Apocalypse Demon Summoner

Chapter 110 Hate Butcher
There is no doubt that Yang Shuo's strength has increased by a few percent. With the blue-eyed white dragon, he will have a strong guarantee of safety when encountering zombies.

For summoners, a team without light monsters is definitely not a perfect team.

Blue-eyed white dragon, hellhound, and little queen; these are the three hole cards in Yang Shuo's hand, corresponding to the light type, insect type, and zombie type.

Similar to the different talents of the godsend, the demon spirit also has various abilities, which can be divided into up to eighteen departments in turn. In addition to the fire department, ice department, and undead department called by Yang Shuo before, there are also such as electricity department, Rock system, steel system and poisonous system, etc.

This kind of system restrains each other. It can be said that if the ice-type monster meets the fire-type monster, even if the difference between the two is a small realm, there is still a certain advantage.

Different from ordinary combat talents, summoners originally rely on demon spirits to distinguish the strong from the weak. To form a perfect team, they must have various systems of demon spirits. Only in this way can they face various emergencies.

Yang Shuo's road to subjugate has just begun. For a summoner, to form a qualified team, demons need at least six different systems.

A long way to go.

He has been here for too long, and now, it is time to leave.

Without the suppression of blood leeches, Ziyao's camp has developed rapidly. While collecting survivors who hide in every corner like rats, they kill corpses and plunder nearby villages to create an environment suitable for human habitation.

The rise of Ziyao City is only a matter of time.

With the efforts of Ziyao and many Jinhua envoys, this seemingly barren and declining camp is gradually becoming stronger.

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The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Ziyao stood aside, looking at the comrade in arms who had been in contact for a short time in front of him, with complicated thoughts in his heart.

"I'm leaving." Yang Shuo said straight to the point.

Ziyao looked up at him, without too much expression on his face: "Even though I have said it many times, I still want to explain that if possible, you are always welcome here,"

This is the third time Ziyao throws an olive branch to Yang Shuo.

This place is undoubtedly a man's paradise. Not only is it stable, but there are also many beautiful beauties, all of whom are in full bloom, whether it is Qiangwei's imperial sister fan, Rose's intellectual fan, or Jasmine's indifferent loli and Narcissus's wildness, It makes people forget to return.

But this is not what Yang Shuo wants.

After experiencing life and death, he yearns for strength more than anyone else. Compared with the outside world, this place is still too small. Besides, Yang Shuo has no idea of ​​relying on others. Even if he really wants to build a camp, then he will form a force of his own. , rather than fighting for others.

Yang Shuo shrugged, revealing a helpless smile.

The answer is self-evident.

"The closest to here is Langya City, where my roots are, but now it is in ruins. The army destroyed it in the first place, because the survivors were drowned in a horrible tide of corpses to protect the survivors. Food, you can imagine how vulnerable ordinary people are in front of zombies without the cover of a powerful godsend."

"One month, just one month, the city with a population of 43 was wiped out, and my family members also died in that escape. I walked all the way, whether I was dying or dying, I persisted until now."

Ziyao was sitting on the chair with one hand resting on his cheek, while the other hand was fiddling with the Buddha statue hanging on his bare feet. His face was just like the name, Ziyao was like a flower, gorgeous until summer. Yang Shuo seldom comforted others, he just listened quietly, Never said a word from beginning to end, comfort?For the future Queen Ziyao who supported the entire camp with one hand, this seemed insignificant.

"It's very good here. At least I can enjoy the tranquility and stability. We have different ideas, and I can understand that. After all, for you solo travelers, perhaps only crisis is the true meaning of your pursuit." Zi Daoyan A faint ray of light emerges, some memories.

Yang Shuo was not comforted, and said in a deep voice: "There is no place in this land that is safe. It is like a blood leech. Isn't it also destroyed in an instant? Strength is the foundation of everything."

Ziyao showed a look of surprise, and said slowly: "Power? You are right. After experiencing the blood leeches and holy soul snakes, I know that only when I am strong can I isolate the so-called conspiracy and danger."

"You have inspired me a lot."

Ziyao's eyes are full of heroism, and her long black hair hangs down, making her look so charming, even Yang Shuo is a little lost, and some evil feelings can't help but arise in her heart.

Rumor has it that Ziyao doesn't like men, but has a soft spot for women.

In the past, the women she came into contact with were nothing more than the Golden Flower Envoy. If so, then who would that person be?

Qiangwei, Shaoyao, Iris, he thinks it's not Jasmine, that indifferent guy always shows a cold look, Ziyao probably won't fall in love with her, right?

There was a silence on both sides.

