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Chapter 597: New Event Launches! Fire Extinguishing Plan!

Chapter 597: Chapter 597: New Event Launches! Fire Extinguishing Plan!

Dusk slowly fell from the muddy and dark edges of the wilderness, as the pitch-black night gradually enveloped this land soaked with blood.

The sounds of gunfire had ceased for a while.

However, the enveloping fog that spread all around still hadn’t dissipated. Instead, its coverage seemed to expand even further, from Old Man Kong’s farmstead to the woods north of Town Of Hope.

Just after the barriers were removed not long ago, on the south side of the gate.

Standing by the muddy road, Ma Hechang kept looking in the direction of the Pinecone Wood Farm, and despite himself, he murmured a prayer to the Saint Heir above.

In the past, he could occasionally hear the voice of the Saint Heir.

But after the fog rose, he couldn’t hear him anymore, for some unknown reason.

Filled with dread, he couldn’t help but think of what Pastor Wei had said.

Perhaps...

The Saint Heir was really angry.

As he strained his eyes and stared into the distance, three people approached from the end of the road, the one in the lead was the owner of the neighboring farm, Kong Lingkai.

Seeing that it wasn’t the Hunter named Liu from the Liu family, disappointment flashed across Ma Hechang’s face.

Before he could exchange pleasantries, Old Man Kong, who usually acted as if he’d rather have his nostrils on his forehead, anxiously took the initiative to speak.

"What in the world is going on here? How can there be such a dense fog?"

Ordinarily, he would’ve stayed at home and didn’t want to be bothered, but seeing the fog showing no sign of dissipating into the evening, he had an unsettling feeling.

He planned to ask Pastor Wei for advice in the nearby town, but unexpectedly ran into Mayor Ma here; he instinctively felt that these people were hiding something from him again.

Normally Ma Hechang would exchange courteous words with this guy, but coincidentally, today he was not in the mood, so he said impatiently.

"How would I know what’s going on? If the heavens want to fog up, that’s not up to me to decide."

The expression on Kong Lingkai’s face froze; he didn’t like the other man’s attitude, but couldn’t refute him. All he could do was look away, grinding his teeth as he angrily changed the subject.

"There must be something strange about this fog... I’ve said it before, we shouldn’t have gotten involved with those people from the north. Ever since they came here, one strange incident follows another!"

Ma Hechang glanced disdainfully at the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself that if he hadn’t gotten entangled with those people, those raging green-skinned monsters would’ve snatched up all the pretty women in his home to bear their spawn long ago.

Of course, the same would have been true for him.

"Enough, talking about this now is pointless. I’ve already sent someone to scout out Pinecone Wood Farm. Let’s wait for his return before discussing further."

While talking, a horse came galloping from a distance, with the town’s Hunter, Liu Youxiong, riding on it.

The Hunter had originally planned to directly rush into the town, but upon seeing the Mayor waiting at the gate, he was startled and hurriedly pulled the reins, dismounting from the horse.

"My lord!"

Ma Hechang stared at him expressionlessly and got straight to the point.

"What’s the situation at Pinecone Wood Farm now!"

"I didn’t go inside, just took a look from the outside, it felt—" Liu Youxiong quickly started to talk, but was interrupted impatiently by the Mayor before he could finish.

"Your feeling what? Get to the point!"

"Yes, yes!"

Liu Youxiong said tremblingly,

"It was deathly still there, I didn’t see anyone working outside the Enclosing Wall. When I went to the gate, I found that the guards on duty were gone and the inn by the door was empty... It was as if it was haunted. I didn’t dare to stay there too long as it was getting dark. I rushed back immediately."

Ma Hechang’s heart skipped a beat, just about to ask in detail what exactly had happened there, but someone was more anxious than him. Kong Lingkai on the side quickly grabbed him and asked.

"People are missing?! Where did they go?"

"I, I don’t know," Liu Youxiong replied with a wry smile, suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly added, "Right, on my way there, I saw a group of Mutants, probably about a thousand or so, fighting with Alliance people..."

Kong Lingkai promptly asked.

