Alien world

Chapter 871 102.Fasi Tundra
"Everything you have will be given to me."

The low, powerful words caused sticky ripples in the magma lake.

The lava rippled on the lakeside. Annan lowered his head and said stiffly, "That's my honor."

"No matter life, treasure, or soul."

"No matter life, wealth...treasure, or soul." Annan's eyes flashed with a flash of struggle, but he continued as he said.

The Demon Lord confirmed that Annan had been controlled: "I want you to take your floating city to the east and kill its minions, at any cost!"

Annan suddenly trembled violently at this moment, and his numb eyes regained some clarity: "No... I won't touch the stone with an egg..."

"You must go..."

"No... Lord... Demon Lord, don't try to manipulate me in my dream!"

Annan suddenly broke free from the control of the demon king and cast the only spell he could cast now: the talent spell.

This means that the demon king can face Annan a little more seriously.

As the light beam became more solid, an angel holding a giant sword slowly appeared from between the clouds.

"God Realm? No! How can you have such power..."

Annan saw familiar figures in those light balls: Ymir, Broken Tooth, and the sacrificed warriors of Hell Mountain...

Annan stopped singing and said seriously: "I have no intention of being an enemy of you, the great demon king... We have appreciated magic images together and spent a lot of happy time. I feel that we should not be enemies..."

At this time, the slowly descending angel gradually faded away.

Like an obscure spell being chanted, waves rippled along the banks of the lava lake. A bright golden light beam, completely different from this scorching hell, pierced through the apocalyptic red clouds and poured down like a god descending.

"What do you want me to do?" Annan finally chose to cooperate.

The Demon Lord stared at Annan in deep thought. At a certain moment, the pressure on his soul suddenly dissipated.

The flaming shadow of the Demon Lord looked up at this scene, and the lava lake stirred up turbulent waves with its anger.

"how come……"

The other claw of the Demon Lord brushed by, and the rising lava condensed into the image of a red dragon warlock with long hair and a dragon tail.

"You can't say no...if you still want the souls of your men."

There is also a possibility that the Demon King peeked into his thoughts and his own weaknesses during the brief control just now... But Annan didn't dare to gamble.

What if the soul in its hands is real...

"I have a condition. You must first give me half of your soul."

So...the Demon Lord is actually watching his every move! ?

The claw that was completely made of deep dark red magma, and the lava was still flowing downwards, suddenly had numerous balls of pure white light appearing in it.

"Kill it."

Saying that, it raised its hand.

Annan once went to the devil's notary office to ask the trainee devils, but they said that the souls in the River of the Dead depended on luck, and they could not accurately find those souls... Unexpectedly, they were collected by the devil king.

"No...you are not qualified to bargain." The Demon Lord refused.

Annan frowned: "Then how do I know the soul in your hand is real?"

"Want to take a gamble, little human being..." The Demon Lord picked up those souls and put them to his mouth.

"Okay! I promise you! I will deal with that red dragon, no matter what the cost..." Annan said loudly, "But I hope you will do what you say!" To expect the devil to do what he says, Annan might as well dream about one day in the future. , Martin suddenly tore open his face: "Aha, I'm sorry to have played with you for so long. In fact, I am the God of Fools!"

But Annan could only agree to it first, in order to leave here, for... the souls.

……

Annan woke up slowly and saw the familiar ceiling and a pair of beautiful worried eyes.

"I'm fine..." he said.

"The Demon Lord?" Olmedo asked.

Annan sat up and leaned on the pillow erected by Itilia: "Well... it forced me into a dream, and used some unknown rewards to lure me to the Fas tundra and kill the demon commander, a Legendary Red Dragon Warlock."

It can make the entire Kingdom of Dimon stand ready, and the Holy Grail Knight goes there. The minion that the Demon King is worried about... It is by no means an ordinary legendary red dragon warlock...

Even if its strength is not as good as that of our current ancestors, it will not be much inferior.

"It promised you treasure?" Olmedo guessed that Annan promised it.

"No...it's Ymir, the souls of Broken Tooth and the others..."

"Are they in its hands?"

"I'm not sure, but I wouldn't bet on it."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Let's go take a look first. At least there are the main forces of the entire Dimon Kingdom over there. We are not fighting alone..."

The main force of the Kingdom of Dimon plus Liberty City...mainly the Skeleton King, Mr. Swaro, and Dean Breshim should be able to defeat a group of demons and the legendary red dragon warlock, right?
"If that doesn't work, let Ilimoyas invite her ancestors... where is her dragon?"

"I'll go to the lair after I get you back."

Annan stood up and said, "Without further ado, I'll set off with her now."

……

There is a cruel winter in the north, but at least in autumn, the beauty here is not inferior to that of spring.

The sun shines through the clouds floating in the sky and falls on the ground, in the forest, and in the streams. The shadows seem to cling to the ground and undulate. This is a gift only for the creatures soaring in the sky.

The animals rolled in the lush carpet-like grass, enjoying the gentle caress of the wild grass and the brief peace above it...

As Annan moves eastward, these beautiful scenes become fewer and fewer, and at the end of the skyline, the sky burns like fire, and the earth trembles violently, as if it has been cut open by invisible giant claws. Black and red blood oozed from the wound...it was a group of demons from the abyss. They gradually converge into a frenzy of extinction.

Annan's eyes retracted from the despairing distance and landed on a pure land that had not yet been touched by demons and was still full of life.

A majestic city with countless tall towers is located on the only high mountain in this tundra. Those mage towers shine in the sun, like long needles made of pearls and silver, tall, straight, and dazzling.

At the foot of her mountain, long lines of vehicles gathered from all sides of the kingdom, transporting supplies and soldiers to fight the devil here.

Annan wanted to go straight to the city on the mountain to tell him why he was here, but he saw a familiar face at the foot of the mountain.

He patted Ilimoyas and asked her to land in front of the simple camp.

Holding the circled long whip, Shadow Song, who was training the prisoner soldiers on the playground, raised his head in surprise and watched the blue dragon carrying the familiar figure land in front of him.

"Annan?"

Annan waved his hand.

"I told you, we will meet again."

(End of this chapter)