Chapter 526 Ethan, are you awake? Get up and spread the fire!
The **** must overturn, the black hawk must fall, the important characters will definitely not be able to finish the clues before they die, and the villain must be forced to rely on him before killing the protagonist.
If you ask me whether these scenes are cliché, they must be cliché.
You ask me whether these bridges are easy to use, and they are definitely easy to use.
As an experienced player, especially a veteran player of horror games.
Seeing the scene in front of him, pew's first reaction was not to panic, but to instinctively want to smile.
Although the middle plot was not shown due to Ethan's coma.
But this situation is enough to explain everything——
There was a problem with the escort. They were attacked by some unknown creature, maybe a zombie or a fungus.
The escorting soldiers in the car were all gone, and his wife and children were also missing. He was the only one left at the scene.
and-
“There’s no gun…”
Getting up from the snow, pew couldn't help but complain.
The classic terrifying start of Golden Wind.
It was a pitch-black night, the cold wind rustled through the dry shrubs, and bits of snow hit our face, making this strange and thrilling night even more desolate.
Pew picked up the flashlight that fell next to the soldier's body, couldn't help but wrap up his clothes, and walked cautiously deeper into the path in the bushes.
The footsteps made a slight sound as they stepped on the deep snow.
I have to say that after three technological upgrades, Golden Wind has now reached a state of perfection in terms of the overall quality of the game.
Especially this sense of immersion.
With the joining of Huanmeng and the implementation of Yiyou’s second generation full-sensory assistive technology.
The immersion of the entire game has reached a whole new level.
Not only does the snowflakes hit my face, but the cold air carries me. This direct feeling is delicate and real.
Even the dry branches scratching through the clothes and the step-by-step vibration of the snow are no different from reality.
The ultimate presentation of the five senses makes people feel like they are really in another virtual world.
No wonder Fantasy CEO Walker publicly stated before the game’s release that “Resident 8 equipped with Fantasy VI’s reality augmentation technology will bring somatosensory gaming to an unprecedented level.”
What you said is true.
Speaking of this, pew couldn't help but think of Yunwei's "Endless Undercurrent".
Comparing the two, we can only say that Golden Wind still “knows” how to play games.
Where did Yunwei's "Endless Undertide" take place?
A huge abandoned spaceship.
And the entire process was conducted in this spacecraft.
In this way, although the map structure will vary from map to map, the overall environment will not change.
There are always metal floors, metal walls, and metal roofs, and there is a cold **** smell everywhere.
Golden Wind obviously knows better than Yunwei what its own advantages are and how to give full play to them.
The opening is just ten minutes long.
First, let the players experience the warmth in the warm villa. The sofa is soft, the floor is warm, and the daughter’s little body is soft and cute.
The next second, as Chris's team launched a surprise attack, the window was broken, and the icy cold wind howled into the room, breaking the warmth and peace.
And now.
The **** was attacked, and the armed assault vehicle overturned in the snow-filled forest. Ice-cold snowflakes slapped the player's face, and the snow under his feet was enough to cover his ankles.
The rapid scene changes in just ten minutes drag players from the warmth and peace into the cold and lonely hell.
This perception is extremely large and complex, even chaotic.
but.
With the support of augmented reality and full-sensory assistive technologies, players’ feelings are processed in an orderly manner, mixed but not chaotic, and meticulous. People can’t help but marvel at the power of these dual technologies.
Obviously, compared to Yunwei, Golden Wind has better control over the application of its own technical power.
Technological improvement is certainly important.
But more important than technical improvement is the perfect application of it into game works.
A good horse with a good saddle, no matter how hard-blooded it is, needs to be appreciated by Bole before it can be used to its fullest potential.
And so to say.
The success of Golden Wind seems to have been destined for a long time.
After all, gameplay is their top priority from beginning to end.
Thinking about it!
pew also moved forward along the path in the dark jungle.
Passing through a small house with a strong PT atmosphere, time also transitions skillfully.
Pushing the door open and walking out again from the hut, the dark midnight has passed.
Shrouded in thick fog, the dim light of morning outlines the outline of this desolate village blocked by heavy snow.
Standing on the cliff, the fluttering crows flew across the gray sky and flew towards the village.
Shrouded in dry dark jungle, low villages are dotted across the basin.
On the distant mountains, there is a huge old castle, as if suspended in the air, standing in the cold fog of the swamp, a bleak, dark, strange and mysterious place -
Looking at the mysterious village under the dusk, a familiar breath rushed to his face. The strange shock made pew take a deep breath of dry and cold air.
And among the barrage, there was also a soft uproar—
‘Holy shit, now it’s really translated into the Taiwanese version, it’s really the Castle of Evil Spirits’
‘It feels a bit like a mansion in Biochemical 1…’
‘Wait, this composition, this picture, this atmosphere...? ’
‘Yes, indeed…(bushi)’
‘Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ’
‘Ethan, are you awake? Get up and spread the fire! ’
‘It’s broken, we went the wrong way, we’re in **** Lothric! ’
‘I’m **** laughing...’
