Doomsday Star Crystal: I have a contracted beast army

Dozens of thunderbolts fell in succession!

The entire head of the sky-swallowing vulture was scorched black by the chop, and Zhao Yin's face gradually turned pale. He didn't stop until his energy was exhausted.

A blast gun appeared in his hand, he mobilized the energy in the energy ring, and penetrated with one shot!

puff!

The entire blast spear sank into the head of the sky-devouring vulture.

At this moment, the huge body of the sky-swallowing vulture shook violently, and then it died completely.

Zhao Yin slowly let go of his hand and stood there, still staring at the Sky-Swallowing Vulture, doing nothing, just watching quietly.

It was as if I was staring at the tombstone of an old friend.

The sunlight above his head fell on Zhao Yin's tall figure, but could not shine into his eyes. No one knew what this cold-blooded man was thinking at this moment.

The whole world fell into dead silence, and the contracted beasts all stood there staring at their master, wondering why he did this.

Especially Lao Niu and Lao Hei, they remember that they almost killed Zhao Yin, but in the end they became his contract beasts.

And what this sky-devouring vulture seems to have done is not as hateful as it was before!

Zhao Dehai and others were also silent. They knew that Zhao Yin could take the Sky-Swallowing Vulture into a contract beast. A powerful B-level beast, with a little training in the future, would definitely be a powerful force.

With the boss's normal personality, how could he kill him?

How could he give it up?

After a long while, Zhao Yin waved his hand and summoned Wang Xiaolei out of the life space.

"Wang Xiaolei, kowtow!" Zhao Yin said.

When Wang Xiaolei heard this, her eyes widened for a moment, and then she seemed to understand something and looked back in panic.

Looking for that figure in the crowd over and over again.

She looked at each person's face several times, her face gradually turned pale, and her tears rolled down like broken pearls.

She didn't say anything, she knelt down silently and kowtowed her head silently.

From the moment Wu Xuegui was swallowed by the supernatural power, it turned into energy and was used by the Sky-Swallowing Vulture to recover from his injuries.

The body was destined not to be found.

Wang Xiaolei got up from the ground and finally couldn't help crying loudly: "Uncle Wu, Uncle Wu... wu wu...!"

"In the apocalypse, you are already my last relative. How can you cruelly abandon Xiaolei?"

"Uncle Wu, everything I have now is because of you fighting for me. You are not my father, but you are better than my father!"

At this moment, the little girl only knew that from now on, she would never see Uncle Wu’s kind smile again!

From then on, in the apocalypse, she was the only one left.

Zhao Yin pulled out the blast gun, collected all the blood flowing out of the sky-swallowing vulture, then cut it into eight pieces and put them all into the space ring.

After finishing everything with his own hands, he walked towards Zhao Dehai and others.

At this time, more than 10,000 survivors in the camp all walked out of the underground bunkers.

Seeing the camp in ruins, many old men and women were crying loudly.

I don't know, they are sad because of the dead people, or they are worried about the future.

"Why is it him?" Zhao Yin asked calmly.

Zhao Dehai knew that Zhao Yin was asking him and what he wanted to ask.

After he arrived at the camp, he explained everything that happened in detail. After hearing this, Zhao Yin sighed silently.

It's no one's fault.

The sky-swallowing vulture arrived too suddenly.

If Li Qingyang hadn't taken precautions and built a bunker underground, and several soldiers had sacrificed themselves, no one here would have survived.

Wang Xiaolei still stood there, staring at the clearing where the Sky-Swallowing Vulture died in a daze.

Zhao Yin pulled out a tree stump from the ruins and threw it to her: "Erect a tombstone for the old cripple!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhao Dehai and others: "I'll give you half a day and we'll set off again tomorrow morning."

Then, Zhao Yin put away all the contract beasts and entered the life space.

The corpse demon Zhang Jie was still lying on the wooden bed next to the silver-skinned fruit tree, showing no signs of waking up.

The two female slaves were still sewing bags, and there was still a small pile of corn left that had not been sent to the granary.

Zhao Yin remembered that when Wu Xuegui was still there, he was worried about being unable to preserve corn.

Dozens of large pots were piled in the pool and washed very clean. Zhao Yin remembered that when Wu Xuegui was still there, he was always meticulous in doing things.

Next to the oil extraction equipment, there were several large barrels of corn germ and fried vegetable oil sealed there. Zhao Yin remembered what Wu Xuegui said when he was still here: "Boss, when more oil is extracted in the future, you can fry fried dough sticks, I can make crispy pan-fried stuffed buns and a lot of fried food.”

More than a dozen large barrels of corn wine were arranged neatly, and a wooden shelf was even specially built to display them.

A huge pool is located where Wu Xuegui usually cooks. In Wu Xuegui's words: "Boss, although the pool is large and the water source has been purified by the life space, it is not considered hygienic after all!"

So at the beginning, he dug this pool with his own hands to store the water he usually drank...

In the life space, everything seems to have the shadow of the old cripple...

"Zhao Yin, what happened?"

Song Xiaodao and Ning Yue walked out of the wooden house nearby. Song Xiaodao seemed to see something from Zhao Yin's expression.

"The old cripple is dead."

Zhao Yin smiled, but the smile could not reach his eyes, and whispered: "I was so stupid."

Song Xiaodao and Ning Yue were silent.

Not far away, the two female slaves who heard these words also froze.

This was the first time they saw Zhao Yin's smile so stiff.

…

Late at night, Yuan Baoer finally fell asleep in Zhao Dehai's arms.

With tears still on her face, the little girl called out in her sleep: "Brother Qingyang...Brother Qingyang...!"

Thousands of bonfires were lit in the dilapidated camp.

The eight hundred ordinary survivors who had followed Li Qingyang, Qingzhuang, also came back and received the news that Li Qingyang and others were dead. Until now, some people were still sobbing softly.

In the entire camp, there were more than 10,000 people. Except for children under ten years old, everyone was not casual. Most of them were staring at the bonfire in a daze.

Suddenly, a group of people came towards Zhao Dehai and others. They were all young and strong, about fifty or sixty years old, and they were a large group of people. From their energy, it could be seen that they were all evolved people who had already existed in the camp.

Zhao Dehai slowly raised his head, took a look, then gently put Yuan Bao'er down, stood up and asked in a low voice: "What do you want?"

"Plop!"

"Plop!" "Plop...!"

Fifty or sixty people knelt down neatly in front of Zhao Dehai.

"Zhao Tuan, we ask you to save the camp!" A strong-looking man looked up at Zhao Dehai.

"Save you?" Zhao Dehai was stunned for a while.

"There are a total of 16,589 people left in the camp, including 8,254 young men and women. The rest are old people and children. Only 53 of us Evolvers can fight the zombies. The fields built by Captain Li during his lifetime have all been destroyed. We There is no way to survive."

After the man finished speaking, all 53 evolvers bent down and kowtowed.

"Tuan Zhao, we all know ourselves. No one can lead the entire camp to survive. You were the commander of the military region. Only you can save us!"

At this time, in the entire camp, everyone around the campfire, except for the sleeping children, all stood up, knelt down and kowtowed.

"Tuan Zhao, please lead us to find a way to survive in the apocalypse!"

"Zhao Tuan, please lead us...!"

Everyone's voices were in unison, and it was obvious that they had discussed something before.