Chapter 969

If he could do it all over again, Athelst would definitely kill Salas at all costs, and he would not be accepted by the Godhunters Alliance! It's a pity that some things in the world are always so helpless. After the two figures of Salas appeared from the dark, he knew that there was nothing he could do about Salas.

Osoai was seriously injured, and even though he hadn't lost his combat power, he couldn't help him much. Before Han Shuo's future, the battle between him and Osoi had consumed too much of his strength. Facing Han Shuo and the three of them in peak condition, he knew he was powerless to fight, and his eyes revealed a desperate effort that was about to die.

"Is there anything else to say?" Han Shuo glanced at Osoai, not going to continue talking nonsense with him.

At this point, Ossau seemed to realize that he was in a desperate situation. Seeing that Han Shuo was going to make a move, Ossau stepped on the ground, and the divine power in his body was projected into the ground, and an earthen wall suddenly rose.

At the same time, Osoai took out a space scroll, intending to tear apart the void and escape.

Han Shuo didn't do anything, but watched Osoai's actions with a sneer on his face, watched him gather the power of the earth to form an earthen wall in front of him, watched him take out the space scroll, watched him urge the space scroll strength.

A bright light appeared on the space scroll for a while, but only for a while! Immediately, all the brilliance disappeared, and the space scroll returned to calm.

"This... this is..." Ossau was completely desperate, his eyes were full of lifeless gray.

"In my hidden magic valley, no one can come and leave as soon as they say!" Han Shuo grinned, and finally killed Osoai himself.

Vassis and Salas ignored them, and surrounded Athelst with a smile, and a battle without suspense suddenly broke out.

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At the same time, another formation was in the center.

Dagmar stood still, surrounded by dark clouds, wisps of strange brilliance turned into huge monsters, dancing beside him.

Dagmar's eyes were gray-white, and there were many bloody shadows reflected in his pupils. Those familiar figures who were rotting all over their bodies seemed to come out of the underworld of hell, and rushed towards him frantically, sticking out their pus-drenched rotten flesh one after another. Hands, pulling and entangled on him...

Various scenes appeared in Dagmar's mind,

He seemed to understand that all of this was an illusion, but Dagmar felt extremely real in it, and he couldn't get out of it unless he broke the obsession in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but Dagmar's mind gradually recovered. Relying on the madness brought about by killing all the way for many years, he abandoned all the fetters in his heart, and condensed the death power in his body into a death scythe to cut off all illusions.

Suddenly, a familiar figure slowly walked out of the smoke with a bone spur in hand.

Dagmar sneered disdainfully, thinking that it was just another illusion.

Thinking of this, the death scythe, which was condensed by the power of death and had not yet dissipated, swayed again, and slashed towards the figure that suddenly appeared!

Strange things happened.

Halfway through the death scythe, it was suddenly no longer under his control, and all the death forces became chaotic, and it was no longer able to support the scythe to draw it down!

Not only that, in an instant, all the death elements here were no longer dragged by Dagmar, and rushed into the thin shadow that had just appeared.

Suddenly, Dagmar realized that he had lost his attraction to the element of death!

Not an illusion!

With a chill in his heart, Dagmar yelled: "Han Hao, is it really you?"

Han Hao, the little skeleton who was slowly approaching with the bone spur, had strange lights flashing in his eyes, and weird runes flashed in his pupils. The purest death power of the shards faintly affected Dagmar, making him want to surrender and bow down involuntarily.

"Dagmar, you are no longer my opponent. As long as you swear allegiance to me and open your soul to me without reservation, I will spare you." Han Hao stared at Dagmar firmly, and said indifferently.

"Haha...haha..." Dagmar laughed, tears were about to flow from the laughter, pointing at Han Hao and saying: "Let me surrender to you? Haha, what ability do you have to make me surrender to you? Han Hao, do you remember?" Wait, you are my subordinate, you have always been! If you want to seize power, you have to see if you have the strength!"

When he was in Death God Realm, Han Hao followed Dagmar for more than 50 years. Now, Han Hao threatened to ask Dagmar to submit to him. For Dagmar who has been aloof for so many years, this is definitely the most difficult thing to accept.

Han Hao looked at Dagmar, pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly, and said indifferently: "Let me show you!"

Strange inscriptions emerged from the bone spurs one after another, and slowly floated to Dagmar's side. Dagmar wanted to fight to the death, but suddenly found that all the death power in his body was faintly restrained by the inscriptions, and his own power was continuously Not a single percent of it can be played out.

"Why, why didn't you have no fragments of godhead on your body when you were in the deep valley last time?" Dagmar yelled unwillingly.

