brutes got within ten steps, these bipedal creatures would lose their will to fight.

And this battle was about to turn into a one-sided slaughter!

The grey-green haze provided cover for the Mutants’ charge, and though they sustained continuous casualties, their momentum did not slow.

Moreover, the Mutant Corps the Jungle Corps faced this time was totally different from the last bunch they had encountered.

Though also green-skinned beasts, most of these creatures had undergone synthetic modifications, and their weapons were more sophisticated.

Some carried heavy machine guns, others shouldered mortars, and there were also those who carried baskets full of grenades.

Thanks to their powerful muscles, they could unleash strength comparable to exoskeletons, hurling grenade-sized projectiles over a hundred meters.

The Mutant Soldiers converging from all parts of the Battlefield resembled a large bowl, pressing down upon the Alliance’s narrow position.

Looking at the close battle lines and those suits of iron Armor, Kulu sneered coldly in his heart, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty ferocity.

He swore.

He would kill that provocative creature in the cruelest way possible.

However, what made him feel uneasy was that this army in front of him showed no sign of retreating despite their unstoppable charge.

What were these guys trying to do?

Were they really counting on a few exoskeletons to stop them?

A faint unease lingered in Kulu’s heart; these bipedal beasts seemed different from the others he had encountered elsewhere.

But there was no more time to hesitate.

In this Battlefield with visibility less than a dozen meters, a few breaths were all it took for the two forces to collide, engaging in close combat upon the soil plowed by gunfire.

"Die!"

A two-meter-tall Mutant stepped out from the mist, firing off a shotgun that sent a fan of fiery sparks slamming into the chest of an Alliance Soldier in front.

The lead shot made a dent in the pitch-black Breastplate.

Yet the man who had been shot did not even sway, lifting his muzzle and returning fire with a 19mm armor-piercing bullet.

At this ideal range of barely ten meters, sitting right on the edge of the Bomb Gun’s safety distance.

The explosive bullet banged into the Mutant’s shoulder, and the scalding metal jet instantly sprayed from its scapula, scattering bits of flesh and bone all over the ground.

The Mutant’s eyes bulged, bloodshot, and without a sound, it collapsed to the ground,

Looking down at the collapsed beast, Ground Model cracked a smirk.

"MMP! You’re still too green to trade shots with me!"

Regrettably, his coolness lasted but three seconds.

Before his forced swagger could carry through, three to five more Mutants strode through the mud and reached him.

He calmly lifted his muzzle, squeezed the trigger, but heard a click, his heart skipped a beat, and without a second thought, threw down the Bomb Gun and drew the logging axe hanging from his exoskeleton.

At almost the same moment he swung the axe, the nearest Mutant had already charged at him, revving the bulky Chainsaw in its hand.

A twisted gash painted with blood adorned its metal-clad Skull, its twisted face covered in hideous fury–this was an Elite Monster, a Synthetic Mutant!

Dodging the deadly strike with a step to the side, close to the buried chainsaw, he stepped forward nimbly, whipping the axe upward from below, and chopped fiercely into the Mutant’s ribs.

From the sensation in his palm, he could feel the stutter of flesh parting from bone, that hit likely cutting through several of the creature’s ribs.

"Roar-!"

A testament to Mutant regenerative power, the muscle-bound green beast let out a pained roar, its bulging eyes nearly bleeding.

With muscles swelling to their limit, it struggled to pull the stuck Chainsaw from the ground, flinging the whining chain towards that human Warrior.

But that lethal second strike still missed as the cunning creature ducked.

"What’s wrong, brother?"

The whirling chain scraped against his shoulder armor, producing a grating noise that broke him out in a cold sweat, but Ground Model still sneered mockingly.

Regardless of whether the Mutant understood, he pulled out an explosive bullet and shoved it into the red-hot buckle in the creature’s chest, then swung his axe.

The blunt force hit the primer in an instant, the smoky explosion followed, and dazzling sparks erupted from the tail of the explosive bullet.

The Mutant staggered back a step, reached out to pull the scorching explosive bullet from his chest, but tripped over a recently fallen corpse, tumbled backward losing his balance, and with it, his last chance at life.

"Bang!"

The scorching metal jet pierced through his chest, drilling out from his scar-covered back, causing his sturdy body to uncontrollably jerk upwards.

Wiping the blood off his helmet, the Ground Model just wanted to catch his breath when another towering mutant charged in front of him.

This time it was a brute with a cannon barrel in one hand and a nail hammer in the other – none of their synthetic limbs were duplicates!

"Damn it... how many more of these beasts are there?!"

