This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 634: Him!

Chapter 634: Chapter 634: Him!

On the edge of the North Second Ring Road, a silver-gray power armor stood quietly in the middle of the dilapidated street, clutching a heavy rifle half the height of a man, resembling an unsharpened greatsword.

The years had left traces of frost and snow on the surface of the armor, its urban camouflage paint job replaced by a patchy crimson.

The rifle in its hand was filled with flesh-red fungal growths in the fork-shaped magnetic rails, similar to the armor.

Fragments of memory still existing in the cells would occasionally surface before its eyes; it vaguely remembered that it was a machine born for battle.

However, it had long forgotten why it fought, not to mention when the last battle had ended...

Just then, a light breeze blew from the other end of the street; almost simultaneously, the rolling sound of wheels approached from the silent street corner.

As if sensing the oncoming intent to kill, it slowly raised its head, gray-green mist wafting from the slits in its helmet, while its pitch-black visor reflected a hint of bloodthirsty crimson.

"Kill them!" The voice that seemed to float from the darkness was heard again, and it felt every cell in its body boil with the call.

It was a command that could not be refused—

Not that there was any reason to refuse.

It existed just to respond to that call.

Its heavy arms slowly lifted, and the greatsword in its grip creaked like a machine that hadn’t been oiled in years.

However, the moment its arm lifted, the cumbersome body burst with life, erupting with astonishing speed and strength.

It launched like a shell from its barrel, charging with the force of thunder towards the foremost truck while swinging the blunt heavy greatsword.

"Clang—!"

Almost at the moment of impact between steel and steel, the front of the welded steel-plate truck crumpled inward like a spoon in ice cream, breaking into two.

The entire truck flipped onto its side by the road, the driver killed instantly, and the others inside were thrown about, staggering as they stood up from the ground.

It could faintly hear them shouting something.

Though it couldn’t understand.

But—

The last words of prey never mattered; after all, they would soon become a pulpy mess under its feet.

Standing beside the wreckage of the truck, it gripped the weapon in its hand, and its crimson pupils rapidly locked onto the next—

Next one!

As the mucor-infested power armor swung its weapon in hand and rushed towards the next transport truck, the Death Legion that had been caught off guard finally reacted.

Midnight with an Umbrella, Without a Knife: "F*ck! Old Six!"

Laplace: "Old Six my ass, it’s the Decaying Knight!"

Midnight with an Umbrella, Without a Knife: "Here comes the BOSS! Brothers, grab your weapons!"

Outlaw Maniac: "Awoo, fire!"

The player crouching on the rooftop immediately aimed the fixed machine gun at the creature, pouring out fierce firepower but still failing to stop its charge.

The 10mm machine gun bullets, capable of destroying concrete walls, struck the armor’s curved surface, leaving at best a shallow scratch.

What was even more chilling was that the creature not only had incredible armor, but its agility was no less impressive.

The greatsword in its hand easily deflected the tracer rounds before it darted towards the next truck.

Another truck burst into explosive flames.

Shoveling at the Edge couldn’t help but frown at the evolutionary body that was rampaging unsparingly through the crowd; Debt Giant Eye cursed beside him.

"Damn it, I knew this mission wasn’t that simple."

"Something’s off about this thing," declared Construction Youth with a Startling Brick suddenly.

"Yep." Shoveling at the Edge nodded gravely and then turned to Big Eyes, "Launch the drone!"

"Okay!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Big Eyes closed his eyes and tapped the side of his tactical helmet with a finger.

A quadrotor drone ejected and soared from the truck, flying straight towards the Decaying Knight.

Sensing the impending threat, the Decaying Knight slammed its greatsword to the ground, propelling a dozen pebbles at the drone in the air.

Debt Giant Eye, connected through direct consciousness, skillfully maneuvered the drone through a series of inconceivable rolls, gliding through like a fluttering butterfly amid the dense concrete debris.

"Die, bastard!!!"

The moment the drone reached its face, he immediately activated the detonation function, igniting the three-kilogram warhead beneath the drone into a ball of fire.

The explosion’s terrifying force could overturn a Conqueror tank; however, the 200-year-old relic merely swayed.

Witnessing this incredible scene, Big Eyes, with his eyes now open, were wide in disbelief.

"Shit! ’Dragon Cavalry’ defenses are this heaven-defying?!"

"This isn’t a ’Dragon Cavalry’, nor does it look like a ’Champion’..." Shoveling at the Edge’s voice took on an excited edge as he clenched his fist resting on the truck’s roof, "This might be a modified type never mentioned in the official settings!"

Although they had never faced such an opponent, none of the players present showed fear.

Instead, it ignited an even fiercer will to battle!

