Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 128 There are traitors!
It seems that the gods have come to an end.

Although the dragon-shaped Hancock is only the lower stage of the epic, the superposition of the two biological sequences gave him enough power to match the upper stage of the epic.

The terrifying golden light filled half of the sky in an instant.

Every part of Smokey the Condor is razor-sharp and indestructible, capable of inflicting irreparable damage to the Mother of Misery.

He woke up from his deep sleep and roared in the darkness. He only felt that there was something huge and strange growing in the flesh and blood capsule with plant characteristics in front of him.

Diana held the God-killing sword in her hand. She slammed her wrist, and the terrifying energy waves spread out, destroying and smashing a small part of the eyes of the Mother of Suffering that were shining brightly in an instant.

At the same time as those eyes burst, countless living flesh and blood began to howl.

It seems that this light is giving them life and pollution. When the light is gone, the pollution is gone, and the life is gone.

All of a sudden, the mother of suffering has fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

The distant sky.

The huge pupils almost blocked the entire gate, and there were golden mountains and rivers passing through them.

Something behind that is spying here.

He was watching the failure and death of the Mother of Suffering.

At this time, it was not long after Hancock left.

The light that filled the sky dissipated.

He Gang ordered everyone to move the cars to form a circle, and asked the monks to focus more to avoid small sources of pollution getting in.

"You can't sleep, you can't make noise, and if you find anyone around you is abnormal, you must immediately restrain them and report them to me."

Along the corridor of shadows, He Gang carefully avoided the sunlight bursting from the eyes of the mother of suffering, and he was mobilizing the remaining crusaders.

The crimson slugs just killed many soldiers.

Fortunately, this thing has very low tolerance to salt, and even one crusader vomited and diarrhea after drinking high-concentration salt water, and the excrement was dark red mucus.

That was probably a crimson slug that had not yet broken out of its shell.

He Gang let people remember.

"Looks like a slug, parasitic species is filthy, fears salt, parasitic form is unknown, growth process is unknown, and preventive measures are unknown."

Although I know that salt is the nemesis of this thing.

But after all, you can't take salt with you anytime, anywhere, and take a strong breath after half an hour.

You should know that the main component of table salt is sodium, which accounts for about 40% of the main components of salt. The more salt you eat, the more calcium you will lose. Moreover, high concentrations of table salt will inhibit disease resistance, thereby increasing the number of viruses and bacteria. Chances of upper respiratory tract infection.

On the contrary, the gain outweighs the loss.

After all, this thing only appeared in Flushing.

He Gang didn't delve into it.

But walking past the carriage full of crusaders and looking in through the window, he always felt that something was wrong.

Very wrong, very weird.

"All of you get out of the car, line up in a line, and then count one by one. The monks and the driver should also count together."

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he did feel that way, so He Gang simply asked the Crusaders to count them in order to see if there was one missing for no reason.

There are a total of [-] heavy trucks, and the rear compartments have all been converted into troop compartments with seats and weapon brackets.

Each car carries 25 royal crusaders, two drivers and two magical faeries.

There is one monk for every four cars.

Of course, the magic fairy is not in the ranks of the count.

The rear compartment was opened, and the Crusaders lined up neatly in the shadows. Their armors were in gold and blue, and they had red capes behind them. They were all strong and handsome.

When they stood still, they put their shields on the ground, and held their swords straight on their chests.

It really has such an aristocratic taste.

Actually this is normal.

In the castle camp of Enroth continent, the Royal Crusaders are originally the sons of nobles, some like the Yiluo River in Anlu Mountain in ancient times.

In fact, there were Crusaders on Earth, but they were not the Royal Crusaders, and their members were not the nobles of Raushizi.

They are an army composed of Catholic soldiers who participated in the Crusades. The soldiers all wore the sign of the cross, so they were called the Crusaders.At that time, the purpose of their Eastern Expedition was to protect the pilgrims and oppose the expansion of Jihad, as well as save half-slaves and slaves from the hands of the communist countries and ease the pressure of the Turks on Constantinople.

"Report the number."

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"Four"

"..."

"25!"

"26!"

"27!"

"28!"

"29!"

"thirty!"

"The counting is complete! There should be 30 people! There are actually 30 people! Please check the lord!"

"okay."

Seeing that there seemed to be many people, He Gang was about to wave them back to the carriage.

But I don't know why, a chill like the Siberian winter wind suddenly went up from the ankle, and instantly pierced into his celestial cap.

wrong!

wrong!

There are 25 royal crusaders, one monk and two drivers.

This adds up to only 28!

What about... the extra two?

He Gang shuddered.

He looked at the crusaders standing neatly in a row with their heads held high, thinking that he had seen a ghost.

"Who is your captain?"

"It's me, my lord, my name is James Herzog!"

"Okay James, can you recognize the members of your squad?"

"can!"

"Then come and see, is there anyone here that you don't know?"

He Gang called the squad leader who called himself James to his side and asked him to identify the Royal Crusaders one by one.

James walked from left to right.

Then walked from the right to the left.

He scratched the back of his head and looked back at He Gang:

"I know everyone, my lord."

"Let's go back to the team."

He Gang had a gloomy face. He also stood in front of each crusader, trying to use the system to check their panels, but there were no problems with these panels.

It seems that it is probably a rare concept of filth.

Dumbledore had met one before.

This kind of filth is more dangerous than regular filth, usually at least two ranks higher than the rank, and it is extremely polluting.

You must know that Dumbledore is a silver creature, and a wizard who is very good at playing with magic and spirit, but he still almost fell under the pollution of a black iron step concept, and he entered Westminster Abbey in time to dismiss the pollution process .

It seems that this concept filth probably entered the compartment through some weird means or infiltrated when the crusaders got out of the car and set up explosives not long ago.

It can transform, grow, or directly change the concept, allowing a new individual to appear next to the real Crusaders, and allowing these Crusaders to have some kind of memory of them.

This method is similar to He Gang's use of Zhutian Tavern to recruit creatures from other worlds, and it can also insert certain memories.

"Let all the magical faeries come to me, I need their help."

He Gang was a little angry and said,
"There are traitors!"

(End of this chapter)