Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 45 The Giant Baby
That invasion of the brain is still there.

As soon as the patron saint left, he seemed to fall into endless fantasies instantly, even bringing those terrifying babies to cry.

"It would be great if this was a world invaded by alien beasts. My power of over 100 is enough to become a beast king."

He Gang joked with Dumbledore.

Indeed, quite a few people just fell into the world dungeon where beasts mutate. Generally, golden giant beasts with more than 100 strengths are the Beastmasters of an area.

In fact, even in this world, more than 100 strength attributes are enough to serve as a wave of high-level thugs in the filth.

But if you want to command the heroes or something, you'd better wash up and sleep.

Curse, spiritual invasion, brainstorm, memetic death, old days, false gods...

Power is not the only thing in this world.

Sometimes it may even be the messenger of disaster.

Unlike Hancock, his biological sequence is "Messenger", and his talent has the immortality of the soul. It is difficult for most filth to pollute his soul.

As for He Gang, he is just a mortal.

To be honest, the biological sequence should be one level lower than Dumbledore's "Mortal Spirit", after all, the latter is still a pure-blooded wizard.

There is no talent, and the skills are only [Holy Light] given by the system. Such a body has more than a hundred strengths, which is very good.

Maybe it was polluted by some kind of weirdness one day, and turned into rotten meat wriggling on the ground.

"Take it and we'll move on."

He Gang said to the death knight.

The latter then strung the headless, still thrashing Lamian follower to the spear and opened the way ahead.

"It's a little too quiet around here."

Hart said.

He finds it a little unusual. Judging from the observations of the past two days, "filth" is not something that can be calmed down.

Their spirits have been polluted and plunged into endless madness, and nothing can unite them, and nothing can drive them.

Even if it was the encirclement and suppression of a skeleton team, those hordes of filth didn't have the slightest hidden meaning, they wailed and made an uncomfortable sound like the echo of the abyss, rushing from all directions.

But He Gang patted Hart on the shoulder.

他 说:

"You are too nervous, Hart, our only enemy is Lamia."

Anyone and anything, as long as they are in it, they should maintain due respect for the fog.

Although it often looks like a dead thing, life is definitely bred in this weird phenomenon.

Talking loudly, calling out each other's real names, carefully conceiving a real high position, and exploring the truth of the world are absolutely not allowed.

Even more harshly, He Gang originally wanted to use the ecstasy spell every time he entered the gray mist, so that his mind would not think about any other issues except the mission goal.

Because whenever he was thinking in the gray fog, some weird and strange inspirations would always flood into his mind.

But Dumbledore dissuaded him.

Although this phenomenon is abnormal, it is not dangerous. On the contrary, it can sometimes have inexplicable effects.

"Warning all around, we are already two kilometers away from the [law] range."

He Gang whispered instructions to the death knights around him.

The originally bustling buildings around them are now rapidly dilapidated under the influence of endless pollution sources. Some buildings even have a huge face with no eyeballs and no lips, twisting and expressing pain.

These occasional faces just stared at He Gang and his party condescendingly.

Their empty eyes were stuffed with gray mist, and some fat worms crawled out of these eyes and crawled in again.

Disgusting.

But according to Hancock, apart from New York, there is no such gray fog that can animate dead things, it is specific, and it is also a manifestation of some kind of filth.

This also made He Gang breathe a sigh of relief.

God is sorry, if several nuclear bomb launch bases are contaminated, they will die on the spot.

The countdown labeled [Lamia's Wrath] had been cleared a few days ago, but after they walked out of the base and out of the shelter of the Statue of Liberty, the cleared countdown returned to scarlet color again.

It seems to remind He Gang that there is a huge danger around him.

As a gold-rank "undead", the death knight can at least be compared with the normal volume of silver-rank filth.

There were blue flames burning in their eyeholes covered by heavy armor.

"Ugh-"

"Ugh-"

An ear-piercing scream came from the front, and the sound stirred up the gray fog, seeming to anger some things within it.

"what is that?"

"Sounds like a tomcat in heat..."

Dumbledore responded to He Gang, even he shuddered at the sound.

The filthy world is full of death, madness and despair, and fear is always the main theme here.

Even those filth whose sanity is negative will be frightened by the filth of higher rank.

They are not afraid of death.

But they are afraid of their own kind.

So the group got closer.

He Gang took out a huge oil lamp. There was no lamp oil in it, but it contained several magic fairies. A trace of fresh air and magic power that belonged to magic fairies floated out from it.

These magic powers are not talking about the source of smog and air pollution, but expelling them.

It's just that the effect is not that obvious.

A death knight walked in the front carrying a huge oil lamp. He was the tallest one in the team and had reached level 9.

The faint orange light can only illuminate a range less than ten meters around.

Further outside, it was completely covered by thick gray fog.

It's like being in the endless night.

"Crack!"

The death knight walking in the front was held by the head of the mount by a hand that suddenly protruded from the gray mist that was tumbling like internal organs.

The skull of the bone horse from the underworld of Enroth shattered under tremendous force.

Another giant hand protruded from the gray fog, tearing off the heavy armor on the death knight's head, and he actually led the horse into the gray fog like this.

All this happened in an instant.

A second later all that was left was the oil lamp and the panicked faeries.

The endless, scalp-numbing sound of chewing sounded ahead.

It appears that the attacker did not leave.

It pulled the death knight into the gray mist without even the slightest resistance, so it was treated as something like a teething stick.

"This voice..."

He Gang and Dumbledore looked at each other.

They heard it when they smashed the altar of Lamia, the dense chewing sound, terrifying and frightening.

"Lamia doesn't seem willing to come down and kill us himself."

He Gang said that he picked up the oil lamp and directed the remaining death knights to move forward.
"Can't, or don't want to, or...don't dare?"

Walking less than five meters forward, I saw a huge and fat puddle crawling on the ground like a beast.

The thing noticed the light.

Looked up.

It turned out to be an ugly, corrupt, gigantic baby covered in pus!

(End of this chapter)