"How do you know those were Alliance people?!"

Swallowing nervously, Liu Youxiong whispered.

"I recognized their Exoskeletons at a glance."

Ma Hechang frowned and asked him.

"Who won?"

Liu Youxiong quickly said.

"Of course, the Alliance. Those people won with no suspense at all... I saw that Iron Airship fire several shots over the tops of the Mutants’ heads; the whole plain looked like it had been completely turned over, and those who were lucky enough to survive were quickly wiped out!"

On hearing this, Ma Hechang took a deep breath, finally understanding what the rolling thunder and quake underfoot in the afternoon were all about.

Standing aside, Kong Lingkai exchanged a look with two of his attendants, sharing expressions of shock and bewilderment on their faces.

Just from Liu Youxiong’s description, the force displayed by the Alliance was not on the same level as theirs.

Seeing that the two big figures didn’t speak, Liu Youxiong didn’t dare to, standing obediently and quietly on the side.

It seemed they reached some conclusion.

Kong Lingkai looked towards Ma Hechang and coughed before speaking.

"Now the Church is in danger... if we help them, that’ll be like sending charcoal in snowy weather, a commendable deed. I suggest we hold a meeting to discuss how to deal with the threat from the north."

"Don’t dream," Ma Hechang unceremoniously interrupted this man’s wild imagination, rolling his eyes as he continued.

"The Church is finished. Even if we were to hold a meeting to discuss, it should be about how to get along with our new rulers here."

Kong Lingkai suddenly became agitated and glared at him as he retorted angrily.

"You, you’re going to betray the Saint Heir!"

Ma Hechang glanced contemptuously.

"Come off it, do you believe in that stuff? My teacher told you it’s all business. We bought his security services and as an exchange, we worshipped him here. Since he’s not capable of protecting us, there’s no point in boasting about it."

He said this, casting a meaningful look at the farm owner.

"I’ve heard the Alliance prohibits the slave trade; I’d advise you to prepare yourself."

After glancing at Kong Lingkai, whose face had turned ashen, Ma Hechang turned back to the town. He didn’t immediately head to the town hall to summon the town’s big shots. Instead, he first took a trip to the church.

There were some things that needed to be made clear.

Pushing open the door, he called out for Pastor Wei but received no response, so he went around to the back yard. Looking up, he saw a figure hanging from the willow tree in the courtyard.

The person was neatly dressed, head tilted to the side, eyes closed, with a peaceful expression on their face, showing not a pinch of pain.

Ma Hechang was initially stunned, but then he stepped back in fear onto a stone, lost his balance, and flumped to the ground.

"Old... Old Wei?! Pastor Wei?!"

He called out instinctively, but Wei Ming had clearly been gone for some time and naturally could not respond to his calls.

Ma Hechang’s lips trembled, unable to speak a word, and it took him a while to get up from the ground, just sitting there dazedly.

Dead...

The pastor appointed by the bishop himself, the only man in the entire town who could contact the bishop...

Dead, just like that?!

...

"Wasteland OL" Official Website.

[Event Announcement: "Firefighting Operation" is now live!]

[Event Description: Believers holding torches are spreading evil faith, death, and plague across the land of the Luo Xia Province. The flames of the apocalypse are devouring everything they touch, and eight hundred kilometers is not a distant threat for us.

This is not only our crisis but a crisis for the entire wasteland. More urgent threats must be addressed before we can face the Tide’s menace!]

[Event Details: Assault the "Nest of Nago" located in the underground experimental area of the "Champion" Biological Pharmaceutical Research Institute. Take an airship to the Iron Heart or the Surface Action Base to participate!

Every mutant killed earns at least 10 points, and synthetic mutants earn at least 50 points. During the event, points can be exchanged for event equipment, including the Bomb Gun, K10 "Iron Wall" Exoskeleton, Giant Rock Military Industry Reforming Prosthesis, and more!

They can also be used to exchange for support including 155mm artillery strikes, "Blizzard" rockets, helicopter pick-up, airdrop supply boxes,

and even 400mm heavy rockets and tactical nuclear weapons for clearing the area!]

