This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 91: Blame Yourself for Having Too Long a Skill Animation

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Blame Yourself for Having Too Long a Skill Animation

The spotlight on the battlefield had been completely stolen by the "Mosquito."

If nothing unexpected happened, he was undoubtedly going to be the MVP.

As the fuses behind the wooden "beehive" were all ignited, fifty wooden rockets, carrying heat waves, tore through the night sky like fiery meteors falling from heavens, and bombarded the Looter’s position.

One kilogram of "Black Powder" wasn’t terrifying. If it didn’t land right next to them, it would probably only give them a scare.

However, fifty rockets carrying one-kilogram warheads launching simultaneously was a completely different story.

These wildly inaccurate rockets were even more numerous than the people lying here!

A total of fifty kilograms of gunpowder rained down on the enemy’s trenches within three seconds, and the explosion’s roar nearly shattered the Looters’ eardrums.

Perfectly interpreting that saying—

As long as the quantity is sufficient, quantity itself is a quality!

Billowing smoke instantly burst open, and thick pine trees, as thick as thighs, were blasted apart.

Falling bark, wood chips, and ignited sparks flew chaotically across the battlefield, scalding the lying villains who rolled on the ground in desperation, scampering with their heads covered.

Even if only a few were killed on the spot, the chaotic scene was enough to cause desperation.

Conversely, the players in the trenches were full of excitement, their faces lit by the reflected glow of the fire.

"Mosquito rules!"

"Damn! Katyusha!"

"Bullshit, this is called Katyusha? At best, it’s a swarm."

"Hahaha, awesome!"

The rockets hitting the ground became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

The Looters’ morale instantly collapsed.

Unable to hold the crumbling position any longer, they fled from the fiery shelters, not caring about the squad leader’s scolding shouts, nor able to hear them.

No one knew when the next bombardment would come, or what else lay in wait behind them.

Like a group of terrified rats, the Looters desperately threw away their projectiles, not caring whether they hit enemies or comrades, and scattered in a crazed run for their lives.

And as they abandoned their position and scattered in chaos, a shrill whistle suddenly pierced the forest.

One after another, figures eagerly leaped out of the trenches and dugouts, brandishing their weapons, and pounced on the fleeing Looters like ravenous wolves.

"Ula!"

"Kill!"

"For the Alliance!"

"Ora ora ora!"

"Aooo aooo aooo!"

The shouts of killing were like a tsunami, rendering the "fight to the death" command pale and unnecessary.

Upon hearing the whistle, the players were like wild horses breaking free from their reins, seeing the fleeing Looters as walking trophies.

Startled by the barbarity of these "Blue Jacket" players, the Looters encountered barbarians even more savage than themselves for the first time.

No.

They weren’t even human.

They were like "Eaters" that knew how to use guns!

"Mommy!"

"Get out of the way, don’t block my path!"

"I surrender! I surrender, don’t kill me!"

"Boss... we can’t hold out here any longer, we need to retreat."

"Damn it!"

Comrades fell down one after another; those who didn’t were playing dead on the ground. "Bear," attempting to break out towards the northeast direction, quickly realized he was left alone.

Carrying a hundred pounds of "heavy armor," he couldn’t run fast; with bullets whizzing past in chaos, he dared not discard his armor to flee. Gritting his teeth, he had to retreat while fighting.

Such a large target was far too conspicuous on the battlefield.

He scrambled up, but before he’d made it a hundred meters, he was targeted as a "high priority target" by the eager Blue Jackets who surrounded him with excitement.

Bear was both shocked and furious, as the Blue Jackets seemed to have no fear of death; no trace of fear could be seen in their eyes, and they paid no mind to the casualties of their companions.

He watched as he raised his hand and fired two shots, shattering an approaching skull, only to be swiftly approached by two more, howling as they thrust forward with two long lances.

The double-barreled shotgun was powerful, but with only two bullets in the chamber, there was absolutely no time to reload at such a close distance.

Left with no choice, Bear had to abandon his hunting gun and block the two lance heads with his breastplate. Then, with a sweep of his arm, he grabbed and easily snapped the two long lances as if he was tearing apart cotton.

"Roar!"

His face twisted into a ferocious roar, attempting to intimidate those surrounding him with his fierceness.

Any regular survivor would certainly be terrified by him.

However, the ones standing before him were not ordinary people but a group of players who lacked martial ethics. Although startled by the sound, they were far from being frightened into immobility.

Instead—

They grew more excited?

"Fuck?!"

"This BOSS is fierce! At least a Centurion!"

"Someone come and help!"

"Got it! I’ll flank; you guys hold him off!"

