Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 238 Heimdall and the Asgardian Guard

A huge roar sounded.

Heimdall erected the physical barrier just in time to keep the sanity-destroying filthy gigantic hand from exerting its power directly on the members of the Asgardian Guard.

Every Asgardian has the blood of the gods.

They were furious and roared loudly.

One after another rose again.

They are like golden starlight charging around the giant across the starry sky again and again.

Moths to the fire.

The filthy air that degrades people is overwhelming, shaped like a hurricane, rolling up a huge amount of radiation, and the infectious power is horribly strong.

Even Asgardians feel that their sanity is shaken, and they may fall into filth at any time.

But in an instant, a pure will that was almost condensed into a substance came close in an instant, and impacted against this huge, filthy, crazy and mixed will like an abyss.

This is the real impact on the spiritual level.

With just one encounter, this extremely huge diamond filthy body was almost torn apart, horrific flesh and blood overflowed everywhere, and countless mouths let out low growls.

It's Glaaki!

Graki, the ruler of filth, is already beginning to wake up, and this process will last for several days, but at this time, he is already able to use certain abilities.

Such as mental shock!

His biological sequence is far higher than the level of filth and has reached epic, and his body shape is even more overlapping than ever before.

As a high-ranking person whose physical strength is not prominent, Glaaki possesses the strongest will and the will that is closest to the gods—in other words, he is already a god.

No more than fallen Outer Gods from outer space.

At the moment when the spiritual power collided, at that moment, everyone present seemed to see a mountain.

On that mountain, a huge stone tablet casts a shadow that covers the world, and there are two giant beasts that cannot be seen in their entirety, fighting and fighting in the shadow.

"hold head high--"

There is a dragon chant coming from Flushing further west.

All scary.

He Gang remembered the glimpse of an ancient mythical creature in a crack in space when he captured the Mother of Misery.

Nieder Hogg.

He...is infected?

If such a thing joins the battlefield, can the base still be defended?
And... Was Ned Hogg also instigated by that thing from the HP world?

There is light in the west.

It was a huge dragon spreading its wings, and the countless white light spots in the huge tail unexpectedly rose to the sky wrapped in countless flesh and filth, just like infinite stars floating in the haze.

But He didn't come in this direction for a long time.

He Gang breathed a sigh of relief.

He and Diana haven't made a move yet.

Needless to say, Diana is the only existence in the entire base capable of single-handedly challenging epic filth after Hancock lost [Dragon Heart], and she must be used to block more dangerous things.

With all of He Gang's strength erupting, he was able to barely contend against Epic.

It's a pity that the scepter of suffering was not brought back.

At this time, the filthy will of the huge diamond that was fighting Heimdall and his Asgardian guards was suppressed back to his body the moment he touched the spirit of Glaaki.

Every part of it wailed, yet the wailing came together and resonated, unsettlingly.

It breaks through from the outer city wall on the east.

Countless ammunition poured into its body like a torrential rain.

Facts have proved that human weapons can barely play a role even when faced with diamond contamination, and they will not fall into the sand like ordinary blades.

It's just that even if it endured a large amount of ammunition bombardment in a short period of time, the filthy and huge size infinitely increased its ability to withstand.

There was no trace of brokenness at all.

The main damage on it was caused by Heimdall.

The angels also reacted in an instant.

Without the crazily mixed will to suppress them, the angels who soared into the sky drew one wound after another on the huge filthy body with silver long swords in their hands.

The squirming flesh and blood flowed out of the wound like a squid in water, and the muscles and joints were connected, making people sick.

But the filthy body of the diamond is really close to immortality-at least compared to creatures that have not reached the diamond level.

Any wounds they left were healed in an instant, and even Heimdall's blade and the flames of angels such as Ludwig could not spread on its body.

The tenacity of the life force of filth is simply outrageous.

"Pfft-"

The long sword made an abyss-like wound on the huge arm and leg connected between the arm and arm. Scarlet blood and corrupted internal organs overflowed from it.

Ludwig spat.

He saw wildly waving tentacles, piercing or slapping Asgardians or angels to death one after another, and the bright red cloak behind him was burned by angry flames.

He has been stationed in the Platinum Rank of Angels for hundreds of years, and he is only an inch away from the real power class in the Kingdom of Heaven.

As long as you can enter the diamond, you can grow again, your attributes will be greatly improved, and you will become the only master angel in the world who is closest to the upper angel.

Not far!
He looked around.

Dirty everywhere.

"Help me buy time!!"

He called out to Heimdall.

The latter responded, and in the next moment, a horse with a black shadow jumped out from the inner city.

At the same time, a weird spear appeared in Heimdall's hands!

Fallen Sleipnir!
There is also a copycat version of Kungunir!
In just an instant, Heimdall's temperament changed drastically.

Now he stood with his head held high in front of the diamond filth as huge as a mountain, and he couldn't stop his fighting spirit.

But that stuff should be pretty close to epic.

Otherwise, with Heimdall's current state, he can definitely deal with most of the diamond filth.

"Come to fight!"

He straddled the fallen Sleipnir to dodge the large and dirty arms that were cracked every inch of his body. There were dozens of these arms, each of which was as thick as a heavy truck, with countless dark red manes growing on them. The bottom of the body is actually pierced eyeballs one after another.

Countless thick tentacles and arms and legs grew out of the joints of the arms, which looked horrifying. The whole shape was a huge irregular flesh with countless arms and arms and legs.

In the center of the front of the flesh and blood grows a large mouth with a diameter of about [-] meters, with sharp teeth in a spiral shape.

Under each sharp tooth, there are one thing after another that looks like a plant root or some kind of parasitic vine, swimming around, making people creepy.

What's even more frightening is that a huge human face grows right above the bloody mouth. The human face seems to be upright, except that it is a bit bloated and fat, it is actually very handsome.

It's just this gesture that makes people even more disturbed.

Every Asgardian is the best human warrior.

Their combat skills even surpass those of angels.

Actually, with a body of gold and platinum, it landed on this huge filthy body, forming horns with each other, trying to cut off the filthy arm.

(End of this chapter)