[Entry Requirements: Players with Gene Sequence Level reaching Level 10 can form teams, and those with Sequence Level greater than Level 3 can apply to join teams (players who have commenced the "Pass the Torch" mentorship quest will receive a 20% bonus to their points when in the same team as their mentor or apprentice)]

[Rewards: At the end of the event, remaining points can be exchanged for blind box gift bags, exclusive titles, and more mystery gifts!]

[The ultimate interpretation right of the event belongs to Shelter No. 404!]

Tail: "???"

Quit smoking: "What the fuck?!"

Stop Bullshitting: "Brothers, we’ve got work!! (Cracked voice)"

Makabazi: "A fisherman like you making such a ruckus."

Pick up trash 99 level: "Log in, log in—spit, I mean sign in, sign in!"

Silver Daddy: "Recruiting, recruiting, Silver Corps is recruiting online! Are there any new players who want to start a mentorship quest? I’m an experienced driver who can take you to the front lines! Haha, recruiting!"

Gnome King Riches: "Any newbies forming a team? Gunners preferred! (Facetious)"

Shrimp and Pork Heart: "Me, me, I can!"

Driving Toy Cars Shuke: "Does a handgun count?"

Flying Helicopters Beta: "Is it okay if I can drive armored vehicles?"

Canyon Escape Mole: "Private message me!!!"

Driving Toy Cars Shuke: "PMed brother!"

Canyon Escape Mole: "Bugger off! I’m talking to the guy below who can drive!"

Driving Toy Cars Shuke: "Damn! I really can drive! QAQ"

Night Ten: "Fuck! How did our mission become an event!"

The event post was out for less than a minute.

The forum, which had been full of boasts, bullshit, picture battles, and memes, erupted instantly!

...

For mutants, the concept of family doesn’t exist.

Even in larger mutant tribes like the Qi Tribe, which have inherited some human customs, few remember which female gave birth to them.

After all, at the time of birth, it’s usually only the priest attending who’s beside them. Let alone a father, they don’t even get to see the face of their own mother—as the priests usually cover their faces, deciding quickly after giving birth whether to send them to the animal pens or the kitchen.

Since there’s no concept of family or inheritance to be concerned with, most mutants naturally don’t have names until the leader bestows one upon them.

However, although most mutants don’t have names, they still have ways of differentiating each other.

For instance, a common method is "nicknames."

These are usually whatever is the loudest cry they give at birth, and the attending priest will tell them what they yelled, whether it’s a spur of the moment creation or genuinely memorable.

Some people are called "Ah," others are called "Ao," or "Wa Wu," "Yi Yi," and the like.

These are the most most most common nicknames, not just throughout the tribe, but there are over a dozen with the same name under one account.

Because shouting a nickname and calling the wrong person isn’t unheard of, but usually, even if you shout the wrong name, it doesn’t matter.

For instance, if a chief tore open his throat and bellowed, "Humph, Aowu, follow me to hunt," soon dozens or hundreds of minions stood out to support the scene.

If there were too many people, he would kick out a few who looked like the weakest softies. And if there were too few, he’d shout, "Ah, you come too!" and soon enough heads would assemble.

For humans, this situation is usually called mismanagement, but for mutants, it was actually more convenient.

They were all experts at killing and arson.

As long as the needed hands were gathered, what did it matter who went?

No matter who went, it didn’t hinder them from sitting atop a mountain made of enemy corpses, feasting on big mouthfuls of meat!

A long night passed.

The next morning, the sun had not yet risen.

In the crumbling deserted urban area, the fog was hazy, and the air was filled with the smell of decay, as if a moldy piece of burlap covered the nose and mouth.

Anyone would feel physical discomfort.

However, the mutants of the Qi Tribe only felt blood-pumping stimulation from it.

At this time, a gruff roar came from outside the human-skin tents, followed by gunfire into the sky.

"Humans! They’re here! Humph, ah ah, follow me!"

Before the roar had faded, plenty of guttural responses quickly followed.

"Kill! Kill!"

