Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 21 Lamian Believers

"Call out the asset transfer interface from all walks of life."

"Choose the armed category."

"Select New York, North America."

He Gang quickly issued the order.

The governments of various countries have opened up all systems including nuclear weapons, missiles, communications, and satellites to everyone.

An entire virtual, huge simulation of the Earth that no one else could see appeared in front of him.

Dark blue, deep.

As He Gang issued instructions to the system, the influence of this earth began to rotate and choose a certain place to amplify.

Joint Base McGuire-Dix-Lakehurst, New Jersey.

It is the closest missile launch base to New York City, and its launch system uses the latest artificial intelligence to control, with internal electric power circulation and independent replacement of nuclear coolant. It is one of the few bases that is close and can still be used.

Most of the other missile launch bases were abandoned due to lack of energy and lack of maintenance.

There is also a supporting base for the Dead Hand system, and the nuclear warheads in it can also be used.

You must know that although the United States does not have an officially announced semi-automated nuclear bundling mechanism similar to Russia, a similar system exists in almost every major nuclear-armed country.

It’s just that most nuclear warheads contain tritium in their primary cores, and tritium’s half-life is 12 years.

What He Gang has to do is to use nuclear warheads, the best creations of mankind so far, where they should be used one after another in the past 12 years.

Of course, it is definitely impossible for such a small altar in front of you.

However, it has only been more than half a month, and the shelf life of many conventional warheads has not yet expired.

Although it's a bit of a fuss.

"The missile launch base closest to us is indeed capable of supporting us remotely, but I don't know whether the mission process handled by this method meets the system requirements."

He Gang said,
"I need rewards for killing them."

"It's difficult for me to cast such a huge shackles spell. It can bind up to five individuals at most."

Dumbledore frowned.

The limitations of Merlin magic are revealed.

This kind of system of magic, how should I say, the highest achievement may be the silver creature.

"How about using those things in Newt's box?"

"No, even the most dangerous thunderbirds and fire dragons cannot cooperate with us in killing these things while preventing them from escaping."

Dumbledore explained the situation without hesitation.

When Newt handed the box to him, there were not many magical animals in it, and most of these magical animals had very weak combat capabilities, not even comparable to that of a normal adult Muggle.

"What should I do?"

He Gang was a little reconciled.

If one is released, the golden creature cannot be summoned.

"It says there is a way."

Dumbledore pointed at the Dementor,
"It says it creates a realm of fear and any creature that enters this realm quickly loses its joy."

The happiness in the mouth of the dementor is the reason that He Gang understands.

Typically, a creature with 0 Sanity points becomes very irritable, irritable, fearless of death, and incapable of resisting all desires.

If the dementors can reduce the sanity of these Lamian believers to 0, it might really arouse their anger and make them take the initiative to attack He Gang.

"You can try."

"If it succeeds, I will try to give them a breath as your reward."

He Gang said to the dementor.

Although these words still need Dumbledore to translate.

He wasn't worried that the monsters that dementors sucked sanity would not be recognized by the system. He had already done experiments on Zou Wu, and just now the dementors had killed a night-gaunt. As long as it was a summoned creature, all All the killing proceeds belong to He Gang.

Then this black rotten creature that was three meters tall and floating like a ghost began to move.

The fine black particles released from its robe formed a thin mist, which appeared terrifying and hazy in the afterglow of the sun.

"I've always loathed this creature."

Dumbledore couldn't help calling out the Patronus, and then his whole body was wrapped in the Patronus, as if it would be warmer.

The dementor slowly rose to a height of tens of meters, circling around this area.

As it moves, countless tiny particles fall down due to gravity, forming a thin black wall.

It seemed that in just a few minutes the entire intersection had turned into a hunting ground.

"It's time to act."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

The wand in his hand emitted a golden-red glow.

There seems to be powerful magic brewing.

"No, it's not, it just looks fiercer this way."

Dumbledore said.

The corner of He Gang's mouth twitched.

He clenched the Gun of Longinus in his hand, took out his wand and added dozens of protective spells to himself.

Now, he might be able to carry the bombardment of the vehicle's cannon and run over to overturn the car.

"Give me two more blessings."

He Gang jumped up.

He was protected by Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus and easily passed through the black fog caused by the dementors.

During the action, several more blessing spells were applied to him, and he even felt that his strength was a little stronger again.

In the illusive and short-lived afterglow, the spear in He Gang's hand was slamming down with a bright light!

He was like a train, pushing him forward with huge force, crushing a hard stone slab with every step he took.

"hiss!!"

A strange and sharp chirping sounded.

The intruder was discovered by Lamian believers surrounding the altar.

They stood up tall and thin, with nearly rotten muscles hidden under their pale skin, and abscesses flowed out from the cracks in the skin, dripping on the ground full of gravel, and unexpectedly splashed waves of corroded white water from the inorganic body. smoke.

Every monster let out a strange and sharp wail, and raised its hands high, so that the eyeballs in the palms of the hands could see clearly.

Those eyeballs moved strangely and frantically, and at the same time, countless dense chewing sounds and immature girls' voices rang in He Gang's ears.

"Brother, I'm so hungry!"

"Hungry, hungry!"

"Brother, do you know where my mother is?"

"..."

……

Under the afterglow of dusk, the faces of each monster were extremely terrifying, but their facial features without eyes and noses strangely showed a trace of pain and panic!

boom--!
The spear swept across, and the anthropomorphic legs of a believer were cut off abruptly, and bright red blood mixed with yellow and green pustules flowed all over the ground.

The dementors flying high in the sky seemed to sense the extreme fear of the Lamia believers, and took a breath of satisfaction, as if to preserve the taste of fear forever.

How powerful is He Gang!
Combined with the damage bonus of the Lance of Longinus to Evil/Chaotic creatures, every attack he makes on these Lamian followers is extremely deadly.

Sure enough, although these things don't have much wisdom or reason, their battle line collapsed after He Gang easily killed several of their kind with the Spear of Longinus.

They started to turn around and run away.

(End of this chapter)