‘This composition is really soulful, it feels like you’re back in the Middle Ages instantly’
‘Just ring the bell’
‘The Four Heavenly Kings and the Four Salary Kings are matched up, and Resident Evil is the modern version of Soul! ’
‘Hand sanitizer (×) element bottle (√)’
‘Too grassy…’
‘…’
“This opening is too outrageous,” pew couldn’t laugh or cry when he saw this:
"At this time there should be a reminder on the ground - there is a wonderful view ahead..."
However, teasing is all about teasing, pew also took steps and once again embarked on a journey to find his wife and daughter.
As he walked forward, his shoes made a squeaking sound on the snow.
pew The further we walked, the more we felt something was wrong.
So quiet.
There was no movement at all in the entire village, and quiet was not even enough to describe this kind of silence.
The whole village seemed to be dead.
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pew couldn't help but let out a nervous breath.
Classic Gu-style psychological fear.
Obviously, there are people living in the village, and even before sunset, there are still people active, otherwise the footprints would not be so clear and profound.
But the question is—why is there no one now?
Or to ask more bluntly - when are these "people" going to jump out and beat me up?
With a nervous mood, pew followed the country road and entered a house.
Although the room is simple, it is not dirty, just a little small and cramped.
However, just when pew was about to walk around the room, looking for any supplies that could be collected.
簌拉.
Suddenly, the door curtain of the back room seemed to move and made a slight rustling sound.
The sound was very small, but in such a dead environment, it stood out.
pew couldn’t help but feel excited!
“Ward—?!”
Turn around and look!
As a gust of cold wind blew in from the door, the corners of the door curtain were gently fluttered.
ification
pew breathed a sigh of relief and secretly cursed himself for being suspicious.
It looked like the cold wind was blowing the door curtain.
Crunch—
Crunch—
The shoes made a squeaking sound on the wooden floor. Pew walked slowly towards the door curtain, stretched out his fingers and slowly picked...
Bang! !
The moment the door curtain was opened!
A huge gunshot suddenly erupted!
"A generous gift! A few Seths! Farke! Farke squid! Farke—!!"
The screams of pew followed closely, and the soul was almost scared away!
However, the door curtain was opened, and there was an old man holding a shotgun inside. He seemed to be nervously guarding against something!
Open the door and kill!
The classic malice of the old thief Gu Sheng!
I should have thought of that!
In an instant, the somatosensory cabin was filled with pew’s fragrant breath and incompetent rage.
Yes.
Today's Golden Wind has become extremely proficient in understanding and shaping horror.
They no longer simply pursue newer iterations of fear forms, but skillfully integrate various horror elements to create a completely unpredictable and unknown horror experience for players.
In other words.
In the horror game of Golden Wind, you can never predict the form of the horror scene in the next second.
It may be just a simple ancient door-opening kill, it may be Lisa's lights-off psychological fear like PT, or it may be a chase and oppression similar to escape.
Over so many years, Golden Wind’s exploration on the road of horror has already allowed them to master the methods of horror expression.
All the players can do is to give up their predictions, lie down and wait for the fear of the golden wind to come.
After all, Gu Sheng has absolutely no control over the player's mind. The more he thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes.
“Oh, don’t eat the sour radish...this shot will kill you so much...”
pew was almost kicked out of the somatosensory cabin, patting his chest and breathing heavily.
I heard the gunman opposite and asked cautiously:
“Who are you? Why are you here?”
"I?"
Pew spread his hands to show that he meant no harm:
“My name is Ethan, Ethan Winters. I’m here to see my daughter. Are you—?”
However.
Before he finished speaking.
ifier
Suddenly, the uncle stepped forward and covered his mouth.
At the same time, a blood-curdling scream suddenly sounded outside the window!
The uncle’s expression suddenly became extremely frightened:
“Here they come, they’re coming! Do you have a gun, boy?”
“What?”
pew is confused:
"What's coming? Are they...villagers? I don't have anything, I'm just an ordinary citizen..."
Hearing this, the uncle looked him up and down, then took out a small pistol from his waist and handed it to him:
“Take it, they’re about to…”
Not finished yet!
As if he sensed the approaching danger, he shot at the window with his backhand!
Bang—! !
The gunfire rang out again, which also made pew a little panicked, and he hurriedly raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it out the window!
For a time, the whole room was filled with a tense atmosphere!
pew and the uncle were back to back, vigilantly guarding their surroundings!
And the next second!
Crunch—
Sudden.
pew heard an inaudible and subtle noise coming from the roof behind him.
"above!"
With an exclamation, pew turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at his head, trying to remind the uncle that there was something above his head!
But before his voice falls!
Boom—crash—! !
Suddenly, the low roof of the hut shattered!
Pew turned around and saw a dry arm covered with white hair, close to his face, and grabbed the old man who was back to back with him!
Following—
Hurrah—puff—! !
The old man was taken to the attic in the blink of an eye, and there was a heart-wrenching sound of skin and flesh tearing apart!
The pattering of thick blood gurgled out along the dark hole.
pew only felt a wave of cold air, running along the soles of his feet, all the way up to the sky, and his hair was blowing up!
A scream!
“Damn—! Master—!”
“You should have left me the shotgun, you old man—!!”
(End of this chapter)