Apocalypse Demon Summoner

Chapter 153 The curtain call
The light frost kills a single grass, and the strong wind can hardly destroy the ten thousand woods. Today, Yang Shuo is no longer fighting alone. On this land, he has a real self-protection power.

The Xiaguang battle group is slaughtered.

Three from the natal realm and two from the nuclear transformation realm, this kind of force has a pivotal position no matter where it is, but now, they are on the verge of being directly wiped out as if they were under the pressure of Mount Tai.

Blood, fire, howls, corpses.

At this moment, the flat ground has become a terrifying Shura hell,

Yang Shuo stared at the battlefield, clenched his fists, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes, he didn't seem to have done anything a moment ago, but the repeated summons had already consumed a lot of his mental energy, besides, in that environment, He was also under a lot of pressure.

Cerberus was badly injured.

It regards every battle as the last battle, and every time it breaks out, it exhausts all its strength and effort.

Zombie species.

The special physique endows it with an immortal body, fission, healing, fission again, and healing again. In such an endless loop, the Cerberus gradually grows.

The chest of the left dog was pierced, and the head of the right dog was smashed almost to pieces. They crawled on the ground, leaving two scarlet marks wherever they went. At first glance, they looked like two shattered corpses. , creepy.

Get closer, get closer.

When the left dog and the right dog were combined, the bones and blood began to fission, as if genetic recombination, and within ten seconds, it transformed into a double-headed form again.

Cerberus is good at fighting head-on, even if the defense is still not strong enough, but this is not a problem. After being promoted, it has a talent. When it is constantly devouring blood, it will absorb some of the advantages of that race. As long as it is devouring all the way, Someday it will make up for its physical flaws.

kill.

This will be a long process.

For Yu Long, Cerberus is very obsessed, the body healed, bones and blood made up for many wounds, but it still looks fragmented, it needs enough meat to replenish its strength, and Yu Long and others have undoubtedly become ready-made nutritious meals.

Yang Shuo nodded.

But he ordered Hell to drag Yu Long to a corner where no one was around to eat.

This kind of scene is not so unbearable, but the eating of the Cerberus is very indecent, and there is an adjudicator on the side, so at least respect should be there.

Ibrahimovic's face is not good.

The joy of completing the killing blow gradually disappeared from the moment the Cerberus dog took Yu Long's body in its mouth. She thought of something, her face turned pale, and her eyes looked at Yang Shuo in surprise.

She raised her head, with a hint of thought on her delicate face, her exquisite nose was straight and straight, but she couldn't hide the trouble in her heart.

Along the way, although Ibrahimovic has seen Cerberus eating, the objects it devours are beasts and zombies after all, and now, it shifts its target to Yu Long, which inevitably makes Ibrahimovic a little unacceptable.

With some resentment, Ibrahimovic took a deep look at Yang Shuo, and wanted to say something several times, but finally sighed, turned his head, and suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Well……

Sensing Ibrahimovic's gaze, Yang Shuo grinned slightly.

Unbearable? !
Even though Ibrahimovic has lived in the wild for a long time, her heart has never been truly blackened. Today, she lacks a trace of bloodthirsty cruelty and disregard for life.

Her mind was still a little confined.

This will not work.

I need some time to train her.

There seems to be something wrong with this word.

Forget it, now is not the time to care about these little things.

Unlike Ibrahimovic, Ming's brows were only slightly frowned a few inches, and there was no superfluous expression. In his eyes, Yang Shuo even saw a touch of excitement.

This is an unusual arbiter.

The death of the kendo master had a great impact on him, so that he had an extreme view of bad guys, and even tended to blacken them.

some meaning.

His belief has never changed, and he can still sacrifice and fight for the sake of fighting, but he lacks some other factors of the adjudicator, fraternity and compassion.

Judge.

Unlike other adjudicators, today's Ming, on the contrary, has a hint of the artistic conception of a judge.

He regards all enemies as objects to be killed, cruel and extreme, he no longer loves and pity, this not only did not make his power disappear, but, under the anger and desire for revenge, his moves became more tricky and ruthless hot.

The ruling was not all peaceful.

After excessive sacrifice and death, some radicals appeared. They believed that fearless sacrifice was shameful and wasteful, and only true trial and killing could make the world truly peaceful.

These people have more iron-blooded means. They will not ignore their own lives because of the safety of a survivor, but accumulate strength to kill more powerful enemies and heretics.

They are more ruthless, more close, more eclectic.

Different from the artistic conception of judges who would rather sacrifice themselves for the sake of the world, these people are known as judges.

The methods of the judges are very ruthless. To achieve their goals, they even use unscrupulous means. In the process of pursuing power, they will even add some godsends who tend to be dark, such as bone warlocks, necromancers, and half-orcs.

A heterogeneous.

Yang Shuo was looking forward to what kind of impact such a misfit adjudicator would have on that somewhat stubborn veteran force once he became a judge.

Ming suddenly felt strange, he raised his head, his eyes met Yang Shuo's.

The two didn't speak. To Ming, Yang Shuo's image was not bad, with profound knowledge and tough tactics, especially his calmness in battle.

This is not a simple summoner, even stronger than some summoners in the natal realm he has encountered. This kind of strength is not the type and power of the demon spirit, but the kind of self-confidence and confidence from the heart. calm.

Especially Yang Shuo's eyes are full of decay. His age obviously doesn't look old, but he has more vicissitudes than his peers.

Loners?
This is indeed a strange group of guys.

Nodding his head, Ming showed no extra expression, and then continued to carry the legendary man on his back and walked forward.

The smell of blood here is too strong, and it won't take long to attract some uninvited guests. Before that, they need to continue on their way.

Yang Shuo's figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a mutilated corpse on the ground.

These people opened their eyes, as if they were performing a silent pantomime. However, compared to Yang Shuo and others, they were a group of abandoned actors. From today onwards, their stories will come to an end...

(End of this chapter)