Bear’s face was filled with shocked rage; the attitude and response of these people were insulting to him.

He drew the long-handle battle axe from his back and hacked repeatedly, driving the approaching Blue Jackets back, but these fearless Blue Jackets still relentlessly pressed forward.

At that moment, Bear suddenly sensed a dangerous aura and turned his head sharply to the side, only to see a man with a severe expression standing there.

A deer skin jacket hung from a branch nearby, fluttering in the north wind.

Strapped to the man’s body was an exoskeleton, with a huge long-handle warhammer standing in front of him, his hands casually resting on the handle.

The look in the man’s eyes was challenging.

As if to say to him—

"Want to try?"

With a sneer curling the flesh at the corner of his mouth, Bear’s expression was fierce.

"Heh, let’s try!"

He was never afraid of anyone in a test of strength.

Even an exoskeleton had to bow down before his prodigious strength!

As the NPC teammates watched their own members and the Looter BOSS lock eyes, seemingly triggering a key part of the story, the players also started to cease their eager advance.

Seeing that the Manager had no intention of involving them, the players, it was better to watch the scene play out from the sidelines.

If they were accidentally hurt in the mix-up or killed by the plot, that would be a major loss. Many among them had witnessed the Manager’s hammer, as explosive as a shell.

"Fuck, Jess Dano’s hand?"

"What Jess Dano’s hand, can that hammer fire? Clearly, it’s Poppy’s!"

"What are you talking about? Isn’t it the Fool’s hammer brother?"

"...Fuck off!"

"..."

Zzz, this bunch of sand sculptures.

All the atmosphere brewed especially for you has gone to waste.

Forget it.

It’s irrelevant anyway.

Chu Guangning, intent on a quick resolution, didn’t waste words and directly maxed out the output power of the exoskeleton. He then adjusted his grip, with his thumb resting on the B Mode button.

Fully prepared, Chu Guangning stepped steadily towards Bear.

Watching the man approaching full of openings, Bear’s mouth cracked into a wicked grin.

He didn’t know where this man got the confidence to challenge him to a one-on-one, but he wouldn’t miss this perfect opportunity.

Intuition told him that as long as he could control this guy, he still had a slim chance of survival!

His right foot scraping against the ground, the Bear’s legs suddenly exerted force, charging at Chu Guang like a real brown bear roaring.

Admittedly, that full-body protective armor did look quite imposing. Especially when charging, it was like a fully powered tank, making the Earth itself seem to tremble faintly.

"Coincidence."

"My hammer is meant to smash tanks!"

B Mode—

Activate!

Under high pressure, the nitrogen gas compressed into a thin layer, adhering to the curved surface of the armor.

Chu Guang stepped forward, swirling his warhammer with all his might.

Watching the hammer coming down slowly, a cold smile appeared on the Bear’s face. He lifted his battle axe and swung it out.

He seemed to already see the cumbersome and comical hammer being knocked away like a baseball hit by his battle axe.

However, what the Bear never expected happened.

The moment his battle axe touched the hammer, it was as if something exploded. His axe blade was blown into spinning and flying backward.

The base of his palm throbbed painfully, while his finger bones felt as if they were going to split apart.

Clutching the empty axe handle, the Bear was utterly stunned, having no clue what had just happened.

"Goodbye."

Regaining control of his warhammer that had been swung wide open by the recoil, Chu Guang grinned and didn’t give him any chance to catch his breath. With all the strength of a blacksmith, he swung out again horizontally.

Dragging along the reconstituted nitrogen armor, he brutally hammered it into the Bear’s chest!

Boom—!

In the blink of an eye, with no time to react, the Bear was hammered and sent flying.

His two-meter-tall body was like a cannonball, smashing a pine tree behind him as thick as a man’s thigh.

"Ugh... cough."

Gushes of fresh blood surged out of his mouth, countless bones broken throughout his body.

The Bear’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his chest.

The steel plate, as thick as a thumb, which originally bulged outwards, was smashed open and caved inwards! Even the dragon bones that secured the armor pieces had snapped!

What on Earth was it?

That force was definitely not human!

No, this was not simply the result of brute strength!

Watching the man coming towards him with the hammer in hand, a rare trace of fear emerged in the Bear’s eyes.

Extending his nearly fractured hand, the Bear clenched his teeth and snapped off the steel plate that almost crushed his ribs, struggling to stand up from the ground.

Like a wild beast cornered, his eyes bloodshot, harsh breath visible as white vapor, every cell in his body seemed to tremble.

Suddenly—

When his emotions peaked, the Bear felt an unprecedented sensation surging from his chest throughout his body, coursing through every blood vessel, every inch of bone, every muscle, and skin.