With an axe, he chopped off the cannon barrel aimed at his chest. After taking a blow to the shoulder, the Ground Model grunted and cursed into the comm channel before retaliating fiercely with his axe.

They’d been bombing them for several rounds, how could there still be so many?!

Team voice comms came through the channel.

"The mission brief said five to six hundred."

Just by hearing the chaotic noise, one could guess the fierceness of the battle.

Watching the green head flying off, the Ground Model tossed aside the greasy axe and picked up the nail hammer dropped by the elite monster.

"Are you sure there are only five to six hundred?!"

The communication channel was filled with rustling noises.

"... Who cares how many are left, just freakin’ finish it!"

Indeed.

Who cares how many more there were.

As the bloody atmosphere became intoxicating and the Ground Model gradually found his groove, his expression also turned ferocious.

Now was the rare opportunity—

Might as well kill to his heart’s content!

"Roger that!"

Gunshots in the Wasteland were almost inaudible; at close range, it was the axes, hammers, and chainsaws that were most effective.

For the exceedingly resilient mutants, a bayonet half a finger wide seemed like a toy, and it might not even be as hard as their bones.

Even if they had their bellies sliced open and their intestines falling out, they could still swing the clubs in their hands to fight, only by completely smashing their skulls or punching a through-and-through hole in their chest could they be truly killed!

Likewise, for Alliance soldiers armored to the teeth with exoskeletons, piercing damage from sharp weapons and rifles couldn’t penetrate the "Iron Wall" heavy exoskeleton.

Even a shotgun loaded with excessive charges could only kill them with a headshot, and if it was a rifle with standard caliber, it would require sustained shooting to break the armor due to metal fatigue.

This slow method of combat clearly wasn’t the style of these mutants, and coincidentally, the tough men of the Jungle Corps had no interest in kiting and exchanging fire with them.

Thus, both sides unanimously chose to engage in close-quarters blows to determine the victor, fighting each other in the most primitive way.

The chaotic battlefield was like a rolling meat grinder, relentlessly devouring one fresh life after another, spewing out chunks of mangled flesh.

Kulu’s expression was first ferocious, then insane. Finally, after killing the second Alliance soldier, his uncontrollable frenzy turned to bewilderment and panic.

Whether in numbers or strength, it was clear they had the advantage on their side, yet the brothers charging forward kept being taken down one after another.

It was supposed to be their home turf for hand-to-hand combat!

This was meant to be their hunt!

These guys...

Were they really human?

When the warm blood splattered on him, when he licked it into his mouth, he could assure that the animals before him were those weak beings.

But when he saw that warrior, whose armor he had sliced open with a chainsaw, not running away but instead charging at him with a ferocious face against the howling chainsaw, Kulu was completely stunned.

In the rapidly-changing battlefield, any distraction could be fatal, and he quickly paid the price for his confusion.

The explosion’s shockwave destroyed his chainsaw, and the shattered steel fragments hit his chest along with the flesh.

"Ah—!"

Kulu let out a pained roar as he staggered two steps backward, looking at the fragment embedded in his arm, he furiously yanked and threw it away.

If it weren’t for the experts at Torch enhancing the structure of his synthetic limbs, that single hit would have been enough to incapacitate him.

Propping himself up with an axe spear, Kulu staggered to his feet. He was as strong as a Double-headed Cow, yet his advancing steps were more akin to those of a staggering donkey.

These people were insane.

No—

They weren’t human at all.

They were something else wearing human skin!

Those weak bipeds couldn’t possibly be this tough; these guys were simply more beastial than himself!

The sounds of combat began to diminish.

Not because the enemies in front of him were at their last gasp, but because more and more mutants were falling before those iron bodies.

Normally, it would cost them the lives of three to four warriors to take down one Alliance soldier in exoskeletons.

And that was the best-case scenario.

In reality, three Alliance soldiers formed a team, supporting two other teams. They often lost more than a dozen lives without taking down a single head.

Even in the melee chaos, those humans still maintained the bare minimum of teamwork, thinking of the comrades beside them while fighting ferociously.

This was something Kulu couldn’t comprehend!

However, although filled with uncertainty, one thing he was sure of—if they kept fighting to the death, the annihilation of his entire force was inevitable!

Hungry wolf-like gazes scoured the battlefield, and soon he spotted that distinctive figure amidst the occasionally obscuring mist.

The figure stood in the heart of the battlefield like an iron tower, an insurmountable wall.

A dozen-plus soldiers had fallen before him, and the chainsaw embedded in his left arm was still tirelessly swinging, chopping off heads with the ease of felling trees.

