This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 636: The Collapse of Hell!

Chapter 636: Chapter 636: The Collapse of Hell!

After listening to Brother Fang Chang’s near madness idea, Luoyu thought that this guy must be crazy from playing the Game.

However, upon further thought, he felt there might be some sense in what the guy was saying.

After all, this is a Game!

Rationally analyzing the situation, if they could have killed that thing with conventional weapons, they wouldn’t have had to wait for the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, as United Human would have done it long ago, and they certainly wouldn’t have waited two hundred years for them to clean up this mess.

No matter what, they had no better options at the moment.

They had to try it!

Thinking of the Titan he had seen in the air, overtaken by the "mutated slime fungus", Luoyu took a deep breath, calmed Xiaoyu’s nervousness, and looked earnestly at Fang Chang.

"What should I do to get inside?"

That enormous gaping maw continuously vomited out earth, the mud and construction debris sucked up from the depths nearly piling up into a small hill.

The electricity discharged by Night Ten would probably make it happy for a while, but the problem was the moment it stopped vomiting, it would definitely retract its mouth back underground.

The lair, having been duped once, couldn’t be expected to fall for it again.

A smile lifted the corners of Fang Chang’s mouth as he looked toward the Lingyun fighter that had been whittled down into a "stick jet".

He often mocked Mosquito Brother’s wild ideas, but he had to admit, the guy never skimped on quality.

Take, for example, this stainless steel fighter plane.

Even though its wings were completely bent, the main structure was still intact.

"Get in using this."

"Get in using this?!" Luoyu was taken aback and said in confusion, "How the hell do I get in with this?"

It would be miraculous enough if he could land the plane smoothly, let alone fly it again—if it could, Newton’s coffin would surely not stay put.

Knowing what Luoyu was thinking, Fang Chang had a completely different method in mind.

There was actually no need for the plane to take off again—

"It’s simple," said Fang Chang with a pleasant smile, continuing, "let Old White carry the plane and throw it into the lair’s mouth, and you just have to stomp on the throttle with your eyes closed."

A plane doesn’t have a throttle, what’s underfoot is the rudder pedal.

Luoyu looked bewilderedly at Fang Chang.

He suspected the guy didn’t understand how a plane worked at all.

But—

Upon further thought, it wasn’t entirely impossible.

The engine had not shut down because it was broken, and theoretically, it could be started if it hadn’t been damaged from the turbulence just now.

Luoyu tried to picture the scene in his head.

It felt like—

"It’s like a missile," Old White’s teasing summed up what he was thinking, and he couldn’t help but ask Fang Chang, "You sure this will work?"

"I’m not sure, only our ace pilot has the most say in this."

Fang Chang looked intently at Luoyu, waiting for his response.

Luoyu took a deep breath and slowly nodded.

"I can try... But this thing isn’t light, are you sure Old White can lift it?"

Even if he emptied the ammunition and the fuel was nearly burned up, and the wings were completely broken leaving only the cockpit attached to the engine, the remaining structure must weigh about four or five tons.

This weight is indeed light for a fighter plane, but it’s still a bit exaggerated for humans.

Could it work?

Luoyu looked at Old White, covered in blood, but the latter had a relaxed smile on his face.

"Let’s try, with the added strength from the Exoskeleton, it should be fine."

Seeing Old White nod, Luoyu didn’t hesitate any longer and nodded seriously.

"Then let’s give it a go!"

The three immediately set to work.

Fang Chang, holding a shovel, ran to the side of the gaping maw and laboriously dug out a makeshift ramp from the pile of vomiting earth.

Luoyu climbed back into the cockpit to check the fuel lines while attempting to start the engine again.

As he grasped the joystick, that strange sensation came over him once more; the entire plane seemed to merge with him.

At that moment, Old White walked to the rear of the plane, swung the Thermal Cutting Axe, and chopped off half of the remaining tail.

Sparks flew, severing the tail, and Luoyu, in the cockpit, jerked his shoulders, unable to help but shout.

"What are you doing?"

Old White, axe in hand, paused and scratched his helmet.

"Just trying to lighten your load... you don’t need it anymore, right?"

Luoyu: "..."

His words made sense, but how much could half a tail weigh?

Fang Chang’s shout came from the front.

"Move quicker! Night Ten won’t last much longer!"

"Roger that!"

