Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 46 Ives, Son of Lamia
When the thing sat up, its eyes were pure black, but no matter its body shape or face, it was no different from a human baby.

It's just...too big.

Just sitting there, he was already much taller than He Gang.

The accumulated fat that had almost completely rotted on his body flowed down like butter.

Its skin is full of abscesses, and each one has a fat maggot shaking its head soaked in yellow and white liquid.

People think babies are cute because they have short legs, short necks, soft bodies, soft mouths, and soft faces.

And when the characteristics of all these babies are superimposed on the monster in front of him, it all looks so disgusting.

Huge uneasiness filled He Gang's mind.

The giant baby still held a death knight's arm in his hand, and the blue flame attached to it gradually dissipated.

"What the hell—"

Hart stood in front of He Gang.

That death knight is hopeless.

"It's... Lamia's child!"

He Gang said softly that the giant baby's cry was sharp and high-pitched, like a male cat in heat next door late at night. It suddenly stood up, and there was a head without eyes hanging around its neck.

The head's mouth was still opening and closing.

"The believer we found is its toy..."

After the giant baby stood up, it seemed that the soft carrion on its body was difficult to hang on the bones supporting it, so it began to stagger and walk towards He Gang with its arms open like a real baby.

But seeing it tear apart a death knight with ease, He Gang didn't dare to be hugged.

"Go back first, it's moving very slowly."

He directed the people around him to look back, and then checked the giant baby's panel.

【Ives, Son of Lamia】〖Gold Level Filth〗〖Medium〗

[Description: "Meme Stop" tortured and killed Lamia's children over and over again in front of Lamia. In Ya's delusion became the filth of eternal hunger.

Rating: 15
Power: 43
Stamina: 47
Stamina—Durability: Max
Sanity: 0
Talent 1: Divine Blood (Lamia is the offspring of "Meme Stop" and "Meme Stop", and the blood of Lamia and "Meme Stop" flows in Ives's body, although the blood of Lamia and "Meme Stop" is lost after death Most of the divinity still contains infinite power. Ives's initial strength attribute is +20, and initial endurance attribute is +20.)
Talent 2: Evil (Evis has lost all its sanity and hates everything in the world because of the torture it experienced when it died. All attributes of the "Justice/Order/Neutral" camp creatures around it are weakened by 10%.)
Talent 3: Indefatigable (Ives' biological sequence is analogous to "filth/undead", with endless physical strength and tirelessness.)
Talent 4: Rot (Its flesh and internal organs are rotting, which has become a place for plague and death. Any creature that touches Ives will be infected with the plague.)
Skill 1: Devour (Ives' appetite will never be satisfied, it can evolve by devouring all life, this process is very slow.)
Skill 2: Hunting (Increases own strength by 20%.)
Skill 3: Wail (The wail of the son of Lamia will arouse the foul resonance in the gray mist. It is the descendant they regard as the pearl.)]

"Hart, you shouldn't be afraid of the plague, right?"

"The undead are immune to the plague and most poisons. In many cases, the death breath in the plague will make us salivate."

Hart answered honestly.

He Gang nodded.

他 说:

"This thing is Lamia's son, but it's covered in plague. You and your team should be able to deal with it."

Only Hart can solve it.

If Travis is allowed to follow, I am afraid that what Gang He should be thinking about now is how to avoid this thing.

Of course, so can Hancock.

But now he can't show up.

In order to prevent Lamia from not taking the bait, Hancock played as the finale.

"One more thing, Professor."

He Gang turned to communicate with Dumbledore,
"We should try to avoid mentioning those mythical characters in the future... Of course, we should not associate these things now."

Dumbledore had very powerful control over his own mind.

You can suppress your own thoughts.

The reason why He Gang said this is because in the description of the son of Lamia, even the names of Zeus, Poseidon and Hera were replaced by "meme prevention".

And judging from the experience of Nodens, the Lord of the Great Abyss, everything that is prevented from being referred to by the system as a meme is defiled and definitely a high-ranking existence.

It seems like all the old beliefs are polluted into high places.

This is not good news.

Think about how many mythological systems have existed on the earth, and how many gods and immortals there are in these systems. If they are all contaminated, then...

The haze in the sky can't be... right?

He Gang shuddered.

He eagerly wanted to understand the terrifying power that the gods of the ancient faith had after they were transformed into filth.

Does Hancock qualify to challenge one of them?
At this time, the battle between Rod Hart and the giant baby had already begun.

This may not be considered a battle.

Hart was once the most elite and powerful knight in Enros. His fighting skills were extremely superb. His long sword slashed across the body of Ives, the son of Lamia, and pulled out long and deep wounds.

From those wounds, pus mixed with insect repellent flowed out, dripping down the folds of fat to the ground.

The remaining eight death knights formed an unbreakable military formation, blocking Ivis's possible escape route.

"Its howling will attract other filth in the gray fog, but not the gray fog itself."

"Does Lamia want to drown us in countless filth?"

"Or, there are some other deep meanings..."

Hart's fighting is almost like an art.

Ives moved on bestial instinct, clumsily and slowly, although every impact shook the ground, but never touched Hart's clothes.

It let out an unsettling howl.

As a result, there were countless howls one after another.

Countless filth are coming here.

"Unfortunately, this is New York."

He Gang threw away a night-gaunt that couldn't wait to rush out, and looked around like the gray fog of a prison.

This is New York, and the forces of filth are still being suppressed.

The countdown is not over yet.

Even if all the filth in the city launches a suicidal attack on them, so what?

Hancock could even destroy them all by himself.

The reason why we don't do that now is because the filth is too scattered, and it is difficult to eradicate it.

And if they are all cleared, what should be used to train the soldiers recruited later?

Just rush out to face those high-level filth with an average level of [-] to [-] or even higher?

(End of this chapter)