"Humph—!"

"Ah ah ah!"

Awoken by the gibberish, Humph, still in his dreams, sneezed and shook his dizzy head as he rolled out of bed.

He grabbed the blunt knife and iron pipe rifle leaning against the sleeping bag, and before his blood pressure could rise, he went outside to the open space by the tent, showing his canines to the damp concrete ceiling and roared.

This was his way of demonstrating bravery.

Only the bravest warriors could catch the chief’s attention and be taken to hunt those weak bipedal animals.

Glancing at the emaciated human things in the corner cage with the corner of his eye, Humph’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

Such weak things dare to offer themselves up!

He would let them know what cruelty was!

Seemingly satisfied with the spirit of his men, the big guy standing in the front of the open space nodded approvingly, then swung his big palm like a fan vigorously.

With his loud and crude voice, he roared.

"Follow Delu! Go chop those bugs’ heads off!"

Like the other mutants beside him, Humph, with an excited roar, responded to the boss’s call by waving the object in his hand.

"Ao ao ao!!!"

The mutants were roaring excitedly when, at that moment, thunderous artillery fire erupted overhead.

A massive amount of dust and pebbles were jarred loose by the deafening sound, raining down on their heads and chests.

However, not a single mutant standing here showed a face of fear.

But rather, they were even more excited!

Solid concrete bunkers were everywhere in this city!

With the protection of this steel-reinforced concrete, that iron airship floating in the sky couldn’t touch them!

And once inside the urban area—

It was their home turf!

"Go slaughter them!"

"Roar—!"

Under Delu’s command, Humph, carrying his weapon, followed behind a group of green-skinned brothers with bulging muscles, trickling into the surface ruins through the dark stairwells, waiting for the Alliance shelling to end.

The thundering barrage only lasted for about five or six minutes, followed by shouts and crackling gunfire in the nearby urban area.

The brothers from the neighboring nest had already clashed with the Alliance soldiers at the edge of the city area. Although the thick haze made it impossible to see the situation in the battle zone, the sound conveyed that this group was formidable.

Humph gripped his rifle tightly, peeled back his cracked lips to reveal bloodthirsty canines, and exhaled a heavy breath through his nose.

"Humph..."

It seemed this feast would be thoroughly enjoyable!

...

Under the abandoned office buildings, in addition to the bang bang of gunfire, there was a chorus of shouts from the greenhorns.

"Cover me!"

"Pull the gun line, brother!"

"With such heavy fog, pull a ghost! Just charge and it’s done!"

"Ao ao ao!"

While the veteran players were still steadily advancing their position step by step, a bunch of second-hand newcomers had already charged toward the Mutants’ lines with their hot-off-the-press brethren in tow.

There was an array of bizarre and quirky maneuvers.

Because of the Alliance’s old tradition, each player was given a pack of dynamite as a "healing" supply. A newbie, self-dubbed the Demolition Genius, had a lightbulb moment and strapped together the "gift packs" intended for a four-person team onto himself, creating an alarmingly large explosive device. Then, carrying the hope of his entire team, he rushed toward the area dense with Mutants.

However, before he even reached the Mutants, his legs were taken out by stray bullets on the battlefield.

Not wanting to see the dynamite wasted, his three teammates had to muster the courage to retrieve it, thus unfolding an exceedingly heroic scene resembling the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather.

That was an unsuccessful quirky maneuver.

Of course, there were plenty of successful ones too.

For instance, some capable newcomers used a dozen homemade Molotov Cocktails to successfully take out a house full of Mutants, instantly earning enough points to trade for a bomb gun.

Then there was a newbie who, presumably with some training, shouldered an RPG and blasted away a welded steel off-road vehicle barreling towards the Alliance lines.

To describe the situation on the battlefield as grim would be an understatement; it was more like a raucous commotion, bustling like a festival.

Both sides kept coming up with all sorts of ridiculous tactics, doing whatever was most unexpected, to the point where it was hard to tell who resembled the Mutants more.

Looking at the lively scene in the district ahead, Wild Wind, who had been stunned for quite a while, lightly pressed his temples and couldn’t help but make a snide comment.

