If he could do it all over again, Athelst would definitely kill Shahui at all costs so that the Hunter God Alliance would accept him! Unfortunately, some things in the world are always so helpless. After the two figures of Salas emerged from the darkness, he
I knew there was nothing I could do to take Salas again.
Osauai has been seriously injured. Even if he has not lost his fighting power, he cannot be given much help. Before Han Shuo's future, the battle between him and Osauai consumed too much of his strength. Facing Han Shuo and the others at their peak.
, he knew he was powerless to fight, and his eyes revealed a desperate determination that death was imminent.
"Nothing more to say?" Han Shuo glanced at Ossoe and was not ready to continue talking nonsense with him.
At this point, Ossoe seemed to realize that he was in a desperate situation. When he saw that Han Shuo was about to take action, Ossoe stepped on the ground and projected his divine power into the ground. A wall of earth suddenly lifted up.
At the same time, Ossoe took out a space scroll and tried to tear the void to escape.
Han Shuo did not take action, but looked at Ossoe's actions with a sneer on his face. He watched him gather the power of the earth to form a wall in front of him, watched him take out the space scroll, and watched him use the power in the space scroll.
.
A bright light appeared on the surface of the space scroll for a moment, but only for a moment! Immediately, all the brilliance disappeared, and the space scroll returned to calm.
"This...this is..." Oso was completely desperate, his eyes filled with lifeless gray.
"In my magic hideout, no one can come or leave at will!" Han Shuo grinned and finally went to kill Osoai himself.
Vassis and Salas glanced at each other and surrounded Athelst with a smile. A battle without suspense suddenly started.
At the same time, in the center of the outer formation.
Dagmar stood erect. The dark clouds around him were dim. Wisps of strange brilliance transformed into huge monsters, dancing around him.
Dagmar's eyes were gray-white. Many bloody shadows were reflected in his pupils. Those familiar figures, covered with rotten bodies, seemed to have walked out of hell. They rushed towards him crazily, one after another, stretching out their rotten flesh dripping with pus.
Hands pulled and entangled him...
Various scenes appeared in Dagmar's mind. He seemed to understand that it was all an illusion. However, Dagmar felt that it was extremely real when he was in it. If he could not break the obsession in his heart, he could not get out of it.
I don't know how long it took for Gema to gradually recover his mind. With the madness gained through years of killing, he abandoned all the bonds in his heart and condensed the death power in his body into a death scythe to cut off all illusions.
Suddenly, a familiar shadow slowly walked out of the heavy smoke carrying a bone spur.
The corners of Dagmar's lips curled into a sneer of disdain, thinking that this was just another illusion.
Thinking like this, the death sickle, which was condensed from the power of death and had not yet dissipated, shook again and slashed towards the figure that suddenly appeared!
Something strange happened.
The death scythe was halfway through its journey, and suddenly it was no longer under his control. Some of the power of death became so chaotic that it could no longer support the scythe!
Not only that, in an instant, all the death elements here were no longer pulled by Dagma, and suddenly poured 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 shouted: "Han Hao, is it really you?"
The little skeleton Han Hao came slowly with the bone spur in his hand. A strange light flashed in his eyes. Weird runes flashed across his pupils. The bone spur clenched in his hand suddenly burst out with an irresistible force of death.
The pure power of death had a faint influence on 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 unreservedly, I will spare you." Han Hao stared at Dagmar and said indifferently.
"Haha...haha..." Dagma laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out. He pointed at Han Hao and said: "Let me surrender to you? Haha, what ability do you have to make me surrender to you? Han Hao, remember that you are
My subordinates have always been! If you want to seize power, you have to see if you have the strength!"
When he was in the Death God Realm, Han Hao followed Dagmar for more than fifty years. Now, Han Hao threatened to ask Dagma to surrender to him. For Dagma, who has been in a high position for so many years, this is definitely a problem.
The hardest thing to accept.
Han Hao looked at Dagma, pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly and said indifferently: "Let me show it to you!"
Strange inscriptions emerged from the bone spurs one by one, and slowly floated to Dagma's side. Dagmar was about to fight to the death, but suddenly found that all the death power in his body was faintly checked by the inscriptions, and his own power continued.
Not even a single cent can be exerted.
