Apocalypse Demon Summoner

Chapter 5 Plan ahead
Looking at the vivid faces in front of him, Yang Shuo seemed to exist in a dream, and he couldn't connect it with the frightening information about them in the future.

One month later, it will be the time for the Godsend to open.

At that time, it will be unfortunate for those children who have not detected their talents, but for those children who have successfully become godsends, it seems that they cannot be described as lucky.

Unlike those god-given who consciously unlock their talents, they can choose their own lives independently. For example, children like Yang Shuo who grew up in the preparatory camp have only one value from the beginning, and that is to serve the country.

But as a new God-sent, an existence like Yang Shuo is not even counted as the most basic soldier, but the most basic cannon fodder.

Lovely and pure girls like Bai Miao, Wei Kai, and Bai Rui, once they become god-sent, what they have to face are real alien beasts and zombies.

Sitting still?

Let the time be wasted like this, and then wait until the time when the Godsend opens up a month later?

Yang Shuo didn't want to wait, nor did he want to wait.

In his previous life, he had a timid personality and weak strength. Even after he became a godsend, he was the most useless profession, and he was often ridiculed and stared at by others.

How could Yang Shuo continue to let the story develop towards the original script after reliving his life?

strength!

For Yang Shuo, how to become stronger is his top priority.

Thinking of this, Yang Shuo's eyes flickered with a cold light, and then he said in a voice he could hear: "Perhaps, you can try that method."

Night falls.

The ruins around the preparatory camp were in a mess, no pedestrians were moving around, and there was only a strong smell of rotting meat.

On the ruins, highly decomposed corpses were scattered everywhere like garbage, adding a cruel shadow of death to the surrounding area.

Corpses have become the main tone of this world.

Except for a few survivors, people prefer to call it a cemetery than a wild place.

Cold, dilapidated, desolate, any words to describe negative factors can be used in this place.

The cemetery at night should have been silent, but a battle not far away broke this uncomfortable scene.

A huge rat and a corpse completely devoid of human physiology are confronting each other angrily.

Those are the so-called zombies, slaves of flesh and blood. They have a strong interest in all moving objects. Their mouths and nails contain terrible poison. It only takes twelve hours for ordinary people to get a wound from them. It will become a terrifying existence like them.

And the giant rat is not a simple character. Unlike ordinary ones, this rat is extraordinarily gigantic. It is even comparable to a lamb before the doomsday. Moreover, the rat's front teeth are as large as three inches, and they are as sharp as two daggers.

Dreadrat, he is the product of genetic mutation after the end of the world, no matter in size or ferocity, it has increased several times compared to the previous ones!
At this time, Dreadrat lowered his body and wanted to poke his fangs and growled in his throat. A pair of red eyes stared like fireballs. The gray-brown fine hair on the mandible was covered with blood and saliva was dripping. Dripping, extremely ferocious.

The two sides met in the cemetery, and it was obvious that they both regarded each other as prey in their hearts.

Time didn't stop there, a gust of cold wind blew, and then, the Dreadrat on the left suddenly rushed towards the zombie.

The zombie's rotting face, one eyeball is missing, the wound has no blood, and the body is dilapidated except for the head, and even the bones are exposed, but even so, they can still move!

Human running requires the delicate coordination of the brain and cerebellum. It is impossible for infected zombies to fail to do this. Therefore, these zombies that have not evolved are all staggering and staggering, but because they have lost their thinking, their will to chase their prey is particularly special. Firm and tireless.

This was not a level duel, and the battle quickly came to an end.

The zombie didn't even have any strength to fight back, and was bitten on the head by the Dreadrat. The sharp teeth were like bright daggers, cutting through its head, and the white brain with a fishy smell flowed out. Earth, for the Dreadmouse, it seemed like a huge delicacy, and then he lowered his head and licked it away.

After a day of silence, the dark night is their paradise for Dreadrats, because this is a time for hunting.

However, compared with the past, today it always feels inexplicably irritable here.

suddenly.

The instinct of a beast made him feel the hairs all over his body suddenly stand up, and he vaguely saw some shadow shaking in the dark corner of the alley.

Before it had time to eat the delicious food, the Dinosaur turned its head, revealing its terrifying giant teeth in the distance.

This is its weapon.

It is also the trump card he relies on for a living.

But it was too late.

Yang Shuo's figure appeared behind it in an instant, and his figure emerged from the hazy shadows, and he didn't know how long he had been ambushing here.

A cold dagger pierced directly into its heart.

Immediately, the other hand directly grabbed the Dreadmouse's neck, strictly restricting its dying struggle.

Even though the Dreadmouse is huge, in terms of strength, it is only the most common beast, and it has not reached the level of a strange beast. Therefore, in the case of Yang Shuo's sneak attack, it has no chance to fight back.

Pfft!
With a soft sound, the Dreadmouse's eyes lost their luster, and it was obvious that it had no signs of life.

After the rebirth, Yang Shuo's body has not changed in any way, and he is still in a state of weakness and malnutrition. If he was in the past, he would not be able to face an adult Dreadrat alone.

However, after being reborn, Yang Shuo had decades of strength and tempering in his mind. The Dinosaur, which is extremely terrifying among ordinary people, is just a slightly bigger mouse in his eyes.

Although Yang Shuo has never possessed a strong physique, he has inherited the calmness and composure that he has worked hard for decades in the last days.

Calm judgment, ruthless ultimate moves, and honed killing skills, these three points constitute the current killing.

"A simple creature without a brain." Yang Shuo lifted the dead rat's body expressionlessly, then gradually merged into the shadows and walked towards a secret place.

(End of this chapter)