Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 237 The Siege Begins

"The queue is complete."

Diana returned to He Gang.

She frowned,
"But our number is too small... It's a pity, if only he was here..."

"Who?"

"Superman."

He Gang was silent.

Superman...

Even judging from his previous performance in the movie, Clark Kent's fighting power far exceeds Hancock, the national superman.

In terms of combat power alone, his level may be able to reach the top of the legend, and there is even a very strong room for improvement.

But this world is always shrouded in strange haze, and even the children of Krypton in that world may find it difficult to make a difference.

The ground began to shake again.

No, not the ground.

Is the foot of the mountain.

Peak of Glaaki.

"Yes... the transformation is about to be completed?"

He Gang looked happy.

Graki, the ruler of filth, is a truly epic creature, and the level of the biological sequence is unimaginably high. Once it is truly conquered by the [Persian Ancient Scriptures], it will become a sharp sword in He Gang's hands.

The skills of Persian antiquity are very powerful.

[Skill 2: Belonging to my active 〖passive skill, any creature covered by this fragment whose rank is lower than "Legendary" will be influenced after a long time and will be absolutely loyal to the user. 〗〖Cooling time 365d. 〗】

But an epic creature like Glaaki is already the limit.

At this time, the horn sounded.

The first to collapse was the outer city wall to the east.

In that direction, there is a confluence of filth from almost the entire United States, and there is even a suspected epic existence in it.

For example, when I set off to Moscow to find gifts and passed through the Great Lakes area, I saw a huge monster code-named β.

It was a tree-shaped filth piercing through the sky and covered in haze. It was huge and weird. Although it was not as good as the fallen god Versetti who was smashed by the rod of God just now, it was still comparable to the mother of suffering.

It's just that he stopped in the far east.

The huge shadow stretched out dozens of kilometers away.

Countless filth roared out from His shadow, seeming to tear the entire city apart.

"There are at least five epic filths or high-ranking ones around here. They responded to Vercetti's call to attack us, and those filths were also driven away by them."

Rod Hart dragged his body, which had just recovered from serious injuries, to He Gang. He pointed in the direction of β.
"There were still two huge figures fighting there yesterday. At that time, the haze was almost dispelled. The terrifying force shook the ground, and almost all the buildings in the surrounding abandoned cities collapsed... Just in the night, a huge thing died, and was The remaining one bit the flesh and swallowed it quickly."

"I always thought filth didn't hunt filth."

He Gang said.

Diana says:

"But high-ranking members, they will occasionally fight each other, and then compete for something that exists in each other's body and is of great benefit to them."

As early as the beginning of the filthy riot and the strange siege, Rod Hart and Heimdall had already foreseen the collapse and breach of the outer city.

The latter also accurately predicted the possibility of He Gang using a nuclear bomb outside the city.

This strengthened Diana's decision to build an inner city.

The city wall is tens of meters high, and its thickness can hold several tanks, and it is indestructible and densely packed with forts.

This is also the reason why they dare to stick to the inner city.

To capture this place, the filth will need at least a week of events.

He Gang and Diana looked at each other, he condensed the memory of a sea beast, full of fighting spirit.

He knows a few things.

At this time, there is probably a gigantic monster that twists its own lines and hides in the shadow that the sun cannot shine, and peeps at the earth from the outer layer of the haze.

That's an unknowable from the world of HP.

Looking up at the sky still shrouded in gray and haze, He Gang's teeth trembled.

Danger.

There is a flood of fear of the unknown.

The thing seemed to be... expecting something.

At this time, the war finally started!
The destruction of the eastern city wall and more filth rushing in like mountains and seas made Rod Hart, the deputy commander of the battlefield, a little nervous. Essentially, he just barely reached platinum, and his biological sequence was only middle-level. Can't fight against the filth of the same level.

From the perspective of life level, filth is even higher than undead.

"Concentrate our artillery fire and clear the filth in the east first!"