Old White shouted energetically, hung the cutting tool on his Exoskeleton, crouched under the plane with both hands supporting its belly, and pushed upwards with all his might.

The Lingyun Fighter trembled violently under the force, as if having a seizure.

Old White clenched his teeth, his muscles tight and veins popping on his neck; his skin from brow to shoulder turned blood red as his feet sunk deeply into the soil.

That was nearly five tons of weight!

He was challenging human limits!

Feeling the seat’s high-frequency vibrations, Luoyu instinctively held his breath as if to lighten his weight; he silently cheered for Old White in his heart.

Fang Chang did the same, holding his breath unconsciously.

Time passed slowly, every second felt like a year, but other than the constant shaking, the plane didn’t move an inch from the ground.

Seeing the fuselage that still hadn’t lifted, Fang Chang’s heart was in his throat, and he frowned.

Was it still too much of a stretch?

"Maybe we should switch to another—"

Before he could suggest another plan, a loud roar cut him off.

"Aooo aooo aooo!!"

Boundary Breakthrough!!!

At the moment his talent was activated, Old White’s pupils swelled with blood vessels, and with hands supporting the body of the fighter plane, he gouged two palm-print dents into the pockmarked stainless steel exterior.

The Lingyun fighter, which had been reduced to a stick-like shape, was suddenly lifted by him.

With nearly five tons bearing down on him, Old White felt as though he was sinking into the ground.

But without a doubt, he had indeed lifted the plane with his own hands!

The exoskeleton’s joints whined under the strain, as if they could collapse at any moment.

His entire skeletal structure was the same, already pushing the limits of human endurance.

Without a pause, Old White strode toward the slope nearby, and at the moment of reaching the peak, he hurled the half of the fighter plane he held above his head into the abyss-like gaping maw.

"Go!"

With a roar, he sent Falling Feather on its last leg, and in an instant, his entire body’s muscles lost their power.

Staring into the black hole-like esophagus, amidst the swirling debris, Falling Feather clenched his teeth and ignited the engine, pushing the throttle valve to its maximum and at the same time slamming the usually untouched afterburner to the limit.

"Get in there—!"

A pale blue arc light sparked in the profound darkness, and the engine’s nozzle emitted a scorching blast of air.

The Lingyun fighter, already a wreck, once again started its engines, delivering its final thrust.

Pulled both by gravity and the force of the engines, the fighter plunged headfirst like a sharp dagger into the constantly thrashing throat of the lair.

"Wu—!"

Realizing the foreign object that had forced its way into its gullet, the lair howled in pain, like a throat choked on a fish bone.

However, no amount of expelling debris could contend with an engine capable of accelerating several tons of stainless steel to Mach three.

In a certain sense, the remaining half of the fighter had become an actual missile!

Within three seconds of the engine’s ignition, the flame at the nozzle flickered and died out, but for the already accelerating Lingyun, it had been sufficient.

Plunging headlong, the fighter, in almost a few breaths, shot down the lair’s twisted esophagus and plunged straight into the depths of its digestive system.

"What the fuck?! Falling Feather?"

Clinging to a tentacle, Night Ten exclaimed in surprise at the sight of the Lingyun fighter nosediving into the crimson chamber.

He was unaware of Fang Chang’s plan and was simply astounded by the lair’s supernatural ability to catch even flying objects from heaven to feed upon.

What a badass cheat code?!

Sand and soil filled the fighter’s cockpit, nearly burying Falling Feather, who obviously couldn’t hear what Night Ten was saying, nor was he in any position to care.

The lair finally seemed to grasp the anomaly on him and the threat he posed; countless tentacles attached to the stomach walls began to writhe like dancing pythons, then madly lunged at his seat.

Sharp tentacles clanged against the stainless steel frame, fortunately without piercing it.

His heart, which had been in his throat, settled back down, and Falling Feather focused, directing his attention to his surroundings, soon noticing Night Ten not far away, and called out joyously.

"Brother, give me a hand!"

"How can I help you?" asked Night Ten, bewildered as he clung to the tentacle.

Falling Feather quickly continued.

"Can’t you electrify? Think of something, see if you can deal with these tentacles."

Night Ten laughed helplessly.

"What the fuck, if I could do that, would I be hanging here?!"

Hearing this reasonable response, Falling Feather was left speechless.

But just then, an idea struck Night Ten, and he shouted.

"Wait, I’ve got an idea!"

"What is it??"

"Your fuel tank! Where is it?"

