Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 133
He Gang was taken aback by this sudden thought.

He recovered quickly.

Lest reason be thrown into turmoil.

No wonder, no wonder these recruited units have a mind, a will and a soul of their own.

It turns out that the system directly uses the souls of the dead in this world as the components that make up those military units!
and so……

"So all the arms I recruited during this period can actually be regarded as the continuation of the human beings in this world."

"No, no."

"The entry of the worshiper has some "silent souls". Does this mean...the "soul" I provided to the system is actually only used to build the foundation, and what occupies the self-will of the unit is actually a certain kind of polymer. "

"Like a disaster of flesh and blood?"

He Gang suddenly hesitated to think about it.

In this way, isn't the system also some kind of filth?It's just that the evil god infects the flesh and blood, while he infects the soul.

Can't think any more.

He Gang bit the tip of his tongue.

In an instant, he used Legilimency to seal up this memory, so as not to violate certain taboos.

This is also true.

Because when he was using Legilimency, outside the haze, something huge like a star was moving.

And when he sealed his related memories, that thing fell into a deep sleep again.

"Just now... I seem to have discovered something extraordinary..."

He Gang spoke to himself.

Although his memory was sealed, he also knew how dangerous it would be to use Legilimency information, so he didn't think about it any more.

Turning to look at the encirclement and suppression of the high-level silver filthy worshipers by the hundred low-level royal crusaders in front of them.

But he said that the filthy worshiper.

Although it is filthy with silver and loses most of its humanity and reason, but it takes the souls of innocent people as the cornerstone, and it will eventually be shackled by it.

Therefore, it can occasionally express shock, fear, tension, and other human feelings and emotions, which is why its rationality will swing between negative and positive numbers.

But when its rationality is positive, it is actually afraid of death and feels fear, especially He Gang, who is staring at him from the sidelines, is simply invincible.

As a result, he was actually distracted when fighting a group of low-level crusaders, and suffered a lot of knives for no reason.

The filthy worshiper became more and more frightened as he fought, and when he saw the mother of suffering in the distance being besieged by three creatures whose aura was not weaker than her, he was always trembling. Although he was still controlled by crazy will most of the time, his body was injured more and more.

On the other hand, the Royal Crusaders, who advance and retreat in an orderly manner, are each other's horns. They are in groups of three and nine, supporting each other and helping each other. The attack methods of the filthy worshipers are quite simple, and the waving flesh and blood arms are all covered by heavy shields. He blocked it, and when he pulled it back, he was slashed several times.

Even if it is the only skill [Scream] that the filthy priest can use in frontal contact, it only hurts the soldiers in a fan-shaped area directly in front when it is used for the first time.

With the help of monks, the lives of these wounded were not in danger.

The Royal Crusaders, led by a short and strong leader, fought more and more bravely, surrounding the filthy worshiper, some of them held up large shields to prevent the latter from using flesh and blood to attack from above, some slashed at the bottom with knives, and some assisted in lifting The shield bears all damage.

They seem to have inexhaustible strength. They chop or stab with single-edged long knives in their hands, as if doing whatever they want, but they open and close, and every move is as light as light and as fast as thunder.

What's even more frightening is that they seem to be chaotic, but they cooperate tacitly, as if each one is a cog in the machine, and no step is wrong.

The most important thing to fear is those who raise the shield.

After the past few minutes, they obviously felt that their strength could not keep up. Every time the flesh and blood arms collided with the large metal shield in their hands, they squeezed out the last bit of strength from their bodies by roaring, and their heads buzzed continuously.

No matter how they cooperate tacitly.

No matter how talented.

No matter how MT.

Their strength is always less than 15, so they may not be the opponents of the filthy worshipers whose strength is as high as their early sixties.

Moreover, the flesh and blood arm is as hard as steel, and as tough as twisted spider silk, which is difficult to erase in an instant, and its power is as majestic as the sea.

It's just killing people.

But after all, they are well-trained and extremely tenacious, so they resisted abruptly, and made the filthy worshipers immobile in a way of dozens of people forcibly suppressing them with shields.

The ones who are at the front and suffer the most damage are the leader Augustine and another Bill with the highest basic attributes.

Their level exceeds 15, and their dual attributes can barely exceed 20.

However, the force from the long arm of flesh and blood hitting the shield made the arm numb and the bones slightly shattered.

These two are already at the end of their battles.

I can only rely on instinct to block the tricks of the filthy worshipers.

Seeing that he was about to be shocked and killed on the spot by the filthy worshiper relying on the brutal and unreasonable power.

A few crusaders suddenly appeared in the oblique stab.

They actually held a buzzing chainsaw each, and this chainsaw was attached with holy light, and when it was turned, it glowed brightly.

A few more giant shield crusaders rushed up to rotate their positions.

As the chainsaw suddenly fell on the filthy devotee's legs, which were shrouded in darkness, it looked like hard horny scales grew from dried flesh, and corpse water seeped through the gaps in the scales.

In an instant, the thick and hideous putrid green stinky liquid like festering splashed everywhere. Fortunately, the monk was prepared and used purification to prevent the crusaders who had just stepped up from being splashed all over.

There may be a large number of sources of infection in these liquids, and it is better not to be contaminated.

Poor worshipers may suffer.

It was at a positive sanity point and was suddenly hacked to its limbs by several holy light saws. The flesh and blood in its body surged, and its facial features wandered around. It actually went to various parts of its body and faced every crusader face to face!
It screamed with every mouth.

Then hundreds of pairs of human limbs that were incompatible with its huge body protruded from the body surface, like a crazy night cat or bear, or scratching with sharp and hard nails, or hitting hard with clenched iron fists.

All of this is a long story short.

The dozens of royal crusaders who surrounded the filthy worshiper were unable to dodge, and were blown into the air.

Fortunately, their vitality is extremely tenacious, even if the ribs are broken, they can return to the team after being taken back and treated by the monks.

Wounded and filthy devotees seem to have completely lost the ability to return to sanity.

Its face, eyes, and even roars became happy, excited by the pain and the fear of death that was about to come.

This weird thing grew weird limbs, nondescript, and it was about to come towards the wounded Crusaders.

(End of this chapter)