Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 192 Heimdall Awakes
"Xiao Gang gave instructions when he left, do you know what to do?"

"learn."

"clear."

"know."

"..."

After the Defiled Cross was removed, Westminster Abbey completely disappeared, and now Diana and others could only hold meetings in the temporarily built hall.

A few days ago, Heimdall fell into a coma due to fighting a certain filthy god. After He Gang came back, he used props to revive him.

"Heimdall."

Diana nodded to the stern-looking Heimdall on the seat that belonged to the lord, that is, He Gang, and she indicated that the latter would summarize the opinions reached by him and He Gang.

Clearing his throat, Heimdall stood up.

He put the golden shining helmet on top of the upright golden long sword, revealing the bloody and unhealed wound on his side face and the white gauze covering the wound.

他 说:

"This matter is very important. It is second only to the Raider of the First Generation World and the restoration of food production in our agenda."

A generation world.

That is, He Gang and Dumbledore are currently conquering the HP world. This process has lasted for more than a full week. Even judging from what He Gang said just now, it will continue for a long time.

He Gang did not hide from others the fact that he was going to conquer some parallel worlds.

According to the order of the strategy, the names of these worlds will be arranged according to A, B, C, D, E, and the next sequence will not start until the last shot is unranked.

Raiding the HP World Although other people cannot assist, it is indeed the most important thing for the entire base at present.

After all, once the strategy is successful, you can choose to transfer the entire base directly, and then close the "door" to completely cut off the connection with this strange world.

As for resuming food production...

Some are far off.

The entire American continent has fallen into a strange and dead ice age.

Cold currents that are unbearable even for many weak filths are sweeping across the surface of the American continent over and over again.

Now, scholars at the base are promoting greenhouse crops on a large scale.

But the effect is better than nothing.

The main reason is that the production value of greenhouse crops is too low.

And there is simply no such a large free area for greenhouse renovation.

"Please ask the gendarmerie to evacuate this building and everyone within 500 meters of the building."

Heimdall to Diana.

The latter arranged immediately.

Then, Heimdall slowly made the next move.

He slowly burned the gauze on the side of his face with a blazing fire, and the ashes fell along his face before disappearing in the bitingly cold air.

Whispers suddenly sounded in the originally quiet hall.

Some base barracks recruited female hero units when the special effect was triggered, and even issued a suppressed cold cry.

His profile...

Where is the blood and blood.

It was clearly active flesh and blood that adhered to the facial bones almost like a liquid!
These active flesh and blood still grow on Heimdall's body, absorbing his nutrients and becoming extremely active.

There is a layer of skin and mucous membrane that rapidly heals itself on the surface.

But there are still small human limbs sticking out from inside, eyes opened either in the palms or soles of the feet to look around.

These weird things broke through the mucous membrane, so the blood flowed down, but dried up in an instant.

A disturbing image appeared in the hall, and it seemed that the surrounding temperature had dropped a lot.

"Something out of Flushing..."

Heimdall raised his sword, and cut off the whole piece of living flesh on the side face. The huge mass of flesh screamed and seduced the female voice when he held it lightly, and then quickly decayed and rotted.

The granulation in his wound squirmed, and the body tissue quickly filled the gap, instantly looking like new.

But within a moment, the flesh and blood there melted again.

Heimdall then took out the bandage again and slowly covered it up.

Look closely, where is the bandage.

It is clearly a rancid shroud that can inhibit the growth of filth!
"Does it look familiar?"

Heimdall said, a smile forced on his lips, his whole body trembling with pain,
"It's the living flesh of Flushing, or...the starving people at dawn."

"Are you infected?"

Hancock frowned.

He visited Heimdall a few times when he was in a coma. At that time, there was nothing abnormal about the latter, except for the occasional unintentional uttering of some weird words.

Infection is no small matter.

With so many people in the base, there are always some who don't like to follow the rules.

Infected people are also common.

Unless they were very close to Westminster Abbey, basically all infected people would quickly turn into disgusting filthy creatures in a short period of time.

Not one exception.

Even if it's just a dirty infection of the concept of black iron, the scholars of the academy can't find the slightest solution or means to solve it.

After all, the triggering conditions for conceptual filth are very easy, but in order to solve them, you must find the "knot", that is, after the triggering conditions and triggering results, then prescribe the right medicine.

So even Diana and Hancock would be very cautious when fighting, so as not to be infected unfortunately.

Heimdall looks at Hancock.

half an hour.

He shook his head and said:
"Not an infection."

"what is that?"

"assimilation."

His voice was low and deep, but as soon as the word assimilation came out, the air in the entire building seemed to freeze.

assimilation.

this entry...

rarely seen.

But it also means that there is no cure.

After all, even the Cross of Defilement cannot purify anything that is not quasi-defilement.

"You killed a big filth in Flushing. Her name is the Mother of Suffering, but her true identity is the roots of the World Tree."

Heimdall ignored Hancock, but said,
"But you didn't kill them all."

"how come……?"

"It's not that we didn't kill them all, it's that... we didn't find another big filth."

Heimdall swung his sword violently, and a bright golden light spot appeared in the center of the hall.

A picture scroll resembling a tree appeared there.

Every branch has a name.

And the backbone in the middle is Odin.

"Odin is the father of the gods, the king of the gods."

Then, Heimdall said, light followed the thread that went out of Odin's eyes to illuminate other names.

But one of them dimmed again in the middle.

Heimdall went on to say,
"The god of light, Baldr, is the god of light, the god of spring and joy, and is even regarded as the personification of light. His father is Odin, the god-king of the Asa clan, and his mother is the queen of gods, Frigga. , he and Hodr, the God of Darkness, are twin brothers. Baldr is handsome, innocent, and cheerful, his golden hair and fair face seem to be forever shining. All things love him, and he loves all things."

"You mean to say that the thing in Dallas is the fallen Badr?"

Someone spoke up again.

It was Ludwig who ruled over the angels, who had heard of the other gods,

"However, I remember that Baldr is dead."

"Yes, but it's not Him there, but His descendants."

A disgusted expression appeared on Heimdall's face,
"It's Vercetti, the escapee of the final battle."

(End of this chapter)