Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 212 The Monster Frank

System log: "You have triggered the built-in subsidiary diamond-level task [Reaper's Request] of the clearing task, please check the task details immediately."

In an instant, He Gang's face darkened.

Another diamond-level mission.

And with death.

No matter how you look at it, it is not easy to solve.

Quests that have something to do with "God" are mostly difficult to deal with, such as [Nodenth's recovery] and [Asgard's last wish].

Of course, the latter is obviously more demanding. After all, it is related to an entire god system, and there are countless gods and high numbers involved.

Click on the task description.

【Reaper's Request】〖Diamond Level Trigger Mission〗

[Description: You can choose to give up, because once you make a choice, you will inevitably participate in an event that leads to the fall of countless high positions.

Description: The parallel world you are in has already been targeted, and the gods of this world have carried out arduous and arduous battles for an unknown number of years.

Mission description: The emergence of magic is very absurd, even a little ungodly, and there are countless shadows in history waiting for you to discover.

Mission description: What the Ravenclaw family has to do is irreversible, and the greatest "meme stop" is slowly coming.

Mission description: The Grim Reaper has been paying attention to this matter, but there is a bigger horror looming above your heads.

任务要求：继续你正在做的事情，清除所有被以邪恶炼金术改造的诡物（0／1362）、清除霍格沃茨的四大概念邪物（2／4）、把参与这件事情的所有巫师送回死亡国度的怀抱（0／735）、解放被邪恶炼金术感染堕落的灵魂（0／100000）、杀死召唤「模因阻止」的关键祭品（0／1）。

Tip: Keep your audience entertained!

Rewards: experience*10K, computing power*50K, pure soul*10000, epic recruitment order*1, direct completion of the strategy mission (prerequisite: Voldemort survives), friendship of the God of Death. 】

Even a trigger quest gives a lot of information.

No wonder, for the whole world, the source of infection, which is quite dangerous to the whole world, is running rampant in the British Isles, while the native god here, the god of death, turns a blind eye.

It turned out that he was not free at all.

"This thing looks like an oversized troll, and it's covered in abscesses."

Dumbledore groaned.

This is the northern edge of Sussex, and the troll's range has never extended to such a wide area.

After all, Muggles can see these ugly creatures too, and many times the Ministry of Magic has to restrict their activities.

So this thing probably can't be the product of some kind of infection mutation that happened to the troll.

"It doesn't seem to notice us coming."

He Gang said.

Looking closer, the skin of the thing in front of me found that it was dirty and messy gray. Apart from the human face, there were also countless parasite eggs growing on it, like the larvae of horseflies in those raised little meat buns. squirm.

"It noticed."

Dumbledore said.

He pointed to the monster's head with the light of the patron saint.

There, a pale, aged face occupied its entire head, enclosing the round sphere like a canvas.

The eyes of this face turned a full 360 degrees from the front and appeared at the back of the head, staring straight at the two and the snake.

Nagini screamed in panic.

"She said she knew this old man!"

Dumbledore said.

He translated the language of Nagini,

"His name is Frank Bryce! He is an old Muggle who was killed by Voldemort!"

Frank Bryce...

He Gang racked his brains to think of this name.

Then he remembered.

Frank, in his 70s, participated in World War II and worked as a gardener in the Riddle Mansion after he was wounded.Later, the Riddle family was killed by Voldemort, and the Muggle police could not find the murderer, so Frank was identified as a suspect, and finally released due to insufficient evidence.

Frank lived at the Riddle House until 1994 when he was murdered by the man who ruined his life.

He is one of the rare Muggles that Rowling describes in detail, who is brave and kind.He thinks the intruder at Riddle's old house is a murderer, so he has to seek help from the police he has not trusted for decades, just because a boy named Harry Potter may be in danger.

"He was emboldened now that action had to be taken. It is often the case in battle."

Frank, with the pride of a veteran, faced people and things that seemed incredible to him, and faced the murderer with the courage to sarcasm, "Your demeanor is not very good, my lord!"

Later in the flashback, Frank reappears.

["So he's really a wizard? He killed me, and you fight him, kid!"]

Is it... the monster in front of me?

"Leave... leave here..."

The festering face that belonged to Franka squirmed, and the old voice that seemed to come from a bong was driving He Gang and Dumbledore away from here.

"He seems... to be resisting?"

Dumbledore drew out his wand, and several layers of defensive spells blocked the huge hybrid monster.

Obviously, although He Gang couldn't check its attributes, this monster couldn't even break Dumbledore's spell, so it was probably just a little silver-rank filth in the dungeon world.

He Gang heard this and looked at Franke's face.

Unlike other people's facial skin that seemed to be peeled off alive and then planted on the skin, the face belonging to Franka growing on the head of this fallen monster seemed to have its own consciousness.

He stared straight at He Gang, but muttered in his mouth that the whispers that told them to leave quickly seemed to be because of the pain, or because of some other things that made him uncomfortable. Every time he said a word, Franka’s Disturbing growls come out of their mouths.

It seemed to be screaming.

It's like asking for death.

"Break its hands and feet and make it incapacitated. I will find something that can relieve the pain from the soul. Since Franke is still somewhat conscious, we may be able to find some clues from his mouth."

He Gang said to Dumbledore.

The latter nodded:
"Although I feel disdain for a wizard to break someone's hands and feet, but..."

【boom--】

A muffled sound.

Several huge, invisible clubs fell from the sky, smashing hard on the limbs of the huge monster.

In an instant, hundreds of mixed screams resounded throughout the hillside.

Even the squirming and surging gray mist jumped violently!

The monster fell down with a bang.

The chaotic faces of different sizes inlaid on its skin opened their facial features at this moment, letting out piercing wailing.

The humanoid limbs were smashed, and the sharp thorns after the broken bones pierced through the skin and flesh were exposed in the gray mist.

Viscous blood flowed all over the place.

(End of this chapter)