Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 121 Marching
The white phosphorous bomb burned, and the flesh was pierced in an instant.

The high temperature of up to a thousand degrees Celsius is enough to kill any filth that does not fall outside the category of conventional carbon-based organisms.

The same is true for the living flesh and blood named [Hungry People].

It's just that they still seem to be sane.

even know how to think.

These liquid-like aggregates cut off the wrists of a strong man in an instant, forcibly severing the limbs stained with white phosphorus, and disappearing in an instant along the corners, cracks and pipes.

The severed parts stretched out arms waving wildly like drowned people, with bloodshot eyeballs looking around on the surface, and screamed suddenly and sharply.

Then, it is burned into coke.

"This thing is probably the culprit that makes Flushing see no life. It's just hard to imagine how such a fragile and weak assembly can kill or expel those big filths."

He Gang frowned slightly.

Just imagine, the Statue of Liberty, the predecessor of the Statue of Deformation, is just a golden-level filth, which is so huge that it can easily destroy a city, and it also has a terrifying skill called "law" that can be called a filth bug.

Even though New York was still in Novice Village at that time, and the systematic protection mechanism suppressed the rank of the Deformation Goddess, even if it was five times weaker than the Deformation Goddess, these living flesh and blood would probably be difficult to deal with.

Unless they still have some weird characteristics that He Gang has not discovered.

"Divide 500 people into three formations, and keep vigil for one-third of the night until dawn. These things are hard to guard against, and the strong light must be kept shining."

He Gang said.

He, Diana, and Hancock returned to the center of the bonfire, and took out the raw meat to roast again.

"I don't know why, but the anxiety is still with me."

"Indeed, I always feel that the danger has not left."

Hancock echoed Ho's words.

His sixth sense has always been very accurate.

"Is this collection of filthy flesh and blood... somewhat similar to the natural disaster of flesh and blood you saw in Manhattan before?"

Diana said suddenly.

Half of her face was hidden in the shadow of the flickering fire, and she suddenly seemed to be smiling ferociously.

If you look carefully again, it's back to normal.

He Gang and Hancock glanced at each other.

Indeed, [When Dawn - Hungry People] has a very strong similarity with the natural disaster of flesh and blood.

But what to say...

The latter is obviously a super filth that may have a unified crazy consciousness, and whose level may reach epic or even legendary.

Thinking about it, such a thing should not have appeared in New York some time ago.At that time, the countdown was far from over, and the most common occurrences in the entire urban area were night dires with a level of five or six, or even two or three.

They are non-rated filth that cannot even be obtained with the black iron suffix, and they are incomparable to the monsters like the flesh and blood disaster and the heart Isos, which seem to come out of the myth to destroy the world.

As for [Daybreak - Hungry People], as a collection similar to natural disasters of flesh and blood, how can I say...

Judging from the appearance, it stretches a lot.

It doesn't have the horror of a natural disaster of flesh and blood that forcibly blends countless corpses into one, but just disturbing panic.

And although the wills of both are quite mixed, this [Hungry Man] is obviously unable to unify every part of the active flesh and blood.

Otherwise, those discarded flesh and blood parts would not burst out with the desire to survive similar to humans, giving birth to pseudopods to wave and grab something.

But in essence, the two are indeed quite similar in that they are a collection of flesh and blood.

All night.

Due to the night vigil, the spirit of the crusaders who accompanied them was not bad, but there were some dark circles under their eyes, and they wobbled a little when they walked, as if they had osteoporosis.

When the sky once again casts gray, lukewarm sunlight, the haze on the dome suddenly gave birth to chaotic and irregular organs, and countless pairs of eyes drilled out from the positions where the stars were, and then disappeared in a flash.

gust of wind.

Ashes like snow blew up from the east and fell next to the convoy.

"Clean up the flesh and blood and burn it with gasoline."

Members of the Pioneer Legion accompanied by formation yelled loudly.

They are generally required to stay in the cab during this time, and will only come out to assist in such aftermath work.

Most of the pioneers were half-orcs. These green-skinned guys were quite strong, and they could easily move hundreds of catties of flesh and coke aside.

After all, the higher the level, the higher the attributes.

"We are at most ten kilometers away from the mother of suffering, and this distance has already gone out of Flushing,"

He Gang pointed at the map,

"Should we wait for reinforcements from Travis?"

"They can fly in special environments and catch up without waiting."

Hancock hissed on the side of the road, punching a half-meter-deep hole in the asphalt.

Luckily, Diana was still sleeping in the car.

On the side of the road, there are still living flesh and blood that will gather at night to form [When Dawn - Hungry People], but during the day, their activity seems to be very weak.

It's almost like a dead thing.

"This thing may also be a product of the awakening of the mother of suffering, at least I think so."

Hancock shook the guy, lifted his pants and said.

He Gang shrugged, with an indifferent expression on his face:

"This thing is a bit weak. I'm afraid even if the Pioneer Legion encounters it, it will be able to retreat unscathed."

Indeed, the members of the pioneering army include almost every existing military type. The one who can cause fatal damage to this collection of flesh and blood is undoubtedly the Gog of Hell. This kind of low-level demon with beautiful appearance and hot body is actually He is a middle-class person in hell and can skillfully use almost all middle and low-level fire magic.

The convoy departs soon.

It was still He Gang's jeep that led the way.

Now, the ground is no longer flat.

A large number of traces of corrosion, a large number of broken stones.

It was like a bleeding alien empress walking past here.

And this alien empress has to be extra-large, dozens of meters high.

Fortunately, none of the cars in the fleet have super-high chassis, so they won't break down here.

"Look there."

Hancock pointed to the two buildings that collapsed and collided with each other and then supported them. In the shadow of the two buildings, two extremely huge groups of living flesh and blood blended and separated from each other like Jing and Wei.

It's just that every time they touch, countless mouths will appear on the surface of the body, biting a piece of each other's body fiercely.

"These things don't belong to the same camp?"

He Gang was surprised.

He had never seen low-level filth fighting before.

In contrast, most low-level filth do not kill each other, but only guard each other.

【boom--】

The car stopped suddenly.

He Gang looked ahead, but there was nothing.

Looking at the driver again, he was about to ask what happened.

But I saw that the crusader was still sitting in the front seat!
That's clearly a sticky monster with a slug head!

(End of this chapter)