"It’s right behind my seat—"

Before Falling Feather could finish talking, Night Ten had already pulled out his pistol and aimed at the section of the frame behind his buttocks, firing two shots.

Startled by his sudden movement, Falling Feather laughed bitterly.

"I swear, brother, this is made of stainless steel; you shooting it with a pistol is a joke, right?"

Not to mention that a pistol couldn’t pierce through; even a rifle would be helpless!

"Cough... I was just giving it a try."

Night Ten awkwardly put the pistol away, reached into his pocket, and felt a coin, his heart suddenly filled with joy.

"I’ve got it!"

Although it was his first attempt, the operating algorithm was already written on the chip.

Recalling the operation method that a Class D researcher had repeatedly insisted upon, Night Ten placed the coin in his mouth and freed his right hand to aim at the upended Lingyun fighter, meanwhile using his thumb as an aiming guide.

Watching him, Falling Feather was suddenly taken aback.

"What the hell are you doing?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, blue electrical arcs flickered around Night Ten’s arm, followed by a whoosh that skimmed past his cockpit.

Several tentacles instantly severed, spewing black mucus all over the cockpit.

The crimson flesh behind him was also punctured, and black mucus continuously flowed into the digestion chamber.

Stunned by the commotion, Falling Feather stared unbelievingly at the guy hanging from the tentacle.

"What the hell?! What was that just now?!"

"Heh heh, my railgun! Cool, right? Just the aim’s not great... Let me try again."

Saying this, Night Ten bit another coin in his mouth and adjusted the direction of his thumb’s aim.

The capacitors began to charge, and a crackling of static electricity emanated from his whole body, the tentacle he was holding spasmed as if electrified.

As the wobbling "railgun" readied to fire, Falling Feather’s heart nearly leapt to his throat, and he couldn’t help yelling out.

"Could you please aim more accurately—"

This time, without waiting for him to finish, Night Ten released the silver coin he had been biting near his mouth and let the tumbling coin land on the magnetic track formed by the blue electric arcs.

Time seemed to slow at this moment.

The blue electric arcs were like a slingshot drawn taut, and at the instant the silver coin hit the track, they unleashed a terrifying force.

The silver coin, accelerated to several times the speed of sound, was like a cannonball as it slammed into the midsection of the Soaring Clouds fighter plane.

The fuel tank was pierced through in an instant.

The clear fuel fluid flowed along the outer shell of the cockpit, down to the bottom of the digestive chamber.

Seeing the remaining fuel level dropping continuously on the dashboard, Falling Feather felt a surge of joy in his heart.

"Success! Hang on, don’t ignite yet, let the fuel leak for a while!"

Although the remaining amount of fuel in the tank was not much, there were still around a hundred liters left.

Seeing that the gauge had stopped falling, Falling Feather fumbled out a signal gun from the emergency box under the seat, aimed it directly beneath the nose at the puddle of fuel, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

A signal flare, burning with red light, shot out of the barrel and struck the puddle of fuel with perfect accuracy.

Accompanied by a burst of dazzling red sparks, the fuel, mixed with the black slime, instantly sparked a flame, and in the blink of an eye, it spread into a sea of fire.

The tentacles that were coiled around the plane, ignited at their bases, thrashed violently in the flames as if electrocuted.

Taking advantage of their preoccupation, Falling Feather, enduring the thick, scalding smoke, squeezed out of the damaged hatch just before the flames engulfed the fighter plane and leaped toward the edge of the sea of fire.

Almost at the same moment his feet touched the bottom of the digestive chamber, the sprouting flames entered the fuel tank.

The explosion’s blaze instantly swallowed the tentacles, the surging shockwave struck his back, and pushed him forward with a jolt.

Night Ten, who had been watching the spectacle from atop the tentacles, was also knocked down by the blast, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Holy shit..."

Falling from a height of several meters, he grimaced in pain, but fortunately, his bones were made of titanium alloy, so after dusting off his butt, he stood up.

The entire digestive chamber’s tentacles were completely burned, and the pulsating fungal mass had totally lost the means to deal with them.

And after their uproar, the "stomach walls" made of crimson fungal blocks had also been largely burned into blackened charcoal by the flames.

For the Lair, whose body spanned several kilometers, such damage was obviously not fatal, but it was definitely enough to give it a hard time.

Especially at this critical moment.

