Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 54 "Flesh and Flesh Calamity"

"Oh my god……"

Dumbledore exclaimed softly.

Huge and strong corruption and the smell of blood falling from the sky, this scene is more frightening and frightening than any scene in human history.

The gray mist was churning and rushing to the surroundings.

There is also a thin mist lingering in the sky, attracted by the suddenly raised thing, spinning upwards.

It's like looking up at the whirlpool in the turbid deep sea.

How bloody and weird this is.

Even the gray fog receded.

"It! It's alive!"

He Gang's teeth were sour.

His san value was on the verge of jumping, as if all protection methods were failing.

That group of soft and weird, bloody things that couldn't be seen directly stretched out tentacles, arms and legs made up of countless human organs, and swept across the sky in an orderly manner.

Like a giant monster waking up from slumber in a huge whirlpool!
At this time, corpses of different shapes suddenly appeared on the neat dead hickory trees extending from the roadside into the gray fog.

Each corpse had its internal organs eviscerated, a shattered hole was knocked out of the top of its head, and its brains were missing.

But they all had weird smiles on their faces.

They have been dead for a long time, and their empty and pale eyeballs are fixed on the location of the museum.

No, to be exact, he was staring at He Gang.

"What the hell is this!"

Hancock's muscles tensed.

It felt so weird to him.

Damn it, even fighting Alpha head-on is not so annoying!
The whole thing makes you want to run away eerily, from the non-existent Minus Eleven to the dead pecan tree, to the trees filled with hollowed-out corpses like scarecrows.

There is also the hundreds of thousands of meters tall corpse that even drove away the gray mist!
You know, the ingredients that make up this thing are human limbs, organs and internal organs!
How many people died?
But where do humans come from in this world?
Wave after wave of dizzying madness accompanied by mixed whispers flooded the three of them.

Lower Manhattan is a dead zone.

This is a forbidden place that even the lowest level of filthy deformed dolls know to avoid.

That's why He Gang stayed here for so long before he met a few night-gaunts.

But why it is a dead zone, and when it became a dead zone, I am afraid that even the distorted statue in the Trinity Church that used to be close to here is not very clear.

After all most filth has zero sanity.

They just avoid such places, and the rest will not continue to delve into it.

And the Sanity of the Distortion God is even more negative. I am afraid that death is the same sensory experience for it, a sensitive enjoyment from the heart.

Even when that thing He Gang called α came to New York, he avoided this area and went to Brooklyn instead.

Indescribably shaped tentacles, arms and legs danced in the sky, and the scarlet, brown, and yellow viscera turned out of flesh glistened with sticky water in the somewhat eerie moonlight tonight.

Yes, and the moonlight.

Even Hancock felt deep despair in his heart.

The entire moon is filled with flesh and blood, and countless horrible organs and tissues that humans have never heard of or seen are all over the entire surface of the moon.

It's contaminated.

Even the satellites that do not belong to the earth, and the largest inorganic entity in the earth-moon system besides the earth, have become crazy and stupid filth!

That mass of flesh and blood seemed to want to make some move.

But its ideas are too complex.

It's like pouring sewage from a stinky ditch into a bucket of broth, the stench is incomparable.

As a result, countless thick, slippery arms and legs with teeth and faces flew around the sky even more crazily.

Among the mixed wills, Dumbledore's huge and holy phoenix Patronus was dying.

Zuowu crawled on the ground, almost losing his mind in anger.

"There are endless whispers and sleepwalking beating my soul, as if a hundred thousand or one million people are wailing in my ears, and I can even see the fear, despair and pain they experienced when they died!"

Among the three people present, only Dumbledore in that world had done a lot of research on souls, and he could still remain normal amidst this crazy will attack.
"Even in the last world war, what the Jews experienced is just a game compared to the countless howling masters!"

Every flesh and blood of this thing has a will of its own, a will crazier than anything else in the world.

Its entire body was squirming and waving its arms and legs.

This creature is a single life aggregate composed of countless crushed flesh and crazy will, and the mixed thoughts are recalled in pain all the time.

Every node of these thoughts is full of evil, filth, killing and blood.

The negativity radiating from his body can almost pull the kindest saint into the abyss of madness and sin.

"Shadow gift, only this thing can resist such a sanity decline rate!"

He Gang stuffed a lot of bottles and cans into Hancock's hands.

Although the latter has an immortal soul, its own will is not strong, and it even begins to show signs of sinking into these wailings and becoming the incarnation of pain and hatred.

"We've never seen it before!"

He kept his voice as low as possible.

The messy and numerous whispers are like a river, and speaking loudly is like swimming against the current.

He also tried to observe this collection of corpses that was even more depressing than α, and at the same time tried not to look at those empty eyes that were staring at him.

pity.

The Properties panel is filled with question marks.

This shows that even with the addition of Hancock, it is difficult for He Gang's current strength to pose a threat to things here.

I only saw the prefix of its real name with "meme block"——

"Flesh and blood disaster".

There is also a small section describing it, most of the others are blocked from showing.

【…

During the "Meme Stop" event, "Meme Stop" descended on New York City and massacred and killed any sane beings there.

……

The sea began to turn into a black dead zone.

Year after year, the unspeakable flesh and blood of evil still twists and twists, gathering together, accumulating its power.

……

The hatred for the entire world determines that this thing cannot be influenced, and it is a naturally opposed existence to "life".

Absolutely spooky, absolutely evil.

……

It will be... the weird "old days" of pain, evil, and vengeance. 】

He Gang regretted seeing this description.

Think again about the filthy descriptions you saw before.

There are too many things to think about.

The truth of this world...

An event happened that shook the world, and something happened in this world.

those things...

He quickly stopped thinking.

The last time I thought about it wildly, it led to an absolutely fatal incident.

This time, the skill of the Lance of Longinus is still in the cooldown period.

"Let's get out of here..."

He Gang put forward a constructive suggestion and opinion.

He wanted to stop.

(End of this chapter)