Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 19 The Altar
[Dementor] 〖Bronze-level creature〗〖Magic category non-existent〗

[Description: It is one of the ugliest things in its world.Haunting only the darkest and filthiest places, they live in decay and despair, sucking peace, hope and joy out of the air around them.Even ordinary people without magical abilities can sense their presence.

State: extreme hunger, extreme physical comfort, extreme thirst, non-existence.

Rating: 9
Power: 6
Stamina: 10
Physical strength: Min
Sanity: 0〖The san value of non-existent creatures is always equal to 0. 〗

Talent 1: Sanity reduction (under control, all non-friendly units around will quickly drop san value, creatures with higher san value will drop faster.)
Talent 2: Immortality (Things judged as non-existent by the Ministry of Magic cannot be called living things. They are immortal, immortal, do not follow Darwin's theory of evolution, and emerge from despair like fungi. )
Skill 1: Emotional Perception (Passive. The more hungry the dementor is, the more sensitive it is to the emotion of fear. In the case of extreme hunger, it can even perceive the emotions of a beast with confused thoughts.)
Skill 2: Kiss (Dementor's Kiss, which works on all creatures with souls, fundamentally destroys the individual's Sanity value, and converts the Sanity value into its own nutrients. Theoretically, Dementors can grow indefinitely .)]

"When it killed the Lamian believers that night, it felt the fear of that thing."

Dumbledore said so.

The phoenix-shaped Patronus looms over the dementors in a haughty manner.

Although it seldom communicates with people, this strange creature shrouded in black robes for eternity does have wisdom and its own thoughts.

Someone who had completely turned them into allies like spears and swords was Voldemort.

Now, Dumbledore can do the same.

He communicated with the dementors in a strange voice, like a wind blowing from the bottom of an abyss.

The robe around the latter's body was shaking.

"I told it that as long as it cooperates with us, the souls of all creatures hunting here can be assigned to it as trophies."

Dumbledore waved the Patronus away.

Sure enough, even without the protection of the patron saint, the dementors did not dissipate those weird abilities that could lower their sanity.

He Gang carried the gun of Longinus with him.

The effect of exempting from an absolutely fatal event must be carried with you to take effect. Although this world is not too dangerous before the system countdown ends, it must be prevented before it happens.

For example, Nodens, the Lord of the Great Abyss, almost lost his mind even if he just silently recited his name and authority.

Perhaps like Lamia, He Gang suspected that his power was far more than what he showed. He was probably an existence that touched the field of "god", but his mechanism was not perfect yet.

Maybe if He Gang was still a child, the mechanism of Lamia would be triggered, and his eyes and sanity would be deprived in an instant.

"We can't be called by our real names."

Dumbledore reminded He Gang again.

Outside the shelter, danger is everywhere.

"That direction."

He said and followed the dementor.

It seems that it has been harvested.

You can't use your real name, this is one of the guidelines for going out agreed by He Gang and Dumbledore in the shelter.

The whole street is empty and clean too much.

There are only a few vehicles parked on the side of the road.

"The sun is going down soon."

He Gang glanced back at the west.

Every time the sun sets, it means that the countdown is one day closer, and it also means that the huge danger is getting closer.

"The dementors said that these believers of Lamia seem to have transformed from humans. Their mood swings are almost exactly the same as humans, and they can even regain their sanity occasionally."

Dumbledore was very tall, so he walked with an undeniable momentum. He clenched the wand tightly in his hand and said to He Gang,
"At that time, the Lamian believers seem to have an extreme feeling of despair and terror, and then try to kill themselves...but they never succeed."

"There can be no one here, Professor."

He Gang really wanted to tell the latter the truth about the 70 billion copies, but whenever this thought appeared, endless red would suddenly fill the sky from the east, which was already completely dark.

What's even weirder is that Dumbledore can't see the damn red at all.

It seems that even the secrecy priority of the system itself is nowhere near 70 billion copies.

They walked all the way through the gradually darkening streets, heading more and more northwest.

"There are some natural museums around here."

"I think Muggle museums are inferior to the wizarding world after all."

"I mean, the fossils in those museums have the potential to be contaminated and become filth akin to aberrated god statues."

He Gang explained, "We have to be careful, I've never dared to come around here before."

He remembered a movie he had seen before.

"Night at the Museum"

To be honest, as far as it is now, all the filth in this world has no goodwill or conscience.

Probably an evil version of Night at the Museum.

Carefully walk past the Natural History Museum.

The dementor stopped suddenly.

There was a huge intersection in front of it. The buildings on both sides seemed to be hit by huge things and completely collapsed, leaving only some steel structures still standing.

The afterglow shines through the broken and collapsed steel structures, and there are some broken shadows on the streets leading into the city.

He Gang suddenly felt a sense of desolation.

"Is that a... altar?"

Dumbledore spoke suddenly.

Following his gaze, He Gang saw a mysterious building in the middle of the intersection.

Crushed stone and steel form a huge disc shape, and a disgusting sculpture with no specific shape is lying on top of the altar.

"It seems to be all here."

Dumbledore said.

Dozens of Lamian believers surround the altar.

They lowered their heads, as if they were praying to a certain existence.

The face without facial features is extremely ferocious.

"It took no effort to get it."

He Gang said.

He yanked out his spear.

"They are calling Lamia!"

Dumbledore whispered.

(End of this chapter)