"Why, why last time in Shenzhen
At that time, you didn’t have any fragments of your godhead on your body?” Dagmar was unwilling to give in:
He could feel that the inscriptions flowing out of the bone spurs came from the fragments of the godhead. Compared with before, the power of the fragments of the godhead was more evil and unpredictable. It turned out that when he faced Han Hao, he still had the power to resist, but Han Hao couldn't
What to do with him really.
However, this time when he met Han Hao again, he instinctively felt a sense of helpless 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 was of no use at all.
Dagmar understood in his heart that today's Han Hao should have truly integrated and absorbed the fragments of the godhead. What this meant was that he knew very well that from now on, in terms of the power of death, except for Nestor, the main god who holds the godhead, no one will be the leader.
His opponent!
"Dagma, surrender to me! As long as you are willing to surrender to me, I will not touch you in the slightest!" Han Hao looked at the lost Dagma with cold eyes and continued to say coldly.
"I would rather die than surrender to you!" Dagmar shouted sharply, and the remaining death power in his body suddenly burst out, destroying his bones, heart and lungs in an instant. His soul flashed and was swept away by strange fluctuations.
, dissipated into a wisp of dark light...
Dagmar knew in his heart that this time he met Han Hao, who had already fused the fragments of his godhead. He, who also cultivated the power of death, could not even achieve death. Before he could bombard Han Hao with the power of death, under the influence of the fragments of his godhead,
, those forces of death will automatically dissipate.
Dagmar is an arrogant person. He has always been aloof. Even though he knew that he could escape if he lowered his head, he still did not agree. As Han Hao's former commander, he could not bow to Han Hao, and he was not
Han Hao's opponent, so he can only seek death.
As soon as Dagma's soul moved, Han Hao knew that Dagma had completely disappeared from the world. This made him a little stunned. He didn't understand why Dagma would rather choose complete death than surrender to his command.
Looking at Dagma's body blankly, Han Hao's eyes shone with light. After a while, he shot out a ball of will-o'-the-wisps condensed with magic power, wrapped around Dagma's body, and burned Dagma's body to ashes.
Dagmar, whose strength has reached the level of a god, has great uses even after he dies. His bones can be refined into the most powerful bone spears, bone spurs, brain bones and brain marrow can be used to refine some evil artifacts, and even
Every piece of skin has a great purpose.
But for some reason, Han Hao didn't make a fuss about Dagmar's body. Instead, he spent all his strength to use will-o'-the-wisps to slowly cremate his body. He didn't stop until he saw that Dagma's body was actually reduced to ashes.
A simple white bone ring fell on the ground calmly. After hesitating for a moment, Han Hao stepped forward and took the strange ring made of white bones. The death power in his body flashed inside the white bone ring. Suddenly, a huge
The Throne of Bones appeared in the void.
Han Hao was stunned, pondered for a moment, and then slowly sat down on the Bone Throne. With a movement in his heart, he sent a trace of death power to the Bone Throne, and the Bone Throne flew out automatically and moved to wherever he wanted.
A strange energy fluctuation 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 became even more ferocious.
Terrifyingly, it seems that Han Hao's power has caused some kind of change in this Bone Throne.
Han Hao, who was sitting in the Bone Throne, suddenly felt that the Bone Throne had become a part of his body, just like the seven bone spurs on his back, which had a wonderful sense of sensitivity with him. Thinking about it this way, Han Hao started from the Bone Throne again.
He came down from the throne and stood on the ground looking up at the Bone Throne suspended in mid-air.
With a thought in his heart, the Bone Throne moved to the side with a whooshing sound. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of Han Hao's mouth showed a cheerful arc, and he played with the newly obtained Bone Throne happily.
Following his thoughts, the Bone Throne continued to float in mid-air, and its speed became faster and faster.
After playing for a while, Han Hao flew up to the Bone Throne, sat on it and projected his death power into the Bone Throne. The Bone Throne seemed to suddenly come to life, and the ferocious bones began to swing and turn as sharp as 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 attacking movements with great flexibility.
Han Hao was not in a hurry to leave here, and indulged in the pleasure of controlling the Bone Throne. He vaguely felt that the Bone Throne was not Dagmar's thing, because when it was in Dagma's hands, he did not use the Bone Throne's function.
Really show off.
But the power in his body seemed to have touched some kind of restriction in the center of the Bone Throne. Once the Bone Throne was in his hands, it suddenly had many magical uses. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, there are more chapters,