The moment the war started, the roar of artillery fire shook the world.

The first wave to meet the Foul Creatures was the Torrent of Iron.

Countless bullets formed a dense iron net in the air.

Almost insurmountable.

Almost invincible!

The angels also charged forward, the great swords in their hands were filled with holy light, and their power was unparalleled!
But at this time, β in the far east suddenly let out a roar that could cause mental agitation.

The growl was not a sound, but some kind of infection.

It came to the front in an instant and bombarded the bodies of the angels.

A horrific infection occurs to some angels.

Almost a quarter of the angels fell into madness, their wings turned into a tattered and strange black mist, and their cheeks were cracked to reveal the corners of their long and terrifying mouths.

Fallen Angel!
It's a fallen angel!

Their sanity instantly dropped to a negative number.

But fortunately, they are all the lowest-ranking members of the legion.

"Fight!"

Ludwig who recovered calmly ordered.

The spear was thrown out, piercing through the body of a fallen angel in an instant, and the violent flames burned the writhing body into ashes.

Once an angel degenerates into a fallen angel, its lethality and destructive power will rise exponentially, and they can absorb the dead energy on the battlefield to evolve. They are irrational and like wild beasts, and must be eliminated immediately.

And Ludwig is a somewhat paranoid angel supremacist.

Every angel must have the strongest will and the most perfect genes. If you can't even bear the impact of the will of the fallen gods or high-ranking filth, it's better to turn into an evil spirit and be burned by the flames.

"Pfft-"

"..."

The sound of sharp blades piercing the neck sounded from all sides, and the angels used the holy light weapons in their hands to easily cut through the carotid artery of the companion who was bewitched by β and fell into madness, and blood shot up into the sky and was blown away by the strong wind.

Yet another angel plunged his sword into the heart of the fallen angel.

They cooperated tacitly, as if they had practiced countless times.

In fact, they did practice countless times.

Every angel has been screened layer by layer before entering the kingdom of heaven. Michael conscripted the whole world and experienced it for hundreds of years and thousands of years.

They had already prepared for this scene.

Every angel is absolutely cold-blooded and upholds the absolute justice in the teachings. Even if the fallen angels around them are former companions, they will not hesitate to draw their swords at each other.

It's like a group of loyal mad dogs.

There are more than a hundred angels in total.

A quarter fell and was beheaded.

"kill!"

There were angels roaring.

They cleaned the door in an instant, and then desperately fought the approaching filth with the ability to fly.

Not far away, something climbed onto the outer city wall and climbed into the city with a strange gesture.

It has a human face, and it can only see that human face, with a strange and huge smile.

More than platinum, but not epic!

"Go, Heimdall!"

He Gang quickly made a choice.

"bass--"

There was a stream of light going upwards along the edge of the sword, until it reached the hilt, and then there was a sound of gold and iron clanging. Heimdall looked up at the approaching strange head that towered into the sky.

"boom!!"

The ground under his feet collapsed in an instant.

He turned into the top of the countercurrent tornado, and behind him was an army of fifty Asgardian Guard soldiers, dragging countless blades and debris storms.

It was simply overwhelming.

That's a close diamond filth!

Almost unbeatable!
Fred was just a little closer, and was blasted hundreds of meters away by a huge force.

There is a fierce light blooming.

There are angels exuding unyielding will to tear apart the madness gathered by countless filth.

An angel held a sharp sword reflecting cold light, burning flames to pierce the filthy body of diamond.

But they are doomed.

The difference in size is too big.

The filth that had somehow approached the wall raised an arm.

It was too big, and had dozens or hundreds of huge arms, with terrifying boiling flesh and blood between the arms, and huge maggots squirming on them.

So the arm rubbed against the air, and a raging flame actually burned.

"boom--"

Earth-shattering loud noise.

This huge palm limb covered with pus and dangling arms and legs fell on the torrent of golden Asgardian guards led by Heimdall soaring into the sky.

(End of this chapter)