Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 27 Church 【Westminter】

Dementors are not afraid of this filth.

To be honest, it is also a kind of special filth. After all, it is born from a gloomy and desperate mood, and it is absolutely impossible to be killed. It doesn't look like a normal creature.

But it also cannot use the Unholy Cross to build churches at all.

He Gang has tried this.

"Speaking of which, you are considered an advanced monster, can you try to kill them all with a sliding shovel?"

He Gang waved his hand at the dementor.

He was carrying Dumbledore, who was twitching crazily, especially since the latter was still whispering and talking in his sleep, making it very difficult for him to move.

Of course, the dementor just turned his head towards Hong Kong.

The latter doesn't even know if it's looking at itself.

The deformed dolls, who were no taller than the waist, surrounded them, and they began to let out high-pitched laughter, trying to pull the dementor's robe.

But they soon discovered that this was just a futile effort.

Because the dementor does not actually have a physical entity, its whole body is composed of an unknown magical element, which is not affected by any physical actions.

So they set their target on He Gang, who looked a little more annoying.

But no matter it was Hongxing Erke on his feet or Hai Lan's family on his body, they were all enchanted with dozens of layers of holy light.

Let's put it this way, let alone these little deformed dolls with a strength of only 0.5, even if they are surrounded by hundreds of night-gaunts, they can't even think of tearing He Gang's clothes.

Not only that, when the pale and decayed human arms of the deformed dolls, or the fragile wood and plastic arms, or the claws of some kind of animal have not touched He Gang's clothes, there will be a violent burst of holy light Come.

Several deformed dolls who made this move were torn to pieces by the Holy Light.

The gray-white chunk of flesh fell from the sky and hit the head of another deformed puppet with a bang, its air bangs were stained with mucus.

"Scan progress: pollution progress 79%."

Dumbledore could hardly hold on anymore.

His body began to become extremely cold, like a dead man, and his ten fingers even began to secrete mucus and began to evolve into octopus tentacles.

Must act quickly.

He Gang squeezed into Central Park.

Naturally, with his enormous strength, he could easily squeeze away the giggling and whispering voices of these puppets.

But there are too many of them.

"Use Molotov cocktails."

He Gang said to himself.

But as soon as he said that, the deformed puppets scattered in the blink of an eye as if they had seen a scourge. Some fled into the surrounding high-end residential buildings, and some fled into the central park.

In just a few minutes, the block entrance became quiet again.

"So simple?"

He Gang staggered.

Because these deformed dolls have rational existence, they know fear and what death means to an individual.

But their characteristics are destined to bring more and more deformed dolls who inherit the souls of Manhattanites to gather here before September.

The soaring soprano ends.

There are also hundreds of deformed dolls hiding in some corners and shadows. They can't help making clucking sounds, their eyes glow red and they are still looking forward to Shakespeare plays.

But in the consciousness of these little things, although the incendiary bomb didn't know what to say, as soon as they heard the name, a huge danger would emerge.

They are greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

But he has an almost crazy pursuit of Shakespeare's stage plays.

"It seems that the skill has not been triggered."

He Gang ran into the park with Dumbledore on his back.

He was always worried that something bad would happen.

But it is not a problem to keep such a large group of thousands of filthy individuals at the gate after all, let Dumbledore wake up and let him set off a fire.

He Gang thought so.

Fiendfire is something that can burn all substances, including reinforced concrete. When the time comes, just use the torch to clear the vicinity of the park.

Once and for all.

Just build the base directly in Central Park.

He kicked away a nest of night-gaunts whose tails were somehow tangled together, screaming and not even bothering to make a whale call. They were just busy fighting, and rushed into the largest open space in the place.

"I specifically avoided the Bistard Fountain and those four damn distorted sculptures this time."

He Gang set foot on the sheep grassland and began to select a suitable piece of land to build a church.

The Bethesda Fountain is the centerpiece of Central Park, He Gang knows that thing, built in 1873 to commemorate the soldiers who died at sea during the Civil War, and Bethesda is named after a biblical story about a pool in Jerusalem Because of the power given by the angel, it has the effect of healing.

Who knows what the pools of this world do, maybe they're springs with the Loch Ness monster hidden in them.

Of course, the sheep grassland that was used to herd sheep in front of me is not a clean place either.

Dozens of strange figures that looked like upright goats fled wretchedly to the edge of the grassland after noticing the intrusion of the uninvited guest. They found a piece of lawn with a gap and squatted their buttocks inside, feeling that they would not be seen. Then began to observe secretly.

He Gang didn't bother to take care of them.

Anyway, this ghost place hasn't been quiet since he entered the dungeon.

It's a big deal and it will be cleaned up slowly in two days.

He found a place by the water that looked good in Feng Shui and stuck the Dirty Cross into the ground.

Then activate its church building effect.

Just like 3D printing, starting from the foundation, and then quickly going up layer by layer, the holy light similar to that used by He Gang began to escape from the church being printed.

In less than 10 minutes, a huge Gothic church that seemed to be made of white marble and black steel with many bamboo shoot-like spikes rose from the ground.

Surprisingly, He Gang could actually see the properties of this thing.

【Westminster】〖Gold〗〖Building〗〖Ancient God〗

[Description: Using the Dirty Cross, the spirits that have been summoned from a certain church for hundreds of years with the expectation of the lamb, these spirits were hidden in the "meme stop" by the omniscient and omnipotent Lord, thus escaping the fate of being polluted.

Effect 1: Absolute pure land. No power from "memetic blocking" or any filth can enter the church. This is authority.

Effect 2: Summon a team of angels, number 6, loyalty 100%, led by an archangel, they will exist forever in the world, and the initial level is 1, this is one of the few remaining military forces in the kingdom of heaven, now they It's yours.But the premise is that you must sacrifice "pure soul"*7.

Effect 3: Every time you rebuild the church, it will change its name and consume the "spirit" of the mysterious area completely sealed with the key of the foul cross. 】

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