Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 214 Found it

He Gang used Fierce Fire to burn the monsters that were polluting Frank Bryce's will. When these flames that seemed to escape from hell spread out, huge and countless voices could be heard mixing together on the entire hillside. sigh.

With billows of ash and smoke rising, hundreds of pale, insubstantial figures emerged from the fading mass, consumed by Fiendfire.

They are like ghosts, but they are lighter than ghosts, and they can't find the meaning and value of existence.

These crazy souls sprang out, they hovered in the sky, wandered, and let out disturbing wailing.

Then, the material that seemed to be squeezed out of the gaps between the air molecules condensed into a big hand that covered the sky and the sun.

That palm is so huge that it seems to penetrate the sky in an instant.

Then, all souls are taken away.

"It's the god of death, who brought these souls back to the kingdom of the dead."

He Gang frowned.

At this time, the fog in Little Hangleton Village was dispersed by the power of the Holy Light and the God of Death, and one after another huge figures stood in every corner.

Their shapes are extremely strange, and there are always faces with terrifying expressions on their bodies. Countless creepy roars attack He Gang and Dumbledore from every corner.

"It's a weird paradise."

He Gang spat.

He saw that the entrance of the mountain village in the distance was pulled up by the decayed, once crimson and light yellow isolation belt.

Huge radiation isolation signs stand at every intersection leading to the village.

The carcasses of countless animals were randomly piled up next to the metal fence on the outskirts of the village.

Those huge monsters are wandering around in this village, and they cast dense eyes that make hair stand on end with the moonlight.

Every time the monsters take a step, a lot of rotten flesh and blood will always tremble and fall from their bodies, and some sane and determined souls that may still have reason are attached to those terrified faces with closed eyes. Occasional wailing of pain.

A creepy thing just down the hill rose from some murky, black-filled pool.

On the top of its head are dense clusters of eyeballs that look like giant bluebells and flow down with black viscous liquid. The body organs that support these eyeballs are nerves or blood vessels that are twisted together one after another.

On its body, dozens of faces stared at He Gang on the hillside.

Then, meaningless whispers came from their mouths.

Those whispers seem to be moaning, like they're really, really comfortable, almost GC'd.

"A very powerful wizard cast a confusion spell on this entire area. The scope and spread are so wide that it is outrageous."

Dumbledore didn't pay much attention to these monsters. Although there were more than a dozen of them, they might not even be as good as the distorted stone statues they encountered in New York in terms of their combat capabilities.

And so far, they have not felt any subtle source of infection invading their bodies, which shows that their ability to infect is negligible.

That being the case, why haven't the Muggle governments discovered these creepy things that could obviously be seen by anyone?
Come to think of it, it's not even the 21st century yet.

The strength of the Commonwealth of England is still strong. If they really know that there are such a large number of weird species that may even be able to threaten the stability of the entire three islands, what will happen?
It's definitely not a stupid behavior like pulling a rope to isolate.

Maybe it's just missiles washing the ground and incendiary bombs clearing the tail. I'm afraid this area has been burned to scorched earth.

Even in the HP world, after all, mortals act as rulers to set the rules for everything.

"can you do it?"

He Gang asked, he took two steps forward, and then with his hands attached to the smelly and wet ground, he easily uprooted the entire main building of Ridelford.

There is no Voldemort here.

On the contrary, there are quite a few secret rooms below. In addition to hiding the wealth that the Riddle family has usurped over the centuries, there are also a few giant monsters that look sleepy and sleepy.

The rotting flesh that was almost liquid started to flow in all directions the moment it saw the light, and soon covered all the corners of several secret rooms.

Countless expensive medieval artworks or religious relics made a squeaking sound under the erosion of these liquid rotting flesh, accompanied by billowing black smoke.

"Luminescence—"

Dumbledore raised his wand, and countless star-like fluorescent lights flew out from the top of the wand. They circled around the huge phoenix patron saint lingering in the air a few times, and then scattered towards the whole village.

He then said,

"Few wizards can cast confusion spells on such a huge area. These spells require a lot of energy. I'm afraid even Merlin has never done it... As for me, I haven't tried it, but I should be able to do it now, but I can't. for too long."

Dumbledore's current level is quite high, and his level is beyond the reach of almost native creatures in this world.

He can barely do it, so what is it that casts the spell here?
He Gang shook his head, and he threw a huge mass of holy light into the body of a monster wandering aimlessly on the hillside.

This mass of holy light was like a high-explosive grenade, which exploded the moment it touched the rotten skin of the monster.

The disgusting stench spread across a large area along with the pitch-black ashes that were lifted into the air and then fell one after another.

"These things are easy to solve, and even only a part of the combat forces in the base can be easily dealt with."

He Gang continued to look at the garden of the Riddle Mansion, which had been completely deserted. There were many small animals that seemed to have been transformed by evil alchemy, such as moles with three heads, or moles protruding from their eye sockets. A hairless unknown flying bird with a few fingers, or a weird bug with human facial features growing out of its back.

For a few moments, he even wondered if he had returned to the dungeon world.

It's just that even the distribution density and ecological niche density of the dungeon world's filth will not be so amazing

Filth rarely hunt each other.

They either don't eat or eat inorganic matter, and many of them still maintain the physiological habits before the mutation infection, so even though they are rare, ordinary animals are still the theme of the wild in the dungeon world.

Like Hancock, you can even find large herds of moose in Siberia, which have strong ability to withstand the cold.

Like here, in Little Hangleton Village, it is very rare that almost all living things are monsters.

"There are a lot of weird things hidden under the Riddle Mansion, and there are some evil wizard's laboratories full of bottles and jars."

He Gang said,
"But I couldn't find any sign of Voldemort, and it was so loud in here that I couldn't even stop and listen to his heartbeat."

"Nagini said that Voldemort's aura is nearby, so he must not have left the village."

Dumbledore closed his eyes.

The fluorescent light he had just summoned was sweeping the entire village looking for traces of Voldemort.

moment,

"At the edge of the cemetery, near old Tom Riddle's grave, there are large chunks of refurbished dirt... Voldemort may have been buried there."

Dumbledore said.

He Gang's eyes were burning.

found it!
(End of this chapter)