Chapter 858 How Can You Give My Things To...

The Lord of the Snowfield has not seen many dragon vein magicians, but he has heard of many cases of being easily killed by the giant dragon family after becoming a dragon vein magician.

He asked himself that his strength could surpass most of the dragons, so he didn't care too much about the dragon vein masters who could be killed by the dragons.

However, when the two sides fought, he suddenly realized one thing.

Perhaps the vast majority of dragon vein magicians are not very powerful, but the reason why the dragon clan is so afraid of dragon vein magicians may be because they are afraid of such appearance.

However, the other party was still too young after all.

Although he didn't know what kind of means the other party used to possess such power, but he understood one thing, that is, no power can be easily obtained.

Although he tried his best to resist [Sacred Dragon's Punishment], such a big move should consume a lot of him! Using such a peerless blow should have consumed most of his strength.

But just when he was full of ambition, his eyes were dull.

"【Holy Dragon's Radiant Flame】!"

Flames carrying a large amount of sacred aura filled the entire world, and within the range covered by this golden protective cover, everything was filled with such sacred flames.

"Why, why does he still have such power? Impossible, it is impossible for him not to consume it, but why can he still use such power?"

The Lord of the Snowfield was full of unwillingness and anger, "Why is it that a new civilization like ants can give birth to two peerless powerhouses, and also have the luck to obtain a void elf? Why, why did I work so hard so hard?" After many years of fighting, I have never achieved such an achievement, but the opponent has only used it for a few years."

Now only despair and indignation remained in his heart.

He has not lost all resistance, but he understands that his resistance is useless, and continuing to resist is just a dying struggle.

This made him feel even more desperate.

He knew that in God's Domain, there was no such thing as fairness.

In other words, the concept of fairness is somewhat different. If you are strong now, you can use your own strength to collect resources and make yourself stronger.

If your talent is very good, your luck will also become very good. Even if you often encounter danger, the opportunities after danger will definitely be greater.

There is no way, God's Domain is a place to cultivate strong people.

If you have to talk about fairness, it can only be said that what you get is directly proportional to your cultivation value. This is the greatest fairness for God's Domain.

The master of the snow field was dead, and was killed by continuous dragon language magic.

Maybe he still has some means, but in the face of dragon language magic, most of his means are useless and can only be used as a dying struggle.

After the death of the snowfield lord, Han Chen quietly used the soul lock tower to seal the snowfield lord's soul and lock it in the soul lock tower.

He said that whoever kills a person on Earth is a capital offense.

Anyone who kills one person on the earth, he must and cannot reunite his soul for a hundred thousand years, this oath, he kept his word.

After the Lord of the Snowfield was dealt with, the Lord of Yellow Sand's eyes were filled with sorrow.

He was supposed to be a hero, but unfortunately, his luck was bad, or he chose such a path of death.

At this time, the Yellow Sand Legion suddenly broke through the blockade and came near the Lord of the Yellow Sand.

"There is still hope!"

There was hope in the eyes of the Lord of the Yellow Sand. Since the Yellow Sand Army had arrived, he should have a chance to escape next.

In any case, he must live on.

"Your Excellency, Lord of the Yellow Sand, please stay still."

Just as the Lord of Yellow Sand was about to escape, Han Chen suddenly stopped him, "Didn't you come here to kill me? Why did you just leave?"

The Lord of the Yellow Sand pretended not to hear Han Chen's words, and under the cover of the Yellow Sand Shield, he flew in the direction of the Yellow Sand Army recklessly.

Han Chen did not pursue, but let him go.

He knows the characteristics of the Yellow Sand Shield. Before he opened the door to the myth, he could not break through the defense of the Yellow Sand Shield. Even the power of the curse of darkness would be blocked by the Yellow Sand Shield, so he could only do whatever he wanted. Let him escape.

But it was enough for him, the price for the Yellow Sand Lord's escape was that the remaining legendary existences were treated as sacrifices.

"[So close to the end of the world]!"

Under Han Chen's instructions, Wu Yuan cut off the escape routes of the remaining legendary beings.

The Lord of the Yellow Sand only cared about running for his own life, and the Yellow Sand Legion was also desperately covering his escape. Under the pursuit of the Dragonborn Legion, thousands of people died every second, and he couldn't care less now.

Han Chen looked at the remaining legendary existences: "I'll give you a chance to beg for mercy, but you only have one chance."

A legendary assassin smiled wryly: "I am the person in charge of Xuemo, and I can represent Xuemo to surrender to the Lord."

He could see that even if the blood desert lord was resurrected, he might not necessarily be the opponent of these people in front of him. In this case, it would be better to simply admit defeat.

Han Chen raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Is it just a verbal surrender?"

Xue Mo's assassin said: "We are willing to make an apology and give half of the treasures in the Xue Mo Mountain to the Lord, just begging the Lord not to use weapons against Xue Mo."

Han Chen's eyes were cold: "I gave you the chance to beg for mercy, but judging by your appearance, you don't intend to cherish it."

The person in charge of Xuemo anxiously said: "My lord, we are willing to give half of the income in the territory of Xuemo to your lord. All the resources in the blood desert will be packaged and given to you by us."

Han Chen said coldly, "How can you give me my things as a condition for begging for mercy?"

Xue Mo's principal was at a loss for words. He didn't expect Han Chen to think so. In his eyes, everything about Xue Mo was already in his pocket.

So, he lowered his head and said, "Blood desert is defeated, so you can let your lord handle it."

Han Chendao: "Anyone who sends troops to our earth will be handed over to me for execution. All troops participating in the war against the Star Hall will be handed over to the Star Hall for disposal."

The complexion of Xue Mo's principal changed drastically. This is not to ask them to apologize, but to break their backbone.

They could imagine what would happen to them if they did.

Xuemo can be defeated, apologize, or even kneel down and beg for mercy, but if the troops who fought for them are handed over, Xuemo will cease to exist.

"My lord, please don't make jokes." Xue Mo's head said angrily.

Han Chen raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

The head of Xuemo said humanely: "My lord, the domain of the gods is very large. The Tianzhu was originally the entrance of a new civilization, and the water inside is deeper than what my lord imagined."