This was an unprecedented challenge—

Should they complete the first-kill, not only would they earn the glory of a Worldwide Announcement, but their names would also be permanently included in the Hall of Fame!

"Infantry squad, cover with firepower!"

Watching the Decaying Knight getting back on its feet, Shoveling at the Edge shouted loudly in the comm channel.

"Anti-tank group, move up! Use armor-piercing rounds, concentrate fire!"

The previous explosion may not have destroyed the Decaying Knight instantly, but the blast still dealt significant damage to it.

Large patches of fungus peeled off its body, and it needed to rely on the greatsword in its hands to barely stand firm, while the surrounding players had already picked up their rifles and directed a fierce barrage of bullets at it.

"Ugh—"

Gray-green smoke leaked out from beneath the edge of the helmet, like a silent roar, as it angrily readied its greatsword to charge at the players. However, just then, several players armed with RPG Rocket Launchers had already lined up in front of it.

"RPG!!"

Amidst an excited shout, armor-piercing bullets flew like arrows released from their bows, trailing plumes of white smoke as they bombarded the Decaying Knight.

The Decaying Knight swung its greatsword swiftly, knocking two armor-piercing bullets coming towards its face away. However, it couldn’t stop more bullets from striking its chest, knees, and shoulders.

"Boom—!"

Brilliant sparks scattered in the roaring explosion, like iron sparks splashing from a forge.

The Decaying Knight, hit by several armor-piercing bullets, staggered backwards and, with a hoarse roar, lost its balance and heavily fell to the ground.

Even the armor from the Era of Prosperity couldn’t withstand so many armor-piercing bullets focusing fire without shields activated.

Its breastplate had a hole as wide as a thumb, revealing the blood-red flesh inside. Its right leg was completely destroyed, with the metallic jets piercing straight through it.

The Decaying Knight struggled to rise from the ground, but just as it managed to sit halfway up, two more shots slammed into its face.

Well aware of the importance of a finishing move, the players didn’t stop their attack after downing the BOSS, but relentlessly followed up with a thermobaric bomb!

The blast wave hit the breastplate, and even the highway beneath it shook upward from the impact.

The searing air rushed into the cracks of the armor, instantly shredding the internal fungi into a pool of black sludge.

The scorching heat entering its chest cavity took its consciousness far away, and in its dying moments, it seemed to hear the wails of every mycelium cell in its body.

Watching the crowd approaching itself, the pitch-black lenses of its goggles slowly lost their crimson hue in the firelight.

The nightmare that had imprisoned it for two centuries.

Had finally ended...

The fungi attached to the armor were completely destroyed. The power armor that had fallen again finally lay still, releasing the greatsword as if it had become a part of its body, no longer struggling to stand up, no longer making any sound.

A player stepped forward to inspect its corpse, confirming that the creature was indeed dead.

Looking at the long rectangular iron block corroded by the fungus lying aside, the construction boy with the RPG launcher exclaimed in surprise,

"This thing was actually a rifle?"

And it was a Gauss Rifle!

Large patches of the fungus cover peeled off the rifle, revealing the tuning-fork-shaped barrel and the folded-forward grip, while on the streamlined buttstock, an indistinct badge could be seen.

[111th Airborne Division]

Below that badge, a line of blurry text was faintly visible.

"He must have been a soldier... perhaps a squad leader," Debt Giant Eye speculated on the identity of the creature, looking at the remnants of the damaged armor and continuing with an uncertain tone, "While carrying out a mission in the center of Qingquan City, he and his squad were swallowed by the mycelia and then continued to fight for two centuries as evolutionary bodies."

"So you’re saying we just defeated the 111th Airborne Division that’s mentioned in the background information?" Edge Shoveling scratched his head as he spoke.

"At least we allowed one of them to rest in peace." Edge Shoveling sighed softly, looking at the armor lying on its back on the ground, "Let’s haul it onto the truck."

The chances of it being repairable were probably not great.

Besides, the Alliance now had its own independently developed power armor "Xiaguang," with no need to rely on these aged relics.

The museum was where it belonged.

"Xiya is right ahead! Keep moving!"

Edge Shoveling gathered the stalled group, shouting loudly through the communication channel, calling everyone to proceed.

But just then, the ground beneath their feet subtly trembled, as if there were an earthquake.

Edge Shoveling hastily looked forward, his view obstructed by the dense fog, unable to see anything.

Debt Giant Eye decisively launched another drone skyward, flying in the direction where Edge Shoveling was looking.

However, the drone had barely entered the thick gray fog when it hit something like a wall and lost signal.

"Damn..."

Debt Giant Eye’s shoulders jerked sharply, he shook his head to clear the white snowflakes from his vision.