Ziyao squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the man in front of him. He didn't look big, even young, but, unlike the energetic young tiger, in him, Ziyao saw a force that was not his age. The twilight and steadyness that exudes is like a wild wolf, tense all the time.

Ziyao doesn't hate men, but she also divides people. For the strong, she also has curiosity in her heart or wants to make friends with them.

This man is limitless, whether it is talent or the demons under his command, they are all so memorable, a good ruler is good at making friends, a ray of light flashed in Ziyao's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Here You are always welcome, and if possible, I would like to make you my friend."

Yang Shuo nodded slightly, gaining the friendship from Ziyao, this was indeed one of his previous plans.

It's an investment.

In the last days, kindness and help are derogatory terms. It may not be a sensible behavior to implicate yourself in the war for no reason.

However, unlike others, Yang Shuo has countless experiences and experiences in his mind. Compared with others, Yang Shuo knows who has more potential and the value of making friends.

Ziyao, this is an existence that will eventually defend its crown and become king.

Friends, this is not only an affirmation, but also a promise.

Yang Shuo had to make a statement, he nodded, and said in a deep voice, "It's an honor, I even foresaw the prosperity here, my friend, you are accomplishing a miracle."

Ziyao showed a sweet smile, and said slowly: "Thank you for your compliment...friend."

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wilderness.

In the mysterious basement, several figures covered in black robes sat cross-legged. Their aura was very strong, carrying a trace of death and evil will.

In the middle of the crowd, a voice like a dead tree sounded: "My Lord's will has been passed down. There are too many pedantic people in this world. They don't understand the preciousness of life and waste it recklessly. They should be punished."

"The good life makes them sink, but they don't know that only death can make them reach the other side."

"They have forgotten the teachings of our lord, and we need to help them return to their embrace."

"The ceremony will now begin."

A tedious prayer echoed in the dark basement. Several figures in black robes pierced their hands and put them on the ground. A strong breath of death appeared, permeating every corner of the room little by little.

Some believers cut their arteries, and the thick plasma was scattered on the ground, making everything here even more weird. The blood flowing, not only did not frighten them, but on the contrary, they still kept smiles on the corners of their mouths.

They didn't have the slightest fear of death, on the contrary, they felt an indescribable ease and comfort.

Bloody Scythe.

This is a very wicked church.

They preach some doctrines related to death, and they worship darkness and killing. For believers, death is not the end, but a new life.

They are good at creating fear and using it to recruit followers.

The fifteenth of each month is the day of sacrifice. They will select some handsome men and women to please the so-called gods by committing suicide.

In the list of the four major alliances, there are a total of 360 three churches belonging to evil, which are not recognized and attacked, and the bloody sickle is ranked 230th, which shows its influence.

They often create panic and promote that some worlds have been destroyed, and only death can create eternal rhetoric.

This is the product of the bad and deformed human nature.

Today, they gather here, and they don't know what sinister conspiracy is there.

A cold aura appeared, and a bloody and destructive aura appeared from under a huge five-pointed star. These people were actually trying to summon them!

However, this is an extremely taboo summoning technique.

They gather the power of the crowd and sacrifice a lot of blood to attract an evil undead creature or zombie.

The basement seemed to be a purgatory. There was a man with a fat body and a high degree of decay. There was even a hole in his stomach. In his hand, he was holding a thick bone sword.

The Destroyer, also known as the Abominable Butcher.

legendary realm.

It is synonymous with blasphemy and death. It has been devouring all its life. Even though there is a big hole in its abdomen, most of the flesh and blood will flow out of it, but it still enjoys it. It hates all life and destroys it.

It has blood-red pupils, as if a flame is burning. From the moment it wakes up, it opens its mouth and roars, revealing an evil and cruel will.

The abominable butcher waved the big bone knife in his hand, and the small basement instantly became a slaughterhouse.

Blood and limbs splattered everywhere.

No one escaped and summoned this kind of creature. They had already consumed all their nuclear energy. They sat on the ground, their eyes full of heat and madness.

In a remote town, there is a terrifying legend of undead creatures, which heralds disaster and destruction.

This is a group of lunatics. They summoned such a terrifying existence with their lives, and what they planned was pure blood.

It is precisely because of this crazy obstinacy that the number of Blood Scythe believers has always hovered at a low number, but even so, they still enjoy it.

Not a word.

The abominable butcher slaughtered all those present.

Without the restrictions of the Summoner, the Abominable Butcher was completely free. It moved its fat body and broke out directly from the dark basement.

A panic sounded.

The peaceful town ushered in an unimaginable nightmare.

the killing goes on,
This is a grand event that belongs exclusively to death.

(End of this chapter)