On the battlefield, the shock wave of the explosion dispersed the spore cloud that filled the sea of corpses, and on the street made of concrete fragments and bent steel bars, a tank nearly 10 meters long and 3 to 5 meters wide appeared majestically!

Garbage who was crouching behind the explosion-proof bunker repeatedly rubbed his amber eyes with the back of his scaly hand, his eyes full of disbelief. "What the fuck?!"

He wasn’t the only one who was shocked. Quit Smoking and Tomato Eggs squatting not too far away couldn’t believe their eyes either.

"Slime Mold Tank?!"

"What the hell is that?!"

It looked like a tank, but it had no gun and no tracks. Its black and angular body gave off a sci-fi feel, but the dark red Slime Mold crawling all over its body and the fat tentacles dragging on the ground made it look like a centipede carrying a turtle shell.

Standing upstairs, Chu Guang frowned, staring intently at the monster in the drone footage. The faces of the officers beside him also revealed strange expressions.

"... Is that the Federation’s tank?" Vanus gulped.

Chu Guang, who was wearing his exoframe, took off the Gauss rifle on his back and asked casually, "Have you seen it before?"

"... I haven’t seen one, but it’s clearly driven from downtown."

Chu Guang didn’t speak. He aimed silently before pulling the trigger.

A flickering electric arc flashed in the tuning-fork-shaped barrel in an instant, and the spike was blasted out like lightning, hitting the front armor of the tank.

However…

This time, the armor was not damaged. The concrete wall on the side was blasted to pieces, exposing the steel skeleton inside.

Failed to penetrate?

Chu Guang frowned.

This bizarre effect made him feel that the spike that hit the tank at 5 times the speed of sound did not leave even a single scratch on the target.

It was as if it bounced off the moment it touched the armor!

And the reaction of that tank also corroborated Chu Guang’s guess. The tentacles under the chassis slowly squirmed, dragging this fusion of flesh and steel forward.

It was now only 200 meters away from the front-line!

Chu Guang made a decisive decision and ordered, "Anti-aircraft guns, use 20mm armor-piercing shells, and target the enemy’s tank."

"Fire!"

At the same time, 2 quadruple anti-aircraft guns deployed on one side of the building quickly lowered their muzzles and fired a salvo.

8 20mm armor-piercing incendiary shells rained down in the air instantly. The ferocious firepower struck the tank in the blink of an eye!

The crashing sound came from the front and the side armor of the tank, and the Slime Mold Tank obviously came to an abrupt halt. However, the raindrop-like intensive attack still failed, and the shells bounced off the thick armor. The debris flew around the battlefield.

One of the bounced-off shells slammed into the front of the concrete explosion-proof bunker, causing Garbage, who was crouching behind the bunker, to shrink back in fright.

"Dang..."

"Don’t you think that the armor of this monster is too outrageous?!" Quit Smoking who was squatting next to him said.

"It’s probably a tank from the pre-war era!" Gale not far away said solemnly.

Night Ten swallowed, "The peak combat power in the game settings..."

Although after 200 years, the surface of the armor was slightly weathered, it still did not affect its absolute advantage over modern weapons.

In fact, not just 20mm guns. Even if it was replaced by a modern tank main gun with a penetration depth of 800mm, it would probably still be difficult, let alone the RPG on his back.

No… It wouldn’t just be difficult. It would be nearly impossible!

Night Ten suddenly realized that if he referred to the background setting of Wasteland Online, there was something he had seen that was similar to tanks.

Tanks like the M1 and Leopard 2 might not be better than Panzer IV and T-34 in front of it. They might not even be better than the Renault FT and Mark I.

Although there was no gun and shield, it did not affect its performance.

The Slime Mold hidden inside seemed to use it as a mobile cover, using the hard protection of the armor to advance toward the players’ position.

Although he didn’t know what would happen if it got near the front line, Night Ten didn’t want to try it.

The fat tentacles dragging under the chassis made him feel physically uncomfortable after reading a lot of science materials online.

