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Is This Really A Game? - Chapter 136

Published at 19th of May 2023 05:55:21 AM


Chapter 136

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Near the east gate of Wetland Park.

The firefight between players and mutants continues.

After Edge Paddle led the team to steal the head, he led the small team members to fight and retreat, and quickly retreated to the evacuation point on the adjacent street along the retreat route marked on the VM map.

It stands to reason that the general FPS game is almost cleared here.

But for an open world game like "Wasteland OL", the hatred value of a monster does not seem to depend on how far it is from its hometown, but in a real sense depends on how much it wants to tear you apart.

The mutants chasing Brother Edge didn't swarm into the ambush circle, but divided into three teams to outflank and enter.

And this also led to the fact that apart from the mutants who rushed to the street first, and the players who were ambushed here were caught off guard, the remaining two teams of mutants entered the battlefield almost full of energy and anger.

Fifteen against thirty.

Even if the players have the advantage in numbers, only twice the advantage is obviously not enough to fill the gap in levels and attributes.

The battle situation tensed up for a while.

"Hey! How thick is this mutant's skin?!"

"Two guns can't make a hole in his chest, do I have to hit his head to kill him?!"

"It's disgusting, it's impossible to fight without an anti-material rifle!"

"I'm afraid the anti-material rifle is useless. It's not a question of whether to wear it or not. It's just like wearing it. I think it should be a recoilless gun at least to send him to hell!"

After several rounds of cold arrows, the mutants gradually began to discover that these humans seemed to have no other means except for a few small water pipes.

There seemed to be no other reinforcements around either.

A ferocious smile gradually appeared on his face, and the mutants who were closer carried the hood and doors removed from the car wreckage as shields, pulled out their axes and short knives, and prepared to fight these skinny humans hand-to-hand.

Looking at the fallen teammate next to him, remembering the man's promise, Edge Paddle with a sad and indignant expression on his face, removed the VM from his arm, and stuffed it into the comrade beside him.

"Brother, this is my VM, take it back for me!"

The player froze for a moment and said blankly.

"F*ck? What are you doing?"

"I said that I would bring all the brothers back alive, but in the end, I was the only one left."

The more he talked, the more he felt ashamed, and his heart was full of sadness. The love gun that was almost covered with pulp was also stuffed into the hands of his teammates, and he picked up the spear on the ground.

"You retreat, I'm going to fight with these dogs--"

Before the words fell, there was a bang.

I saw a mutant soldier who left the bunker and rushed over, his head burst into a cloud of blood, and he fell to the side.

Seeing the sudden scene, the players squatting behind the cover and shooting were stunned.

"F*ck?"

"What happened?"

"Could it be that the planner brother got up to work?!"

The mutants who had just rushed halfway were also dumbfounded, looking at the fallen comrades in a daze, and fell into chaos for a while.

Where is the head? Why is it gone?!

Time did not stop because of the bewilderment of the two parties, and the sonic boom that pierced the air sounded like beans being thrown!

The metal projectile accelerated to Mach 5 by the electromagnetic rail burst out, and suddenly slanted from the side of the street like a storm.

The mutant fighters who rushed to the street were instantly turned upside down by the sudden firepower, with stumps and broken arms flying around.

Some mutants didn't even have time to howl, they were smashed into a sieve by the incoming mass bombs, fell into a pool of blood and stopped breathing.

Let alone flesh and blood. Even a homogeneous steel plate under 20mm is like paper in the face of this terrifying kinetic energy.

Seeing the four power armors coming out of the shadows, and the flashing arcs of the muzzles, the players squatting behind the bunkers looked straight.

"What the hell is this?!"

"Power armor! Awesome! It's the power armor in the setting set on the official website!"

"Are they allies?!"

"Probably? It looks like they are here to trouble the mutants!"

"The planner is awesome!"

"This is too handsome..."

Envious expressions appeared on the faces of many young players.

The streamlined ergonomic design, the angular breastplate and shoulder armor perfectly fit the violent aesthetics in their hearts.

And that amazingly powerful Gauss rifle!

These green-skinned muscular guys are like paper in front of it. To sum it up in one sentence, it's simply too awasome!

"No bragging, I bet this group of people are at least level 30!"

"Not necessarily, what is strong is equipment, not human beings inside it, give me the whole set, I can do it myself!"

"Blow it up! But then again, there seems to be no level limit for wasteland OL's equipment?"

"I read in the settings that some weapons seem to have attribute requirements, for example, the hammer of Manager has a high demand for strength...at least in the settings."

"What do you think will happen if you hammer the breastplate of the power armor with Manager's hammer?"

"Emmm...ask the planner."

The battlefield turned into a one-sided massacre.

The players had already stopped firing, and stood aside to OB, completely handing over the dominance of the battlefield to this group of friendly troops who suddenly entered the battlefield.

Their little water pipes don't help anyway. It's better to save some bullets and watch the plot.