When his vision returned to normal and he looked in the direction where the drone disappeared, he froze completely.

There was a fist as large as a billboard clenched there, connected to an arm as thick as a train, and a body towering like an iron tower.

"...Titan."

Edge Shoveling’s face changed slightly, and he slowly forced out the word from his lips.

It was Titan!

And not just that—

One by one, silver-gray figures emerged from the fog, striding forward with firm steps, their eyes emitting a crimson murderous intent that was no less than what the players had just overcome.

Edge Shoveling quickly counted—there were at least twenty power armors huddled around the Titan!

They held all manner of weapons, still maintaining the battle formation they had used two centuries ago when they delved into the city center for exploration.

The mycelia had consumed them, transforming them into the guardians of this ruin.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure, nearly 3000 players squeezed on the street involuntarily swallowed.

The construction boy with the RPG launcher’s Adam’s apple bobbed, glanced at the matchstick-sized RPG in his hand, and muttered quietly,

"...We’re screwed now."

The creature they had struggled to defeat turned out to be just an elite monster beside the boss.

The real boss had only just appeared!

Although his scalp tingled, Edge Shoveling still clenched his teeth and picked up his weapon.

They had successfully deceived Xiya, causing those restless fools to collide with the barrels they were ready for and tied down nearly all the strength of the Tide.

Now was the moment when the defense of that newly born entity was at its weakest—if they seized the opportunity to take down that thing, they could clinch victory in this war—

At least resolve this year’s crisis!

"Prepare for combat!"

No matter what, they absolutely couldn’t fall here!

...

"Mother of God... Is that thing a Titan?"

Perched in a Soaring Clouds fighter, darting between skyscrapers, Falling Feather glanced momentarily at the ground veiled in mist and couldn’t help but let out an exclamation.

A steel giant, six stories tall, stood on the street, with scarlet fungal blotches crawling over its boxy armor like moss. A deep roar echoed above the entire city district.

It seemed the brothers of the Death Legion had encountered this thing.

Although he wanted to help them, he had more important matters to attend to.

"Hold on, brothers..."

The planes of the Goblin Corps were on their way; air support would soon reach their position.

Gritting his teeth, Falling Feather pushed the throttle and sped toward the city center.

And as the distance closed, he felt the frequency of pounding in his chest quicken.

Then, a light murmur reached his ears.

"Yi wu." (I see It.)

The spores flowing through the air had completely fused with the Wasteland, becoming like a deity of this land, every wisp of breeze Its breath.

It was a form of life that Xiaoyu had never seen before.

From that untouchable might, it sensed a sliver of fear.

The companion it shared its life with was no match for It...

They were still far too weak.

Even if all of them combined their forces, they probably wouldn’t match a single hair on Its body.

"Don’t be afraid, tell me, where is that It?" Sensing Xiaoyu’s panic, Falling Feather, while intently piloting the plane, soothed it with patience.

Xiaoyu’s emotions settled slightly.

"I can lead you to It... but I have no confidence in defeating It."

Falling Feather: "Don’t worry, I won’t let you face It alone, I’ll be with you!"

Xiaoyu spoke with a pessimistic tone.

"You will die... Perhaps I won’t since only my progeny entity resides in you, but you will be devoured by him, along with the part of me inside your body."

Die?

Falling Feather flashed a grin.

"Rest assured, I won’t die."

What a joke.

He was the Flying Ace with Nine Lives!

To think he’d die after being killed just once—such an underestimation!

Xiaoyu’s voice was still hesitant.

"Really?"

With both hands on the joystick, Falling Feather spoke earnestly.

"I promise you... even if I lose my heartbeat, I will still appear before you in three days."

That yi wu sound fell silent for a while, then emerged again, light as a feather.

"Forever?"

Without hesitation, Falling Feather replied.

"Of course!"

Though he couldn’t see Xiaoyu deep underground, he could feel the excitement in that yi wu sound.

Pale red tendrils emerged from the back of his hands, creeping slowly towards the joystick he gripped, as if invisible hands were holding his.

In just a few breaths, the pale red tendrils had merged with the cockpit’s controls and spread towards the cabin’s surroundings.

Falling Feather wasn’t startled in the slightest by this sudden change.

He trusted Xiaoyu wouldn’t cause chaos at this crucial moment.

And just as he’d expected.

The moment those pale red tendrils fully connected with the cabin’s machinery, an unprecedented sensation crawled over his entire body.

His consciousness sank down.

After that moment of dizzying bewilderment, he suddenly realized his consciousness had fused with the entire plane!

The plane’s forward-swept wings felt like his own arms; he could distinctly sense the airflow over the wingtips as if it were gliding past his own fingertips.