A large amount of the nutrients within Its body were supplied to the newborn Xiya, making it unlikely that it could spare extra energy to heal the damage any time soon.

Now was the best opportunity to devour It!

The oxygen content in the digestive chamber gradually decreased, and the burning flames slowly extinguished.

Dragging his battered body, Falling Feather limped to a relatively intact side of the digestive chamber and placed his right hand on the throbbing crimson fungal mass.

Its contracting frequency betrayed a hint of panic as if it were desperately trying to expel him from here.

However, this was evidently in vain.

He had not come this far just to give up so easily.

Taking a deep breath, Falling Feather whispered softly,

"Please... Xiaoyu."

He heard its call, a gentle, inarticulate murmuring that drifted into his sea of consciousness.

Then, one by one, fine pale-red filaments began to ooze from the palm of his hand, spreading towards that scarlet patch of fungi.

It was just like piloting the Lingyun Fighter.

He felt his consciousness traveling along those pale-red filaments, gradually leaving his body and leaning forward.

Amidst the faintness, he seemed to hear that cry from the unknown depths.

Just as he could understand Xiaoyu’s inarticulate murmuring, he could also comprehend that furious shout.

"You are courting death!"

Feeling the surging emotions, Luoyu’s lips curled into an involuntary smile.

Indeed, it was quite amusing.

Death?

For them, the players, it was merely a matter of three days!

"Then let’s give it a try."

Feeling his defiant resolve, the Lair launched a silent roar of rage.

That roar was filled with disdainful contempt and anger at being offended by a trivial being, yet within that boundless fury and scorn, there also lay a hint of panic that was not easily noticed.

Although It had a leviathan-like gigantic body, It was not truly invincible.

Thriving on the abundant organic nutrients on the earth’s surface, It could resurrect from the ruins time and again, even evolving a terrifying resilience capable of withstanding nuclear strikes.

However, It now faced something other than nuclear bombs.

It faced a monster that had struggled to survive in incredibly harsh conditions for nearly two centuries.

The understanding of both parties towards assimilation, as well as their utilization of resources, was completely on different dimensions.

When It could not overwhelm Xiaoyu with its numerous offspring and powerful Evolutionary bodies but had to arm wrestle with him in Xiaoyu’s field of expertise, something neither It nor Xiaoyu had anticipated happened—

This being, akin to a god, was not as strong as It had imagined.

This being, as small as an infant, was not as easily crushed as It had thought.

It was like Its cancer!

That cancer, prepared for two centuries, tailored exclusively for It!

It seemed as if today’s script had been written many years ago, beginning the moment Floor B6 of Shelter No. 404 fell...

The scarlet fungi gradually lost their color, turning into a different, lively shade of tender pink and flesh.

In a matter of moments, the patch of fungi connected to Luoyu’s palm had changed color, creating a stark contrast with the rest of the agitated fungi.

The scarlet slime fungus rolled and waved its tentacles, trying to reclaim the lost territory, but no matter how much they struggled, even occasionally reclaiming an inch of ground, they could not stop the expansion of the pale-red fungi.

Witnessing this incredible scene, Night Ten involuntarily widened his eyes.

Not just him.

Even Luoyu, with his hand pressed against the fungi, was shocked by what unfolded before him.

He didn’t know he had this ability.

No, that’s not right—

This must be Xiaoyu’s special skill.

While he was lost in thought, half of the digestion chamber had already fallen into his hands, and his right hand had completely merged with the chamber.

The once invincible lair finally realized the threat, franticly pulsating the gut of the digestive tract, trying to clear the Variant that had invaded its body through other means.

It had to kill it!

At all costs!

Even if it meant cutting off that piece of flesh completely from its body!

Accompanied by piercing howls, severely underdeveloped Variants tumbled from above the digestive chamber, smacking onto the ground with plop sounds.

They had rounded bellies, arthropod-like heads, and underdeveloped wings.

Old players who had participated in the previous Tide were all too familiar with these creatures—they were the Suicide Flying Insects known to explode!

Watching Xiaoyu standing still on one side of the digestive chamber, the Variants were screeching as they prepared to pounce on him.

But before they could even stand firm, a series of rapid gunshots turned the dozen or so Suicide Flying Insects into a mess of fragments.

"I ain’t dead yet!"

Picking up a teammate’s assault rifle from the ground and emptying a clip, Night Ten quickly reloaded and aimed at the progeny falling from above.

