Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 130 Counting Again, One More

That terrifying appearance actually made He Gang take two steps back.

But after all, in the end of the world where everyone died unexpectedly, I have been wandering around for a long time. Although there are always big bosses to take care of me, such as Professor Dumbledore's protection in the early stage, and Hancock followed closely afterwards, I have never experienced it. Too much grinding.

It can be seen that there are many weird and terrifying things that have been seen.

In terms of weirdness, which filth can compare to the museum incident that is still in He Gang's heart like a thorn in his heart, and he still shudders when he thinks about it all the time.

If it is bloody, what filth can compare to the natural disaster of flesh and blood that was forcibly mixed together by countless corpses. Many corpses on that ghost thing didn't even seem to be completely dead, hanging from the internal organs that had flowed out of the body, howling endlessly.

Let’s talk about horror. Whether it’s the Leviathan or the Heart of Issos, any of these epic or even legendary filths doesn’t have to be extremely terrifying.

Soon, He Gang regained his composure.

He pulled out the Gun of Longinus from the system backpack.

Although the gold-level weapon fragments can no longer keep up with his current fighting ability and fighting intensity, they are still fragments of sacred objects, indestructible, and even if they are bitten by the epic filthy Leviathan, there is no trace of scars.

He simply and neatly put on the props that he had harvested during this period to resist the invasion of filth, prevent swaying of sanity, and enhance spiritual strength. They jingled for a while, covered with gold and silver, and looked like a nouveau riche who suddenly became rich at the end of the last century. , the whole person looked jeweled.

"When you get back to the city, you should know how to share with others how the lord handles this matter."

He Gang took off a large gold chain with the words "Resist evil/chaos/dark camp power" and put it back into his backpack. This thing was really getting in the way.

He looked back at the more than 1000 people who were all looking at this side and said,

"I'm going to deal with this weird incident right away, so remember not to get close."

There are very few entertainment programs in the apocalypse.

The Enlos base has basically become a logistical support dedicated to the war, and the entertainment activities of the citizens are quite scarce. Most people can only go home from work and start making little people at 06:30 in the evening.

Under such circumstances, tidbits about famous people in the city have become the talk of the town.

And it's different from my big China.

Not only aunts and grandmas are involved, even some men who are bored after work at night are willing to move a small bench and listen to gossip while listening to gossip.

It should be said that melon seeds are a good thing.

Enlos also has this thing, and it became a special product and was summoned to this world along with some family members.

So if He Gang, dressed in gold and silver like a nouveau riche, was drawn by a crusader or monk who was good at sketching, and gossiped about him, the gossip would probably turn into something different.

Not to mention these.

He Gang walked carefully to the door of the carriage, and opened the metal door with a bang.

A faint light shone in.

Those crusaders still stared at him with bloody grinning smiles, their eyes staring straight as if there was no spirit at all inside.

"Every time you count, there will be one more head than the last time. What the hell are you?"

He Gang is not afraid. With the blessing of his whole body Leviathan suit, his dual attributes have already reached the strength of Hancock without the Longhua state, plus a lot of magic tools and props. The salmon hit a nuclear submarine in the sea, and it had to be smashed to pieces on the spot and turned into willow catkins.

Even in the face of conceptual filth, it is equivalent to the super-heavy land mouse type, let you blow it in the wind and rain.

He held the Spear of Longinus and counted again without belief. This time he kept paying attention to where there was an extra person.

Sure enough, there was one more after counting.

But I didn't see where this thing came from!
As if it was there.

"This situation seems to be logically confused, or it is memory tampering, and the system log will definitely leave corresponding clues."

He checks the logs.

Sure enough, there were several pages of newly refreshed information inside.

The time node is just the time to count the heads these few times.

"Your sanity is being affected, increase by 0.1."

"Your sanity is being affected, increase by 0.2."

"Your Sanity is being affected, reduced by 0.1."

"..."

……

There is a huge influx of information at every time node.

He Gang didn't believe in evil, and counted again.

This time, he paid attention to the log panel and the number of people changes at the same time.

But even though the warning signal was observed on the system log panel, another person was indeed added, but it was never observed where and how this person increased.

This added a touch of weirdness.

"You guys, can you still understand my words and give corresponding physical instructions?"

Absolutely silent.

These Royal Crusaders still looked at He Gang that way, but compared to just now, their eyes were even more forward.

What does it mean?
So, the way this conceptual pollution is triggered is to count the number of infected people?

But what about the triggering result?

He Gang is a little confused.

So far, it seems that no possible results have been obtained.

But he didn't dare to really go too far.

After all, the soldiers recruited by Enlos Continent are as flesh and blood and soul as any ordinary person.

If this carload of soldiers were used as guinea pigs, it would be impossible for the army to mutiny, but some rumors would definitely be inevitable.

After all, it is difficult for the initial loyalty of soldiers summoned by the barracks to reach 100%.

Of course, there are also ways to rescue these crusaders, such as the [Blessings of the Gods] in the [Persian Ancient Scriptures].

[Heal all injuries on the body, including but not limited to curses, absolute lethal events, "meme block" friendship, and provide 10% - 1% permanent bonus to all attributes for the rescued. The higher the basic attribute, the more become lower.Cooling time 10d. 】

But this skill is too precious.

The last chance to use it was given to a seriously injured and dying Angel.

And seeing that Diana, Hancock and the Persian condor Smoky were all helpless against the mother of suffering, Diana was even injured.

So this skill must be reserved to deal with possible crises.

Regardless of whether it is Diana or Hancock, the priority is several levels higher than that of the Royal Crusade.

In the end, He Gang is still determined.

He said to the team who were not infected outside, so even if they were counted many times, there would be no problem:
"This team has been completely infected, and I may kill them to rest their souls in peace... However, all soldiers who died due to infection will receive the status of martyrs, and their families will receive a very generous sum pension."

(End of this chapter)