Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 149 Haze Blocking Device
It's only been a day or two since I came out, and the Enluo base is no longer what it used to be.

The barracks are working day and night, calling for more people to fill the entire Enlos.

You must know that a soldier usually carries three or four family members. Except for the necessary combat readiness force, all the other population can be used to create production.

But in this way, the number of "souls" is also decreasing like running water. Even if there is a frontier army hunting down middle and low-level filth throughout New York, it cannot make ends meet.

Moreover, there are many dirty methods, and some are even weird and incomprehensible. The battle damage rate of the pioneering army has always been high, which is also a huge expense.

"There's a little too little left."

"Not really much."

Handing the fountain of wisdom to Dumbledore, He Gang sat down on the sofa in front of the latter's semi-circular desk, stretched his whole body, and let out a comfortable breath.

"I didn't expect Flushing to be so dangerous."

"Would you like some rum?"

"Is there any vodka?"

"Yes, I'll have the elf bring it over."

Dumbledore put away the container that was half full of liquid, and a small head protruded timidly from under the wide robe.

An ugly chick.

"It's called Fox, and it's a phoenix, but it's not grown up yet."

Dumbledore explained.

"Is it your old one?"

"No, this is a new one."

Dumbledore shrugged. He also used many potions and fruits that had a permanent effect on the body, and the dual attributes were greatly strengthened.

At least from a rather partial Baiyin to a normal Baiyin who is still biased, but whose dual attributes of the body are not so stretched that he can't see it.

After all, Dumbledore is too old.

The bodily functions have already aged badly, and even if they may still have life-extending treasures such as the Philosopher's Stone hidden in their hands, it is difficult to survive in this strange world full of infection sources.

So He Gang's investment in Dumbledore is actually the biggest.

Dumbledore has enjoyed almost all the buff consumables he himself used.

"The great filth we hunted this time, although the name is taboo is the mother of suffering, but in essence it is the root of the world tree in Norse mythology."

"I got a lot of good things from Him, maybe you can use them."

One by one, He Gang took out the weapons, props, and consumables he got from the Mother of Suffering from his backpack.

"This is [The Legacy of the Spirit of Nature], it is very suitable for the professor to use, and it is much easier to use than the resurrection stone."

"I've used the resurrection stone, but it can't really resurrect the dead. It's not a great alchemy creation."

Dumbledore was obviously a little bit duplicity.

In He Gang's memory, the old man in front of him once had a crazy pursuit of the Deathly Hallows.

[The Legacy of the Spirit of Nature] is a ring.

The dual attributes of 30 can make Dumbledore's physical fitness almost equal to that of a gold-ranked creature, plus the most important skills [Natural Healing], [World Tree Wrath] and [Mysterious Epiphany], and then get the [Scepter of Suffering].

After this set, Dumbledore can brush some platinum filth that stretches his hips alone.

Especially [Mysterious Enlightenment], when He Gang first saw this piece of equipment and this skill, he felt that it was the perfect fit for Dumbledore.

[Mysterious Enlightenment: Using any supernatural power, there is a chance of enlightenment of "authority". Although this chance is very low, the more enlightenment of "authority", the closer to the essence. When a "authority" is fully understood, the user It will ignite the myth, raise the throne of God, and become a myth. 】

what do you mean?
As long as he keeps using witchcraft, even if Dumbledore is only a silver-ranked mortal, he still has a chance to suddenly become a god-like existence of the mythical rank.

It's just that the chance may be... so low that it can't be looked at directly.

Otherwise, it shouldn't be some epic equipment, but a mythical equipment.

But hope is better than no hope.

Just like He Gang had been practicing magic with this ring on the way back, even though he exhausted his physical strength, he didn't see any changes.

But He Gang feels good about himself, and he is more than N steps closer to the gods.

"And this, [Haze Blocking Device]."

He Gang took out another exquisite instrument only a few centimeters high and made of colored metal.

【Haze blocking device】

[Description: The existence of haze is supreme, absolutely dark, absolutely evil, and absolutely depraved, but it is not absolutely a bad thing.Even those terrifying creatures that only exist in mythology dare not go deep into the haze, and even the most terrifying pollution effects cannot penetrate the haze and cause harm to you.

Effect: Placed in the geographical center of the city, after activation, the entire device will set up a transparent hemispherical non-substantial barrier capable of shielding and purifying pollution from outside the sky, and dispel the active haze within the barrier. 】

"We haven't seen sunlight in a long time."

Dumbledore stroked the little pyramid.

There was a glint under his glasses.

"Perhaps not seeing the sun is the best choice."

He Gang muttered softly.

He also thought of the sun's rays radiating from the eyes of the Mother of Misery. Even some Royal Crusaders would be polluted into a pool of shapeless flesh and blood and retain their own will when they touched this light.

It's hard to imagine that if such a thing suddenly appeared in New York, where there are all ordinary people without even a single supernatural power, what kind of scary scene would have appeared at that time.

Send a screenshot of the description to Dumbledore as well.

"Haze, it's weird."

He Gang pointed to the sky, then picked up the vodka sent by the house elf and drank it in one gulp.

Nothing feels.

His physique is too strong, and alcohol can hardly affect him.

"He is vicious and dark, but he doesn't care about us, just like a human being doesn't care about an ant nest on the side of the road."

Dumbledore quickly guessed the reason,

"You mean...he...is conscious?"

"It's about the same. I not only suspect that the haze is a bit... I also wonder if there is something ghostly staring at us outside the celestial body outside the haze."

Even though he was hiding in Westminster Abbey, He Gang still felt a clammy chill until a huge phoenix patron saint filled almost the entire room.

"Since this thing was exploded by the Mother of Suffering, perhaps something can be obtained through the torture of those souls, at least to know what the Mother of Suffering has to do with the sun."

He Gang pulled Dumbledore,

"We brought back a lot of that kind of filth, and left them all outside the city. Wait for you and Hart to try to read the will of those souls that have not yet fallen."

He Gang would not use the haze blocking device until he knew what the hell was in the sky.

In case the haze is covered, it directly causes a mythical or even more terrifying monster to descend, and the entire Enlos will be destroyed in an instant.

(End of this chapter)