Even though he had no idea what the plan was about, he knew that he must not let those progeny get anywhere near the Luoyu Brothers!

The lair, sensing a threat to its life, had gone completely mad, attacking its own gastric bands recklessly.

The two of them cooperated seamlessly.

One took care of the miscellaneous soldiers, while the other focussed on assisting Xiaoyu, devouring all the "Mutated slime fungus" he touched.

At that moment, the pulsating digestive chamber above suddenly contracted tightly, closing the cardiac orifice.

At this instant, the entire digestive chamber had completely fallen into Xiaoyu’s hands, fully becoming a part of his body.

Although it was just an organ, it connected to the whole internal circulation system of the lair.

Unless the lair stopped breathing altogether, it was now impossible to starve him to death by cutting off the influx of gases.

He even no longer needed to breathe on his own to get oxygen.

To support the consumption of this enormous body, the lair’s respiratory system was much more powerful than his own lungs!

"Please... just stop!"

Hearing that pleading voice from the depths of his sea of consciousness, Xiaoyu’s lips couldn’t help but curve up into a playful smile.

"Weren’t you saying that I was courting death?"

"..."

That silent silence made Xiaoyu feel bored.

Seeing that the lair didn’t want to respond to his mockery, he refocussed his attention on the "Mutated slime fungus," which were entangled and resisting him.

The offspring that had fallen into the digestive chamber were gradually absorbed by him, transforming into nutrients that strengthened him.

Including the players from the Burning Corps who had died earlier, they were all digested and absorbed by him, becoming part of his body!

As for Night Ten, forget it.

The guy barely had any meat on him, and he was still alive; Xiaoyu couldn’t bring himself to do it.

At that moment, a voice seemed to float from the depths of the universe, merging once more into his ever-expanding sea of consciousness.

This time, that voice carried a hint of pleading.

"Don’t... I don’t want to die..."

"What about those you’ve devoured? Did they wish to die?" Xiaoyu’s voice carried a hint of mockery.

But he didn’t hear any sarcasm in the voice.

The lair answered without hesitation.

"They... weak... ugly... filthy, being eaten by a more powerful, more perfect me, is the natural order."

Xiaoyu nodded, his face revealing a contented smile.

"Now that you’ve said that, I feel relieved."

Perhaps feeling that cheerful emotion, the lair, believing it had managed to survive, couldn’t help but express a fleeting joy from the narrow escape.

However, that joy didn’t last two seconds before it plummeted into an abyss once again with Xiaoyu’s next words.

"...Since you agree that it’s the natural order, I’m sure you’d have no complaints about being eaten by me."

"Can’t even digest something once it’s in your mouth, you’re really weak, huh."

The latter part was said by Xiaoyu.

As the two finished speaking, the pale-red tendrils wrapping the digestive chamber took the next step, beginning to spread through the lair’s internal circulation system.

Soon, the "cancer cells" he released spread throughout the lair’s body through the internal circulation system, delivering the final fatal blow.

The whole process went so smoothly that Xiaoyu himself didn’t expect it.

Not just him; even Xiaoyu, sitting on Floor B6 of Shelter No. 404, was staring with his mouth agape.

His power made it tremble, not daring to show its own breath in His presence.

Yet, Its own strength turned out to be so easily shattered!

No matter how you looked at it, the lair didn’t have enough time to evolve an "antibody" that could deal with them.

At this moment, It was like an emperor paralyzed on the dragon throne, with the power to command thousands, yet inescapably facing the unavoidable decline and death.

"No——" It screamed in despair, trying to stop the incomprehensible power coursing through its body, yet failing to halt its collapse.

As if hearing Its desperate wail, the spore cloud hovering above Qingquan City was churning like boiling waves.

Standing atop the immense wall of Giant Stone City, Yibers watched unblinkingly towards the center of the city, his face filled with disbelief.

The "Giant Tree," which had stood for over two hundred years, was actually collapsing!

That was a scene Lord Fang Ming could only dream of seeing, and he actually lived to witness it for that man!

He thought he would never get the chance in his lifetime.

After all, those foolish organic beings were so disappointing, always wasting precious time on senseless mutual destruction.

Yibers mumbled as if in a dream, his voice choked with emotion due to excitement.

"Incredible... they actually did it!?"

This unbelievable miracle exciting him even more than rivers of blood!

He had truly witnessed the Great Antler God!

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