His broken ribs seemed to heal in a flash, his blood flowing rapidly, feeling an unprecedented clarity and comfort.

At the same time, thick hair started to grow wildly on his body, gradually covering him entirely.

The surrounding players exclaimed.

"Fuck, is this BOSS evolving?!"

"What the hell is happening?!"

"Has it gone moldy?!"

Awakening!

Remembering rumors he had heard, the Bear instantly understood what was happening to him and joy burst within him, an ugly, twisted, maniacal laugh appearing on his face.

"Hahahaha, all of you are—"

Before the word "dead" could escape his mouth, the whooshing warhammer thundered down on the top of his head.

The explosion of nitrogen had obliterated his brain, shattering his skull and pressing the fragments into his chest cavity, leaving a pasty white smear and blood drenching his back.

The bear’s body swayed and softened, and his huge frame knelt straight onto the ground, slowly leaning to one side.

The players watching the scenario beside him were all dumbfounded.

"Damn!"

"Our Manager has no honor in combat!"

"To attack before one has even transformed!"

"Hahaha, love it, love it."

"But seriously, is the scenario considered complete now?"

"There must be something fishy about this native, probably related to the upcoming expansion pack. Just wait, there will definitely be more to come, but not today—the guy’s dead as a doornail."

Chu Guang slung the warhammer onto his back and took a piece of paper out of his pocket to wipe off the "crumbs" hanging on his exoskeleton and collar. Looking down at the corpse on the ground, his eyes showed not the slightest bit of pity.

"Go repent in hell."

If you were to blame anyone, blame it on the fact that your skill animation took too long.

But dead men don’t talk and naturally, they couldn’t respond to him.

The Looter forces collapsed like a house of cards.

Especially with the death of their leader, the remaining Looters still resisting also threw down their weapons and gave up all resistance.

A total of 82 players participated in the battle; 7 died, 3 were seriously injured, and 11 sustained minor injuries.

There were 56 Looters in total, with 27 of them dead, 10 seriously injured, and the rest with minor injuries.

All the seriously and slightly injured were captured, none of these lackeys escaped the combined tracking of Perception-type players and Agility system players.

This battle was a great victory!

But that being said, this battle was the bloodiest since the beta test began, and the only one so far to have casualties.

Although the players were all exceptionally gallant and fearless during the charge, the desperate resistance of some Looters, along with the random bullets on the battlefield, still caused a certain number of casualties among the players.

Especially that "bear".

Of the 7 dead players, 2 were killed by him.

In addition, two of the serious injuries were also his doing, one of whom had an arm chopped off, resulting in direct disability.

Without a way to reattach limbs, they could only persuade this newbie player to log off, save his Gene Sequence, and toss his maimed body into the Active Substance Extractor to be melted down and reformed into a new body...

"I don’t want it! I don’t want to be ’out of bounds’! I feel like I could still be saved!" Makabazi kept yelling.

"Alright, alright, the Manager said there will be a pension for you. Your equipment will be stored for free for the next few days; I’ll bring it back for you."

"Damn! Don’t you dare take my stuff."

"Do I look like that kind of person?!"

Watching their seriously injured comrades being knocked unconscious with bricks by these Blue Jackets, who then stripped them of their clothes and gathered the captives next to the brick kiln, the faces of the prisoners showed fear.

These guys...

They are simply devils!

All the bodies, friend and foe alike, were loaded onto carts and taken to the morgue at Outpost Base, waiting for the next steps in processing. As for the prisoners, Chu Guang temporarily incarcerated them by the riverside at the brick kiln, surrounding the area with torches, and assigned several players to guard them.

Perhaps because of the experience accumulated from several previous group battles, the post-battle processing was done quickly and smoothly.

Looking at the bulky figure being carried onto the stretcher, Chu Guang pondered in his heart that perhaps the body of this brute alone might provide a whole unit’s worth of Active Substance.

However, more intriguing to Chu Guang than the Active Substance on his body was what exactly was this sudden growth of body hair?

Could it be some kind of special ability?

Like an atavistic reaction that occurs at the brink of extremity, leading to an increase in all attributes.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Lucky that the Talent he had unlocked was somewhat normal—if he had to grow hair all over his body every time he used an ability, Chu Guang would rather not have that ability at all.

Leaving a part of the players to clean up the battlefield, assist the injured, and watch over the prisoners, Chu Guang gathered twenty more elite players who still had the strength to fight. He addressed them, saying,

"The enemy’s main force has been annihilated! Their homes are left with only the old, the weak, the sick, and those poor souls they captured."

"Advance!"

"It’s time to end this War!"

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