Apocalypse Demon Summoner

Chapter 92 Compensation
Du Xi looked at the ferocious expression of the vicious beetle lying on the side. He didn't understand what happened. Originally, they were sure of victory, but the appearance of a group of monsters made their plan go in vain.

There was no other way, he couldn't fight against it with his own strength, so he thought of running away.

In the final analysis, his strength is only comparable to the mid-level nuclear transformation, he is afraid, facing so many terrifying existences, he tries to choose to avoid.

A terrifying figure blocked Du Xi's movements.

It has scars all over its body, and even its white bones are exposed somewhere, but it ignores it because it is already an undead creature.

Cerberus.

Du Rhinoceros recognizes this species, but it is different from the common ones. It has two heads, one ferocious and the other terrifying. If it is an ordinary person, it will feel creepy just by looking at it.

The Cerberus took a step forward, staring at Du Xi closely with two heads, not attacking, like a cat catching a mouse, and there was even a hint of playfulness in the four eyes.

Is it treating me as prey?
Du Xi's face was ashen. In the past, he was also an indisputable presence in the Demon Hunt Squad. His favorite thing was to torture and kill, especially those pretty girls.

He likes to see other people's desperate eyes and pleading screams. In the Demon Hunt Squad, with his status as a godsend, he doesn't know how many people have been slaughtered and how many atrocities have been committed, but the world is impermanent. Who would have thought that he would It turned out to be a plaything in the eyes of the hell dog.

"Tsk, are you disgusting guy trying to kill me?"

Du Xi let out a sinister grin, which suddenly became bitingly cold, and his tone was even more violent and murderous.

Since there is no way to avoid it, it can only attack head-on. It needs to pierce the hellhound's chest with its sharp horns. Only in this way can the hatred in his heart be relieved, and he will have a chance to escape.

Du Xi took a step forward, trying to launch the most violent attack, but at this moment, a strong sense of crisis fell on him, his blood was boiling, and even his breathing was a little stagnant.

"Pfft!"

A sharp pain came from his neck, everything happened too much, Du Xi didn't even have a chance to react, a gust of blood sprayed out.

Behind him, the little queen stretched out her right hand, and there was still a trace of strong nuclear energy left on her chubby index finger.

Compared with facing the enemy head-on, she with a slender figure is more suitable to hide from the side and attack the enemy. Normally, Du Xi might have a chance to find her trace, but just now, his mental power was highly concentrated, so he gave the little queen a chance to sneak attack .

With the death of Du Xi, a chemical reaction seemed to take place on the field, and the offensives of both sides reversed instantly.

The monster alliance composed of tentacle monsters, phantom butterflies, hell dogs, and four zombies inflicted heavy damage on the mob, and more and more people died, which made their confidence suddenly diminish. Finally, some people started to escape. Facing such a terrifying situation The enemy, they obviously lost the courage to fight.

Enemies are driven from their homes.

More than 100 mob corpses were left in the wilderness, and even less than one-tenth of them escaped by chance.

But even so, Ziyao City did not feel any joy, and they also suffered a lot of casualties. Compared with the soldiers, dozens of women and children were killed behind them, and there were mournful cries everywhere. Han lay on the body of a girl and cried bitterly.

Just now, he fought against two thugs alone without defeat, and he was called a true warrior, but now, he cried into tears, showing his weakness and sadness.

They have depended on each other until today, and managed to have a stable residence, but they were destroyed by the demon hunting group. His only relative died tragically today. With a roar, he picked up an iron rod and threw it at the corpse of a thug. Smash it.

He was very powerful, and he swung more than a dozen sticks in a blink of an eye, but even so, he didn't stop his movements, but intensified, and soon, the opponent's head became a puddle of shredded meat.

No one went to stop him.

Even the relatively rational Qiangwei looked at everything in front of her silently.

They need to vent, and if they are deliberately restrained, they are likely to become a lunatic or a blackened person who doesn't care about it at all.

The Jinhua envoys gathered together, surrounding Ziyao, there was a hideous wound on her abdomen, in which was still flowing bright red blood.

They must be treated sooner.

But what happened to the group of monsters in front of him?

Qiangwei resisted her fear and stood in front of the crowd. She stared at the monster, with a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes from time to time.

She has seen butterflies and monsters in the prophecy. Compared with the illusory simulation, the entities in front of her eyes are more vivid and terrifying, especially there are four zombies on both sides of the monster. They roar and their faces are even more horrifying to the extreme. Under the gaze of the monster, the crying around gradually stagnated.

Many took up arms.

Even though these monsters helped them repel the enemy just now, they still felt extremely unreal.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, smooth and relaxed, in stark contrast to the tension around.

It was a man, his face was a little pale, but he couldn't hide his handsomeness, and there were two graceful figures on his shoulders.

"It's Iris and Jasmine!"

Shao Yao screamed, if Qiangwei hadn't held her back, she would have already run in front of the other party with her carefree personality.

The man stopped in front of the group of monsters. He stood there, like a prince in charge of evil, with a majestic look on his stern face.

Qiangwei took a deep breath, and walked towards the man. Her expression was a bit dignified, as if she was overly nervous. She didn't know whether the man was an enemy or a friend, but she would not back down. The will, at this time, needs someone to sacrifice, and she is willing to be this kind of person.

"Who are you?" It was a simple opening remark, but there was a tremolo in the voice.

Yang Shuo put Jasmine and Iris on the ground. He raised his head and stared at Qiangwei. Instead of answering the other party's question, he said directly: "Let's put this aside for now. Before that, I think we should talk about compensation first." The problem."

Qiangwei was a little confused: "What compensation?"

Yang Shuo pointed to Jasmine and looked at the people behind Qiangwei: "Their lives, and your lives."

This world is bloody and dark, he is not as corrupt as the blackened one, nor is he as devout as the holy judge.

Yang Shuo is very pragmatic. He will not take risks for others when he has no interests. Without that ability, it is not worth doing.

And now he's done it.

Jasmine, Qiangwei, and many others survived, so he has the right to offer compensation.

This is a real world, where selflessness and devotion are too fragile, and the warrior with the blade is far more welcome than the cunning schemer.

Qiangwei's stagnant brows began to ease.

This is good,
At the very least, he just wants money, not life.

(End of this chapter)