Flying planes for so many years, he had never experienced a feeling like today.

He was like a bird soaring between high-rise buildings, unfathomable maneuvers as effortless to him as breathing.

It was as if he wasn’t piloting Soaring Clouds.

He had become it!

"Holy shit..."

Experiencing this unbelievable and amazing sensation, Falling Feather’s heart was filled with even more surprise and delight.

He felt that his understanding of flight had advanced by an entire level, reaching the legendary realm of "union with the machine"!

It seemed as if it perceived the joy in his heart, Xiaoyu also called out, delightedly.

"Shit!"

Uncharacteristically not minding Xiaoyu’s foul mouth, at this moment, Falling Feather’s mood was completely filled with joy.

"Hahaha, you’re awesome Xiaoyu!"

"Yi wu!" (We are getting closer and closer to It; It has already discovered us!)

"Got it!"

Watching the skyscrapers whiz by outside the cockpit, Falling Feather unlocked the machine gun safety and his eyes fiercely locked onto a gray haze outside, his lips curling into an arc of high combat spirit.

"I’m ready!"

...

At the same time Soaring Clouds fighter arrived at the battlefield, a twenty-person squad from the Burning Corps had already glided through the edge of the North Second Ring Road and arrived at the center of Qingquan City.

This area, at the base of the spore clouds, was perpetually shrouded in an opaque misty fog, which even old players like Old Bai Fangzhang, who had been on the server since the wilderness era, had never seen before.

It’s less like a nuclear bomb crater and more like a sunken lakebed.

The rule that concrete buildings withstood the nuclear blast seemed to have utterly failed here. In the face of absolute yield and heat, the concrete in the central area, along with the steel rebar supporting it, was ground to powder, completely erased from this world.

The buildings in the center of the nuclear bomb crater seemed to vanish into thin air, without even leaving debris behind.

And the area around the crater was in total disarray, where collapsed high-rises were either cut in half or uprooted along with their underground parking and foundations!

Silence reigned in the communication channel.

After witnessing this scene, almost all players were so shocked they couldn’t speak.

Hands tightly gripping the glider’s handles, Fang Chang’s expression gradually shifted from surprise to gravity.

Unbelievably, even strategic weapons of such power were insufficient to completely erase the Lair from the surface of this planet...

What was eerie was that after passing the central inner circle of the city, they couldn’t see the traces of the sub-entities anymore.

Where had those little guys gone?

Just then, the intermittent voice of Falling Feather came through the communication channel.

"...Xiaoyu has already locked onto the location of the Lair; the nearest entrance is about 600 meters to the west of you, I’ve marked it on the map."

Old Bai, floating in heaven, slightly furrowed his brow.

"That thing’s underground?"

Affirmative answers continued to come through the communication channel.

"It should be; most of the spores in this area came from a well, Its body is likely buried beneath the ground. I’ll provide as much aerial support as possible, but I can only deal with the surface level."

Old Bai: "Copy that, you too watch out for your safety!"

Falling Feather grinned: "Don’t worry, I won’t come down until the very end!"

The signal here was poor, the communication intermittent.

Not wasting time on idle chatter, Old Bai confirmed the landing coordinates through VM and immediately led everyone over.

As soon as the group touched the ground, they immediately set up weapons in formation.

However, contrary to everyone’s expectations, evolutionary bodies didn’t flood in like a tide to engulf them; instead, the silence made them hesitate—had they come to the wrong place?

All around them lay the wreckage of buildings and the foundations of skyscrapers that jutted abruptly from the ground.

Piled up concrete ruins were like man-made hills, half-buried in the fine sand.

The feeling of standing on the ground and looking around was far more shocking than floating in the sky and looking down.

However, what puzzled everyone was that before landing, they had carefully scanned the area, but they didn’t spot a single sign of slime mold.

Not even a speck of mold!

"Where’s the well?" Quit Smoking asked in a low, tense voice.

Old Bai glanced around at the surroundings.

"Falling Feather said it’s nearby... let’s look for it."

Not being besieged by evolutionary bodies was ultimately a good thing.

But just then, Night Ten, who had been frowning the whole time, suddenly spoke up.

"Did any of you hear something?"

Hearing the jinx’s words, everyone paused, but they had no time to react before the earth-shaking tremor came from beneath their feet.

The fine sand began to sink downwards, carrying with it the nearby concrete debris.

Watching the ground cave in, Fang Chang’s face suddenly turned pale.

"Damn it—"

He finally realized why there were no sub-entities here.

The Lair was not hiding somewhere here; It had never hidden itself, but was right under their feet, having merged with the land—

They were standing on Its head!

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