Light frost kills a single grass, and the wind cannot destroy the ten thousand wood forests, and now Yang Shuo is no longer alone, on this land, he has a trace of real self-preservation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Xiaguang War Regiment, slaughtered.

Three natal realms, two nuclear transformation realms, this kind of force has a pivotal position no matter where it is, but now, they are directly wiped out as if they were being overwhelmed by 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 exhaustion flashed in his eyes, a moment ago, he didn't seem to do anything, but the repeated summoning had consumed a lot of his mental power, besides, in that environment, he was also under a lot of pressure.

Cerberus was badly injured.

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

Zombie species.

Its special constitution gives it an immortal body, fission, healing, fission, and healing, and in such a cycle of death, the Cerberus gradually grows.

The left dog's chest was pierced, and the right dog's head was smashed to the point of almost bursting, and they crawled on the ground, leaving two scarlet marks wherever they went, and at first glance, they were simply two broken corpses, which made people feel creepy.

Approach, slowly approach.

When the left dog and the right dog merge together, the bones and blood begin to fission, as if genetic recombination, and in a dozen seconds, they transform into a double-headed form.

Cerberus is good at frontal fighting, even if the defense is still not strong enough, but this is not a problem, after promotion, it has a talent, when it continues to devour blood food, it will absorb some of the advantages of that race, as long as it swallows all the way, it will one day make up for its physical defects.

Slaughter.

It's going to be a long process.

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

Yang Shuo nodded.

However, he ordered Hell to drag Yu Long to a corner where no one was to eat.

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

Ibu's face was not good.

The joy of completing the killing blow gradually annihilated from the moment Cerberus held Yu Long's corpse, she thought of something, her face was a little pale, and a pair of eyes looked at Yang Shuo in surprise.

She raised her head, her delicate little face was full of thought, the tip of her delicate nose was high and straight, but it was difficult to hide the tediousness in her heart.

Along the way, although Eevee has seen Cerberus eat, the objects it devours are beasts and zombies, and now, it has moved its target to the afterdragon, which is inevitably a little difficult for Eevee to accept.

With some resentment, Yibu glanced at Yang Shuo deeply, and wanted to say something several times, but finally sighed, turned his head, and resisted the impulse in his heart.

Not......

Feeling Ebu's gaze, the corners of Yang Shuo's mouth curled slightly.

Unbearable?!

Even though Ibu has survived in the wild for a long time, her heart has never really turned black, and now she lacks a trace of bloodthirsty cruelty and disregard for life.

Her mind was still a little imprisoned.

That's not going to work.

I need some time to train her.

There seems to be something wrong with the word.

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

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

This is an unusual adjudicator.

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

Something interesting.

His faith has never changed, and he can still die and fight for the sake of fighting, but he lacks some of the other elements of the judge, love and mercy.

Inquisitor.

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

He regarded all enemies as the object of killing, cruel and extreme, and he became no longer loving and merciful, which did not make his power disappear, but on the contrary, under the anger and desire for revenge, his moves became more tricky and ruthless.

The verdict was not peaceful.

After excessive sacrifice and death, some radicals emerged, believing that fearless sacrifice was shameful and wasteful, and that only true judgment and killing could make the world truly peaceful.

These people have more iron-clad means, and they don't put their lives at risk for the safety of a single survivor, but instead accumulate strength to kill more powerful enemies and heretics.

They are more ruthless, more close, more eclectic.

Unlike the adjudicators, who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the world, these people are known as the judges.

The Inquisitors are ruthless, even unscrupulous in their pursuit of power, and in their pursuit of power, they will even add some dark-inclined godsends, such as the Bone Warlocks, Necromantic Summoners, and Orcs.

A xenomorph.

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

Ming suddenly had a strange feeling, he raised his head, and his gaze was opposite to Yang Shuo's.

The two didn't speak, and for Ming, Yang Shuo's image was not bad, knowledgeable, and tough, especially calm during the battle.

This is not a simple summoner, and even more powerful than some of the summoners of the natal realm he has encountered, this kind of strength is not the type and power of the demon spirit, but the kind of confidence and calmness from the heart.

Especially Yang Shuo's eyes are full of decay, his age obviously does not look very big, but he has a thicker vicissitudes than his peers.

Lone wanderer?

It's a strange bunch of guys.

Nodding, Ming didn't have any extra expression, and then continued to put the legend on his back and walked forward.

The smell of blood here is too strong, and it won't be long before some uninvited guests are invited, and before that, they need to keep 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, but compared to the end of Yang Shuo and others, they were a group of abandoned actors, and from today on, their stories will come to an end...... (To be continued.) )