Dancing blood splattered over the man, drenching him completely in red, from head to toe, like a living banner.

Though the guy denied being the Manager, there was no doubt he was the leader of these humans.

"Ha, utterly insane!"

He seemed to be shouting something excitedly.

But Kulu couldn’t hear clearly, nor did he understand, only sensing that the surrounding Alliance Soldiers seemed to be inspired by that roar.

Kulu’s gaze grew dangerous, staring straight at the man, as he picked up a still-spinning chainsaw from the ground.

Just kill that guy...

Surely these people would break and run in terror!

Coincidentally, it seemed the man noticed his gaze too and looked back at him, revealing a savage sneer behind the blood-caked helmet.

Kulu couldn’t see his smile, but the moment he was caught in that gaze, an involuntary shiver went through him, and a furious shame immediately flared up in his heart.

He—a warrior graced with honor—was frightened by what should have been easy prey!

"To hell with you!"

He roared and charged.

The man didn’t dodge or parry, proudly brandishing the welded chainsaw on his left arm, and roared back, charging towards him.

"Madness!"

"Utter madness!"

Contrary to what Kulu had imagined, Brother Chicken had completely lost his command, even forgetting his damn rank as leader of the Army.

His mind was filled with only the records of his last kill.

He had gone completely mad with killing.

...

Standing in that sacred place not rooted in the earthly realm, Luo Gan watched the battlefield through mortal eyes, his face devoid of expression.

Such barbarism...

Such ugliness...

Previously, he had been curious about how the Alliance would fight against the pieces he had placed on the chessboard, never imagining they would devolve into beasts.

His face carried a trace of irritation, tinged with pity and sympathy.

Wasteland was indeed such a filthy affair; to survive, people had to dive headlong into the jungle, becoming beasts that devoured flesh and blood.

And in this process, humanity unwittingly became part of the jungle, transforming every inch of soil into a hell where civilization could not thrive.

"...It might as well all start over again." With a hint of resentment and satisfaction, he watched the writhing mass of flesh below and delivered the monologue in an icy tone.

But he quickly realized this was an emotion he should not harbor—he was to lead those lambs towards a glorious sacrifice in pursuit of a grand ambition, and must not judge life and death based on personal feelings; that would be sacrilege to both life and ideals.

Not to mention a blasphemy against divinity.

"Indeed, my cultivation is still lacking..."

Luo Gan cast his eyes downward, reflecting on his heart. Yet, he couldn’t help but ponder the origin of that "improper irritation."

Was it because of Yinyin?

The little girl was like the granddaughter he had lost many years ago—childish but not bad by nature, naive yet eager to learn, occasionally wilful, but deep down, she hated doing harm to others... For a farmer’s child, her qualities could be seen as kind or cowardly.

He was curious about what she would become, thus he casually gave her some guidance from an elder’s standpoint.

Regretfully, before he could see this budding flower mature, it perished in the pot beside the laboratory window.

"Indeed, barbaric soil could never nurture civilized branches, much less a beautiful and delicate flower. Even had she survived, she probably wouldn’t have lived well... Death may have been the most tender ending for her."

He mumbled to himself, facing the empty Holy Land, as if comforting himself, as if convincing himself.

"I’m sorry I couldn’t save you."

"But I swear to you, once all is over, you will live a carefree life in the new world, running freely under the sun."

"All that once bound you will no longer exist; your worries will vanish along with the old world... It will be a Heaven more prosperous than the Prosperity Epoch, a true Utopia descending upon mankind."

He let out a soft sigh.

However, just then, a derisive laugh from some unseen place unexpectedly intruded into this sacred, inviolable domain.

"Promising an earthly Heaven to the already dead, masking your incompetence with daydreams and lies... How laughable. So, your method to end this jungle is to kill everyone here? You are even worse than those big-nosed fools; at least they set a fire, and fire can truly destroy this forest."

"Who’s there?!"

Luo Gan opened his eyes wide and looked around but couldn’t see the source of the voice. Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly, recalling the chip left on Yinyin’s body.

Those people dared to use her corpse to spout such nonsense!

Anger flickered through Luo Gan’s cloudy eyes; he reached out to silence that annoying voice, but his withered fingers froze midair.

That authoritative voice carried a tinge of disdain and contempt, completely disregarding that frail, powerless husk.

"Even if we devolve into beasts, fighting this Wasteland with stones, sticks, or even fists and teeth, we will not forget who we are, where we are headed."

"Keep your Heaven for yourself."

"We’re not going anywhere; we’ll rebuild our own nation right here on Earth."