"Armor-piercing shells are useless, we need high-explosive shells," Old White, who was staring at the front of the position, said suddenly, "Look at its chassis!"

Night Ten subconsciously looked toward the Slime Mold tank, and saw that although the armor was intact, the tentacles under the armor were obviously injured.

Even though it was still advancing, it wasn’t as fast as before.

Obviously, the commander had also discovered the change. The quadruple anti-aircraft guns were immediately ordered to replace their magazines, and soon they fired a second salvo!

Dense flames poured down the side of the Slime Mold Tank, turning into blazing fireballs in the next moment.

Although the flying shrapnel couldn’t scratch the armor, it scraped off most of the slime mold on the surface. It also injured the Slime Mold hidden under the armor!

The tentacles under the chassis were severely damaged, and many tentacles that didn’t retract in time were blown to pieces.

Losing its balance, the body of the Slime Mold tank suddenly tilted to the left, dropping on the gravel-strewn battlefield on the spot, unable to move anymore.

Leaning out of the explosion-proof bunker and looking ahead, Night Ten pumped his fist excitedly and couldn’t help applauding, "Nice job!"

It seemed that the Hive was intelligent but it was not very smart.

Although the thick turtle shell could prevent enemy fire, once it lost its ability to move, it could only stare blankly at an unreachable distance.

However, it still didn’t seem to want to give up on the creep-covered tank. Many worm-like red bacteria clumps soon emerged from the alleys. They crawled towards the broken tank, as if intending to repair those broken and destroyed tentacles.

They were trying to repair the tracks!

At the same time, in order to cover the broken down tank, the Tide launched a new round of offensive.

Mutants gushed out of intersections, alleys, and shops along the street like a tsunami, and rushed toward the players’ positions.

The new round of offensive broke out instantly.

The machine gunners who had already been resupplied stabilized the water-cooled Maxims and pulled the trigger immediately.

The machine guns unloaded countless rounds into the Tide.

Sensing the intention of those worm-like fruiting entities to repair the Slime Mold Tank, the anti-aircraft guns continued to light the ground around the tank on fire with 20mm high-explosive rounds.

Mortar shells fell one after another.

Every flicker of fire would take away countless mutants.

Under the dense firepower network formed by the cooperation of the players, the menacing clusters of mutants were like the wheat in front of the co-production harvester, falling down one after another.

In the face of absolute firepower, personal power was as small as a grain of sand.

Whether it was a Creeper or a Cruncher, it became a piece of meat rolling on the ground.

A small number of Tyrants covered with horned armor could withstand the 7mm bullets. However, when facing the concentrated fire of larger caliber 20mm Lance, or even 37mm Kontos, there was only one end. They were crushed by the red-hot bullets.

Garbage, who was squatting behind the explosion-proof bunker, watched the attack enviously for some time.

His claws couldn’t be coordinated like humans’ palms, and he could only watch from the sidelines when everyone else was shooting their targets.

"God damn it!"

"I want to delete my account and create a new one again!"

After changing the magazine, Night Ten took a breather and teased. "Don’t be like that. Your attributes are really awesome. It would be a pity to delete your account and create another."

Moreover, there was no way to create a new account.

Some people had consulted Light before, including a series of questions such as pre-making clones to save on the resurrection time, creating alternate accounts, and stuff along the loans. In the end, they received the same reply. Light mentioned that it wasn’t feasible with the current technical conditions and it wasn’t possible.

For such a huge game, the operation team obviously went through a series of careful and rigorous deductions, and after considering various situations, finally chose to adopt the current setting.

Judging from Light’s activity on the forum, he should still have a say in the development team. So if he said that it was impossible, it must be impossible.

Seeing that Night Ten was pulling his leg, Garbage rolled his eyes. "Having good attributes alone is useless. If you think it’s awesome, I’ll change it with you!"

Night Ten said with a smile, "Don’t wanna. Your character looks too ugly, and you don’t have a pee-pee. Only a fool will change with you."