In the middle of the storm, instead of retreating, the aroused ferocious mutants roared and charged towards the four power armors. With their muscular arms swung out, stones, javelins, and axes were all greeted. go up.

However, in the face of thick homogeneous steel plates, these attacks are no different from scratching an itch, only making a rattling sound on the armor.

It's like cavalry attacking tanks head-on. The reckless behavior of these mutants hastened their demise.

"Did the muscles grow into the brains of these beasts? It's okay to attack these survivors, but dare to attack the power armor?"

Watching the ax bounce off his chest, a marine grinned, pulled the overheated barrel out of the rail, inserted a new one, and pulled the trigger to continue firing.

"Hahaha, I agree! The green-skinned monsters on the east coast at least know how to put two useless steel plates on their chests!"

Less than three minutes after they stepped into the battlefield, more than half of the mutants were killed or injured. The streets were full of stumped limbs and bloody corpses.

The battlefield is brutal! The fighting basically stopped.

Oliver raised his right fist to signal his teammates to cease fire, and was about to step forward to check the situation of his allies.

However, at this time, a sudden change occurred! Under the shadows beside the street, suddenly there was a violent roar.

I saw a green-skinned muscular guy with a naked upper body, standing up with an iron bucket in his arms, and swung it forward violently.

With the most primitive brute force, he threw the iron bucket and anger at the iron lumps who slaughtered his teammates.

Fuze burned out! The iron barrel stuffed with explosives exploded in mid-air!

Although the suddenly violent mutant was smashed into a sieve by the reacting soldiers in an instant, the billowing smoke and shrapnel still swallowed the nearest power armor.

The flying shrapnel obviously couldn't damage the armor at all, leaving only some small scratches. However, due to the angle problem, the shock wave of the explosion still shook the marine soldier's shoulders.

"Ahem——"

There was a messy cough on the comm channel.

The marine soldier, who was stunned by the bombing, staggered out of the smoke, his Gauss rifle was on the ground, his right hand was pressing on the uninjured helmet, and he shook his drowsy mind vigorously.

The teammate next to him saw this and went up to help him.

"F*ck...brother, are you okay?"

"He's fine, I guess he's out of breath."

"Go... f*ck you! Cough cough... I feel like I need to see a dentist."

"Dentist?"

"Maybe it's coelenterology. I suspect he was taken aback and swallowed the gum he was chewing."

"Shut up!"

After scolding his teammates who made jokes, Oliver stretched out his hand to grab the comrade who was involved in the explosion, squeezed his shoulder to make him look at him, and said seriously while staring at his helmet.

"Are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath, the soldier nodded.

"I... can do it!"

"Very good!"

Patting his shoulder armor, Oliver nodded affirmatively, then raised his right fist and swung forward, making an offensive gesture.

"Keep going!"

"Let's get rid of all the bedbugs before the sun goes down."

"Not one left!"

...

Far away.

Lucius, who watched the screen through the drone, ordered Popo to capture the wonderful moments, while commenting on the combat effectiveness of these people.

"...It seems that this power armor is not completely invincible. I thought it would at least be equipped with a nitrogen shield, or something else on it."

"However, it is also very strong to be able to withstand dozens of kilograms of explosives at this extreme distance. Humanoid tanks are a bit exaggerated, but humanoid armored vehicles must exist."

The mutant technology tree is basically black powder, and the explosive equivalent of black powder of the same mass is only about one-fifth to one-seventh of that of T-N-T.

Neglecting the influence of other factors such as detonation speed and explosive burning speed, the power of the attack just now is probably comparable to the power of 5-10 kilograms of TNT. This power is not small.

"If there is a conflict, I think... 10 kilograms may not be enough, but 50 kilograms equivalent of T-N-T is definitely enough."

For these allies in the honeymoon period, Lucius gave a high evaluation in his heart. At this point in the battle, there was basically no suspense.

Under the cover of an observer, four power armors advanced along the alleys among the abandoned buildings, and neatly eliminated mutants' ambush in the alleys and ruins.

Maybe it was because he was being affectionate, maybe it was because these soldiers were pretending unconsciously, Lucius always felt that they were showing off to him.

But it doesn't matter. Lucius wished that they would be more beautiful, and it would be better to bring out the full performance of the power armor, so that his game CG could be more explosive.

"Popo, get closer to them, stick to them from the upper left, let the camera rush in with them, and shoot with the momentum of hitting people with the ball!"

"Ah? Do you still have to lean over? But I'm worried about accidental injury from stray bullets..." And what kind of momentum is the momentum of dribbling and hitting someone.

Popo was busy going over the wall to look up information on the Internet in another world, but the information she found was actually hundreds of gigabytes.

I can't understand it at all!

"It's okay, you watch the film, anyway, if you break it, ask them to pay for it!" Lucius said without hesitation.

"Okay, okay..."

