Apocalypse Demon Summoner

Chapter 2 Everything Has Not Begun yet

"On the eve of God's gift, I really came back?" Yang Shuo murmured while looking at the ceiling with an expression on a simple bed built with a few stone bricks and covered with thatch.

At this time, Yang Shuo was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pale complexion and a sickly appearance, but his facial features were beautiful. Even though his clothes were a little messy and shabby, his whole body exuded an indescribable cleanliness and elegance. Qingquan, crystal clear.

Raising his right hand, Yang Shuo felt a little confused. A second before he was thinking, he was still a corpse with his chest cut open, but at this moment, he was sitting here alive.

Huang Liang a dream?Or Zhou Gongmengdie?

After a short period of shock, Yang Shuo's heart was filled with monstrous waves.

At this time, although he didn't know what happened to him, what was certain was that he hadn't joined the army and became a lowly dead soldier.
Change!

Everything can change!
Thinking of this, Yang Shuo's eyes flickered, and an uncontrollable joy appeared on his face. Even though he had the chilling memory of his previous life at this time, he finally couldn't resist the surprise of rebirth.

In his previous life, Yang Shuo took too many wrong steps. Even though his supernatural ability was only known as an extremely weak summoner, compared to ordinary people, he is enough to be regarded as the pride of heaven.

If it weren't for the shallowness of the world, with his hard work and persistence, his achievements would certainly not be so ordinary.

Rolling eyes, mocking, humiliating, scolding.

During the decades of survival in the apocalypse, Yang Shuo encountered too many injustices. If he made a wrong move, he would lose everything.

If survival in the apocalypse is counted as a starting point, Yang Shuo has already fallen behind from the early stage of the competition.

In the past, Yang Shuo had no choice, but now, his life has not yet begun, he still has choices, and nothing has changed.

"If I'm strong enough, who would dare to despise me?!" Thinking of all the injustices encountered in his previous life, Yang Shuo half-closed his eyes, and two gnawing rays of light refracted out. At this moment, a wave that shouldn't have appeared on him Senhan's killing intent gushed out from him at this age!

"It's just that the eight-armed ape demon who spent all his money to summon did not come with the rebirth..." Yang Shuo was very rational, quickly cleared up his emotions, and accepted the fact of rebirth. At this moment, what he cares most about is his own strength .

The end of the world is approaching, and the air is filled with unexplainable mysterious particles. The particles are polarized. It may be a strong virus that kills people, or it may be a godsend that changes the body and endows the living body with various supernatural powers.

Humans call it nuclear energy.

And the existence that can absorb this kind of free nuclear energy from the world into the body, condense it into supernatural powers, and arouse it at will during the battle, is what ordinary people call the god-sent person, which means God's favor.

The nuclear energy was the same at first, but it was stimulated by different people to form a variety of strange abilities.

On a larger scale, it is divided into ten categories: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, electricity, spirit, and psychology; in addition, there are limbs, beasts, plants, magic, martial arts, Dozens of small categories such as energy.

And Yang Shuo's supernatural ability in his previous life was one of the subcategories, called the existence of a summoner.

Summoners, use their own nuclear energy to summon, and then form a contract with the summoned object to use against the enemy.

Unlike those dragon blood warriors who can easily blow up huge boulders with one punch after awakening, and unlike the magicians who are born to control water and fire to kill people, the ability of a summoner is relatively weak.

The higher the nuclear power, the stronger the summon.

This seems to be a bright prospect, but there is a prerequisite, that is, how to become stronger?
The doomsday is ruthless, and accidents are very likely to occur no matter when and where. The ability such as summoner can highlight the advantages in the later stage. However, in this chaotic world, how many people can climb to the level of arrogance? The height of the crowd?
Take Yang Shuo as an example. In the initial stage, his nuclear energy was weak, and he could only summon cannon fodder such as giant grasshoppers and frightened chickens. I don't know where I died.

Now recalling the original persistence, Yang Shuo couldn't help showing a bit of bitter self-mockery.

However, this self-mockery didn't stay on Yang Shuo's face for a long time, and after a while, he returned to his ice-cold face.

Years of survival in the apocalypse have already given Yang Shuo a calm heart. Whether it is summoning pets or weapons, they are all things outside the body. As long as life is there, everything is possible.

After many years of experience, Yang Shuo is not completely without cards. While exploring a relic, Yang Shuo accidentally discovered a sacrifice summoning formation. As long as the sacrificed items are valuable, then it is very possible to summon the Headless Horseman , abyssal monsters, and three-headed dragons are powerful and strange summons.

It was by virtue of this formation that Yang Shuo escaped crisis after crisis.

What's more, throwing away this hole card, Yang Shuo still has a lot of treasures, not nothing.

This treasure is the memory of many years after he truly stepped into the apocalypse.

From ignorance to indifference, from youth to middle age, he has experienced too much and seen too much.

His memory has many treasures that have not been excavated; people or things, treasures and things; over the years, things he has heard, encountered, missed, and regretted have not yet happened; Envious of the adventure, he can soar upwards and soar through the clouds as long as he grasps one.

What's more, after years of bloody battles, those heavy memories of penance and rich combat experience are Yang Shuo's most precious treasures.

With these, Yang Shuo will no longer fall behind others on the starting line in the future. If he operates properly, it is not an unattainable dream for him to reach a higher level and reach the status that thousands of people admire.

Those grief-stricken regrets have not yet happened, those tossing and turning hatreds are no longer far away, and those that should belong to me may be able to get back.

With these longings, Yang Shuo leaned on the bedside. At this moment, there was a dead silence in his pupils, which was like the tranquility before the eruption of a volcano, silent but with the breath of destruction.

In the last life, fate was wasted, and there were too many joys and sorrows.

In this life, Yang Shuo clenched his right fist and swore secretly.

Go against the sky and change your fate, no matter what!

The haze that had been in my heart for many years dissipated at this moment. At this moment, Yang Shuo turned into a butterfly like a chrysalis, and his whole temperament changed drastically.

Although Yang Shuo lived here, after all, it was decades ago, and many memories have been shifted. At this moment, the most important thing for him is to figure out the situation here!

(End of this chapter)