Apocalypse Demon Summoner

Chapter 95 Arrival
"Do you have to do this? You must have hurt your brain with the summoning to make such a stupid decision."

"You must be crazy, holy soul snake, legend, do you know what these five words represent?"

"Surely those big breasts are tempting you? I knew that you are a guy who can't walk when you meet a woman. All males are like this. What is this called? Die under the peony flower, no, no, no! It's called stupid !"

The little queen was a little annoyed, she stood on the Huanba Die and kept tearing at its two pairs of antennae, which made the poor Huanba Die tremble, but she didn't dare to make any resistance.

Yang Shuo said with emotion: "Can you be quiet for a while? This is not discussing or seeking opinions. I just explain my decision to you."

"Decision?" The little queen frowned angrily, and said with a sneer, "Damn! How can you say such a thing with confidence? Can I not go when you are slaughtering snakes? Could it be that you are dead? Can I survive after that? Damn it, what did you do to the great empress? I'm not going anywhere, and I don't want to accompany you, a lunatic, to deliberately seek death!"

The little queen was obviously furious, and used two damn things in a row. Her mouth curled up, but her petite face did not make people feel oppressed. On the contrary, there was still a little bit of cuteness.

"A holy soul snake in the egg-laying period can only exert [-]% of its original power at most, the body, the nucleus crystal, and the snake eggs that have not been destroyed. Well, I am crazy, but you know what it means ?"

Yang Shuo lowered his head and looked directly at the little queen: "This means that with these things, I can double my strength!"

Sacred Soul Snake, this is a terrifying snake. After adulthood, they can grow up to 15 meters. The scales of the snake are like steel, which are difficult to break. They are natural hunters and the darlings of the heavens. Now, they don't even have natural enemies, and those terrifying ghost-faced spiders, corpse puppets and other monsters are just their food.

Subdue the Holy Soul Snake?
Yang Shuo never thought about this problem. This kind of creature is extremely violent, and if it wants to be tamed wildly, only a legendary beast tamer can do it.

What Yang Shuo is asking for now is only one thing, that is, to use the flesh and blood of the Holy Soul Snake for the second blood sacrifice call.

Blood sacrifice summoning is not like ordinary summoning, it even consumes some of his own origin. After summoning the rotten dog, Yang Shuo has not summoned. On the one hand, he needs to restore some origin, on the other hand, he does not have a suitable sacrifice in his hand .

The Holy Soul Snake met this requirement.

This decision is undoubtedly crazy, but the harvest behind it is also unparalleled.

Yang Shuo made the right bet. The Ziyao camp's current background is only considered vigorous, but it is far from being strong. The Holy Soul Snake may be one of the opportunities for the rise of Ziyao City.

Yang Shuo never lost his direction, he knew exactly what he insisted on.

He fell silent.

The Sacred Soul Snake, whose power has been reduced by [-]%, is also a terrifying existence. Yang Shuo needs to make a plan, a plan that will be foolproof and cut off all dangers.

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Luo Fan stood on the watchtower, looking into the distance from time to time.

Until now, he still feels a little unreal. He is the biggest beneficiary of this war, Luo Fan. After this battle, he successfully awakened the talent of a long-sighted teacher.

The unbelievable things experienced today may be more than the sum of the previous forty years.

He actually met the ruler of the Ziyao Camp, she personally issued the weapon to herself, and she smiled at herself, my God, am I hallucinating?

Luo Fan, he was neither talented nor a heroic warrior. He was just a laborer who was good at farming. His family members died in disasters. Even his only brother died in the mouth of zombies a few years ago. It was a period of time. On a gloomy day, a group of them hid in a dilapidated cave. They were so hungry that the food stored in the cave was not enough for normal consumption. Under long-term starvation, his younger brother walked out of the shelter and became food for monsters.

In Ziyao Camp, he has at least one vegetable field. He will plant some seeds given by the girl named Rose. Unlike ordinary crops, the growth cycle of seeds is very short, and the seeds are full. Relying on planting, he has never felt Hunger, sometimes he also daydreams, if his younger brother hadn't walked out of the cave that winter, would he have survived to this day.

He thought he would end his life in this kind of life.

But he never expected that the attack of the Demon Hunt Squad turned his life upside down.

The battle was terrible. A group of thugs with weapons broke in. They killed anyone they saw, with madness in their eyes. As a man, Luo Fan was also sent to the front line to defend his homeland.

The eyes of the thugs were blood red, like lunatics, each of them was very powerful, Luo Fan was knocked down, and when he was about to be slashed by the opponent, his body suddenly trembled, a feeling that he had never felt before. The heat is circulating in the body.

The thug's movements gradually slowed down in his eyes, and he killed the opponent with a single blow. Only then did he know that he had become a member of the godsend.

Until now, when Luo Fan was able to see the scene thousands of meters away with his naked eyes, he was still slightly surprised.

As night fell, stars filled the sky.

Beside him, it was a boy of twelve or three years old, looking thin and bony. Although his body was thin, he had a handsome appearance, especially his eyes, which were always shining with the light of wisdom. At this moment, he was leaning on the crossbar With a straw in his mouth, he stared at Luo Fan obsessively.

"Little San'er, why are you always staring at me?" Luo Fan asked, perhaps a little uncomfortable, his weather-beaten face and deep-set eyes were full of signs of fatigue.

"Uncle Fan, everyone says that you acquired that miraculous ability in fighting, isn't it... as long as you kill the enemy, you can become like you?" Blinking his eyes, the child looked more mature than his age. His eyes were deep, and his eyes were full of envy.

"What are children thinking about this? You can't come out when those thugs come again!" A momentary fear flashed in the middle-aged man's deep eyes, but it was quickly buried deep in his eyes, and he returned to his normal state. A mild warm current.

"I won't do that! Brother Geng is dead, Mu Lan is dead, Yao Xiazi, and Pigtail are all dead. You think I don't know anything. I'm not a child anymore. I want to kill the enemy!" The child was devastated, spat out the straw in his mouth, and his face was full of resentment.

Ren Zhong didn't speak this time, he sighed, looked into the distance, rubbed his muddy palms, showing a breath of vicissitudes.

He could understand why this immature-looking little guy reacted so exaggeratedly. His sister died in the war yesterday. She had a pair of dimples. Even though life gave her too much hardship, her face always remained the same. With a smile, in the camp, she is like a little angel, quiet and lovely.

But she died, her neck was cut off with a knife, and the thick plasma covered her lovely face, which was particularly dazzling.

Luo Fan was a little sad, which was better than his joy after becoming a godsend.

Maybe because he felt something was wrong, the boy felt a little lost: "Uncle Fan, you won't be angry with me, right? I'm just talking nonsense."

"Uncle Fan, I also want to be a godsend, I also want to protect everyone, I want... to avenge my sister..."

"Uncle Fan?"

Seeing that there was no answer from the other party, the boy raised his head, but saw that Luo Fan, who had been looking lonely just now, was flushed, and the veins on his hands were popping out.

Luo Fan stared ahead, his heart tightened suddenly, he saw a blood-red figure, even though it was a thousand meters away, he could still see the terrifying power refracted from the other person.

It was a monster, a monster he had never seen before. Not long after he became a godsend, Luo Fan's cognition of power was still one-sided, but when he saw that figure, his breathing was stagnant, and his blood was sluggish. Anti-cold.

It was an indescribable feeling, full of evil and destruction, it was stronger than any god-given person I had seen.

Ignoring the boy's question, Luo Fan tremblingly rang the brass bell for warning, then, with all his strength, tearing his voice and roaring:
"Enemy attack!"

(End of this chapter)