Looking at the Powered Armor that jumped five meters high with the help of the vortex engine, easily crossed obstacles and landed steadily, Lucius was envious, and at the same time order cameraman Popo to take some close-up shots of those big brothers.

This mobility is really awesome! The equivalent of a Humvee flying down an alley.

What kind of RPG are you afraid of if you have this jumping ability?

I'm afraid I can run after the RPG!

Hey, I really want to make one!

In just five minutes, the battle outside the mutant camp was over, and the remaining sporadic resistance was just a dying struggle.

Commanding Popo to raise the camera again, looking at the power armor that broke into the mutant camp, Lucius, who had enough material, had an expression on his face that was still unfinished.

"It would be great if there was another long-range tactical nuclear strike."

Popo said weakly: "But, won't that accidentally injure your players?"

At this time, the players have entered the alley near the mutant camp.

It's not to support allies, but mainly to pick up heads. A corpse of a mutant can be exchanged for a lot of money!

Does it matter if you kill yourself? Anyway, NPC will not compete with players for credit.

Lucius didn't care about the behavior of those little players. The corpses of mutants can also be used, and there are quite a lot of active substances produced.

At the same time, a light blue pop-up window was printed in Lucius's eyes.

【 Mission completed! 】

【 Requirement: Destroy the tribe of mutants on Street 76. 】

【 Reward: 200 reward points. 】

...

"The area is cleared."

"It was confirmed that 47 mutants were killed...a lot more than the information provided by the friendly forces. And these beasts also blew up the brain of one of our guys. I think they should give us some compensation."

"Get out... If you dare to mention my brain again, I will put my fist in your mouth!"

"Hahaha, calm down, I was just joking."

The soldiers occupying the camp were bragging and farting on the communication channel, but Oliver ignored them this time. They really needed to relax after going through a big battle.

All mutants have been wiped out, not a single one was left alive. Rather, these mutants didn't give them a chance to survive.

From the time they entered the fortress, those green-skinned monsters in strange costumes in the camp rushed towards them like crazy.

However, this is of no use. In front of Gauss rifles, not to mention their muscles, even their wooden stockades are like paper.

They drove the remaining mutants to the east side of the camp, which was probably the chief's tent, or something like that. Then they fired at the inside until the gun barrel clamped by the magnetic rail burned red, and then they stopped firing and went in to make up the knife.

And mutants don't need to be kind. They haven't done a single good thing for two centuries.

"Captain, come and look here..."

"What have you found?"

"Some interesting things... you will know when you come and take a look."

Hearing the voice of his comrade-in-arms, Oliver, who was explaining the situation on the front line to the Pioneer 10 kilometers away, immediately walked towards the marine.

In front of the two of them was a spacious wooden house. The door of the house was wide at both ends and narrow at the middle, with barbs hanging from the eaves, like the mouth of a monster. Inside the room are displayed parts from some prey, including bear claws, deer heads, two-headed dogs, and human hands.

The mutants have a peculiar tribal culture. They don't know how to worship blood and violence, and they have unique feelings for the alien species in the wasteland.

They will not eat the whole prey, but will keep a part of the prey, half of which will be smeared with the juice containing copper sulfate and nitrous acid, as a collection of trophies, and the other half will be thrown at the gate of the camp or outside the wall as a treasure. A tribute to the gods in their hearts... although most of these tributes end up being eaten by rats, cockroaches and the like.

It's kind of like an altar for loot here.

"Is there anything worth noticing here?" Oliver glanced at the situation in the room, with a disgusted expression on his face.

If he could, he really didn't want to stay here for a second.

"Yes Captain... I found something strange here."

Saying that, the marine hit the light on the helmet on the floor.

Oliver looked along the light, and saw a deep, deep bloodstain on the wooden floor.

Looking at the shape, it looks a bit like drag marks from a corpse.

"This is a bit like a place of sacrifice, where the mutants slaughtered their prey, and then dismembered their prey—"

"Well, you don't need to say it, I know how they do it."

Oliver frowned, walked forward, and stepped on the floor made of whole wood with his right foot.

There seemed to be something wrong with the voice coming from beneath his feet.

There was a slight movement in his heart, and he stepped forward with his right foot, directly stepping on the log in two.

Really! The floor below is empty.

Oliver followed the same pattern and broke a few more pieces of wood, and shot a beam of light to the bottom, and what he saw was a tunnel full of strange symbols carved on the wall.

"...There is still a way?"

The Marine Corps soldier walked to his side and compared the pre-war map in the database and said.

"Your current location should be the central flower bed of the community... Judging from the concrete structure below, this underground passage should have been built before the war."

So those symbols on the wall are left by mutants?

"Where do you think this tunnel leads?"

"Sir, I don't know, but based on experience... there are only certain special shelters that need to be hidden under flower beds."

Oliver thought for a moment, and quickly made a judgment.

"Let's go down and have a look."

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