"Fuck you, fuck you!"

You have a pee pee.

But can you even use it in this game?

Garbage was about to say something else, but a change happened on the battlefield.

A series of black shadows suddenly whizzed past the street directly ahead. They were accompanied by buzzing beeps as they crossed the collapsed reinforced concrete wreckage and pedestrian overpass, Eventually, they crashed into the floor where the quadruple anti-aircraft guns were located.

Explosions sounded one after another from the skies above.

The anti-aircraft guns that were still unleashing their firepower a second ago went silent instantly.

Garbage quickly looked up, his amber pupils constricted slightly. "Suicide Bombers?!"

No.

Those weren’t Suicide Bombers!

They were lumps of fungus the size of a lantern, which was thrown over by something. Some landed on anti-aircraft artillery positions, and some landed near the front line.

After landing, their bodies first contracted fiercely, followed by their stomachs swelling rapidly as if a chemical reaction had occurred. The next second, they would explode into a cloud of gray-green spores.

Although it was not as powerful as Suicide Bombers, it was hard to guard against!

Caught off guard, many players were injured or even died on the spot!

"Oh fuck!" Old White immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and shot at the strange new monsters overhead.

After being shot by the rifle, a few fungus lumps fell to the ground next to Quit Smoking, scaring him into Immediately getting down on the ground. But after waiting for a while, the fungus still didn’t explode, so he stood up again. "What the hell are those things?!"

"I don’t know..." Ample Time stared at the clump of fungus dripping black slime on the ground, with a solemn expression.

Upon looking carefully, there were 2 half meter long fleshy wings on both sides of this lantern-shaped fungus, which were constantly shaking like the wings of a dragonfly.

These thin wings were obviously not enough to support its body weighing 2 or 3 kilograms, but they were enough to allow it to fine-tune the direction of flight during its flight.

Ample Time revealed a shocked expression.

It can actually correct its flight path?

Meanwhile, in the headquarters, the shouts of the air defense position came from the communication channel.

"We’re encountering enemy artillery fire!"

Chu Guang asked calmly, "How many people are left?"

"3... Wait, another just died, only me and another teammate are left."

From time to time, an explosion or two could be heard on the communication channel. The player who spoke was panting continuously, and it seemed that he had also suffered serious injuries.

The same went for the air defense positions on the other side.

The unexpected long-range firepower caught the players who were operating anti-aircraft guns to suppress the Slime Mold Tank by surprise.

The Hive actually learned fire support theory?!

After listening to their reports, Chu Guang immediately sent reinforcements to the anti-aircraft artillery positions.

At the same time, 1 of the 2 hummingbird drones remotely controlled by Little Seven was sent to find out the source of the long-range firepower.

The images captured by the camera moved rapidly on the screen.

Soon, the source of the enemy’s firepower was exposed to the eyes of everyone in the command post!

There were 4 trucks parking about 800 meters away from the frontline position, next to a half-collapsed pedestrian overpass.

Like the tank, the bodies of the four trucks were also covered with dark red creep, and the degree of erosion was even more severe than that of the tank. On the backs of those four trucks, there were raised cargo boxes filled with squirming lumps of meat!

Those lantern-shaped flying insects were launched from those cargo boxes!

Chu Guang noticed that there were Crunchers and flesh-red worms constantly crawling into the trucks, providing them with the organic matter and energy needed to synthesize organisms in a self-sacrificing way.

Following the squirming of the meat in the trucks, the trucks let out a long hiccup-like noise. The next moment, more than 20 self-exploding flying bugs were shot into the sky.

While those flying bugs were still in the air, they would sometimes vibrate their wings to correct their flight paths before striking the player’s defensive position.

A trace of surprise flashed in Chu Guang’s eyes.

My goodness.

A suicide drone that automatically corrects its own trajectory?!

Those trucks can launch and produce them at the same time!

Blip’s Thoughts

Let’s pretend this chapter doesn’t have an ungodly word count