He could feel that the inscription flowing out from the bone spur came from the fragments of the godhead. Compared with before, the power of the fragments of the godhead is now more mysterious. It turned out that when facing Han Hao, he still had the strength to resist, and Han Hao couldn't really do anything to him.

However, when he fought Han Hao again this time, he instinctively felt a helpless sense of frustration from the bottom of his heart. The power of death that he had cultivated for thousands of years seemed to have left him, and he was useless at all.

Dagmar knew in his heart that today's Han Hao should have truly integrated and absorbed the fragments of the godhead, and he was very clear about what this meant-from now on, in terms of death power, except for the main god Nestor who holds the godhead, there will be no one People are his opponents!

"Dagmar, surrender to me! As long as you are willing to surrender to me, I will not touch you!" Han Hao looked at Dagmar who was in a daze with cold eyes, and continued to speak coldly.

"I'd rather die than surrender to you!" Dagmar yelled, the death power remaining in his body suddenly burst out, blowing up his bones, heart and lungs in an instant, his soul flashed, and the strange fluctuations washed away Come, let the dark light dissipate...

Dagmar knew in his heart that facing Han Hao who had fused the fragments of the godhead this time, he who also cultivated the power of death would not even be able to burn jade and stone together. Before he can bombard Han Hao with the power of death, under the influence of the fragments of the godhead, those power of death will dissipate automatically.

Dagmar was an arrogant person, even though he knew that he could escape by bowing his head, he still didn't agree. As Han Hao's former commander, he couldn't bow his head to Han Hao, and he was not Han Hao's opponent, so he could only ask for death.

When Dagmar's spirit fluctuated, Han Hao knew that Dagmar had completely disappeared from the world, which made him a little stunned, and he didn't understand why Dagmar would rather choose to die completely than submit to him.

Staring blankly at Dagmar's corpse, Han Hao's eyes sparkled. After a while, he shot out a cloud of will-o'-the-wisps condensed by magic power, wrapped around Dagmar's body, and burned Dagmar's body into ashes.

Dagmar, whose strength has reached the realm of the main god, even if he is dead, his divine body is still very useful. His bones can be refined into the most powerful bone spears and bone spurs, his skull and brain can be refined into some evil artifacts, and even his skin has great uses.

But for some reason, Han Hao didn't make a fuss about Dagmar's corpse. Instead, he spared no effort to use his will-o'-the-wisp to slowly cremate his corpse until he saw that Dagmar's corpse had really turned into ashes.

A simple white bone ring landed on the ground calmly. After hesitating for a moment, Han Hao took a step forward and took the strange ring made of white bones. The death power in his body flashed in the white bone ring. Suddenly, a huge The Throne of Bones manifests itself in the void.

Han Hao was taken aback for a moment, pondered for a while, and then slowly sat on the throne of bones. With a move in his heart, a bit of death power was sent to the Bone Throne, and the Bone Throne flew out automatically, moving anywhere according to his mind.

A trace of strange energy fluctuations came from the Bone Throne, and slowly reached a strange tacit understanding with Han Hao's soul. After Han Hao's pure death power submerged into the Bone Throne, the Bone Throne that had been in Dagmar's hands seemed more and more Horrifying and terrifying, it seems that Han Hao's power has brought some changes to this throne of bones.

Han Hao, who was sitting in the throne of bones, suddenly felt that the throne of bones had become a part of his body, like the seven bone spurs on his back, which had a wonderful sense of connection with him. Thinking about it this way, Han Hao got down from the throne of bones again, stood on the ground and looked up at the throne of bones suspended in mid-air.

With a movement in his heart, the Bone Throne moved aside with a whoosh, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and the corner of Han Hao's mouth showed a cheerful arc, playing with the newly acquired Bone Throne with great joy.

Following his will, the Bone Throne continued to float in mid-air, and the speed became faster and faster.

After playing for a while, Han Haofei jumped onto the Bone Throne, sat on it and projected his divine power of death into the Bone Throne. The Bone Throne seemed to come alive suddenly, and the ferocious bones swung like knives.

At a glance, Han Hao, who was sitting in the center of the bone throne, seemed to be a huge bone monster, making many attacks with extreme agility.

Han Hao didn't leave here in a hurry, and indulged in the thrill of manipulating the Throne of Bone. He faintly felt that the Throne of Bone was not Dagmar's property, because when Dagmar held it, he didn't take the Throne of Bone. The role really comes into play.

However, the power in his body seemed to have triggered a certain restriction in the center of the Bone Throne. Once the Bone Throne came into his hands, it suddenly had many magical uses.

(to be continued)