"Does anyone still remember this is our mission?"

Watching those newcomers fight recklessly, he couldn’t shake the feeling of having been thrown back several versions in the game.

Old White coughed lightly.

"No one expected it to be this tricky..."

Relying solely on the combat power of the Burning Corps to take down a Mutant tribe of tens of thousands wasn’t going to be easy.

Each of those green-skinned brutes was a natural-born warrior, the kind who could slaughter a village when banded together.

If they were that easy to handle, they would have wiped them out on their first night here.

Quit smoking said cheerfully.

"But honestly, it’s kind of interesting to have more newcomers involved."

Corner Old Six also said with a playful grin.

"Ha! I agree! The fights we had before in Luo Xia Province and with the Corps were too severe. It’s a rare opportunity, so it’s good for the newcomers to get some practice."

Fang Chang thought the same.

Their combat experience was also honed on the battlefield; some things just can’t be taught, and after one death, everything becomes clear.

Fang Chang couldn’t help but think back to the time when he first encountered the Mutants on Street No.76 and how Mosquito made that rocket that nearly got him killed.

Who would have thought that guy was close to becoming a Wasteland arms dealer now!

Shaking his head, Fang Chang loaded his bomb gun bought with silver coins and looked at the Mutants’ line, which was starting to tighten, and smiled.

"We should get going too; if we wait any longer, we won’t even get a taste of the broth."

"Yep," said Old White, who had turned off his power armor helmet visor, grinning, "if we dawdle like this, those rookies will start to look down on us."

...

About a kilometer away from the firefight, on the rooftop of a high-rise building, Qi Gaen watched, expressionless, the flashes of fire flickering through the distant haze.

It was probably around eight in the morning when the Alliance suddenly began their full-on assault.

First came the deafening bombardment, followed by the infantry charging into the urban area in droves.

Qi Gaen had to admit, the Alliance from the north did have some tricks up their sleeves, entirely different from the bipedal sheep around Brocade River City. No wonder several of his valiant and capable warriors suffered at their hands.

The Alliance was spirited and fought fiercely with a relentless onslaught, putting on a show of a fight to the death from the get-go.

However, Gaen was not intimidated by their vigor, especially after learning about the situation on the frontlines, which had actually put him at ease.

Despite the Alliance’s fierce offensive, their progress was minimal, leaving nearly a thousand bodies behind for just a single street.

And that was merely the outermost defense of the Qi Tribe; even if lost to the Alliance, it meant little more than the loss of two to three hundred brothers, a couple dozen machine guns, a few ammo depots with limited supplies, and some stockpiled food.

It was clear not every soldier of the Alliance possessed the combat power to take on ten foes; most of their fighting techniques seemed amateur.

And as Gaen anticipated, the firepower of Iron Heart was considerably limited in urban combat.

Those shells seemed mighty and loud with fierce firepower, but even a layer of concrete could effectively weaken the blast shockwave and shrapnel’s lethality.

Yet, while Gaen was optimistic, Gomo wore a faintly worried look on his face.

"This isn’t a solution... The Alliance’s industrial capacity surpasses ours. I’ve heard that Giant Stone City has recently joined them too. At this rate of attrition, they will eventually wear us down."

Gaen laughed coldly, dismissive of the concern.

"No matter how strong their industrial capacity, they still need people to wield what they produce. I’ve heard the entire Alliance totals less than a million people; I’m curious to see how long they can hold out fighting a war of attrition against us eight hundred kilometers from their territory."

Gomo remained silent.

In his heart, he agreed with that statement.

But that was the Alliance that had defeated the Corps, and as an old-timer from that era, he knew just what kind of force the Corps was.

To have defeated the Corps in a frontal engagement...

Would those folks really wage such a mindless battle?

Seeing Gomo still troubled, Gaen said lightly.

"Don’t worry about the battlefield; just go and complete that final ritual... If you really can’t get in touch with Luo Gan, then we’ll take over the parish."

Gomo nodded slightly.

"As you command."

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