Mu Changli's spiritual power flowed in the sword sea.
When he saw this scene, the sword sea had a slight fluctuation.
Sparkling light flashed from the space.
An invisible person was condensed.
He was dressed in blue.
The military uniform is simple and simple, and the colorless facial features are astonishingly beautiful against the gray scene in front of him.
He looked down at the red-haired man kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently, "Your choice."
The red-haired man's spiritual philosophy carried a burning aura.
He said resolutely, "My clan is willing to surrender to the general and become the general's most loyal and reliable soldiers.
I hope that the general can allow our clan to continue."
There was firm surrender in his words. .
Mu Changli nodded without too much embarrassment, "Okay."
The kneeling red-haired man still maintained his humble posture, showing neither joy nor sadness.
Sure enough, Mu Changli said another sentence, "But there are three conditions."
The red-haired man remained silent and listened quietly to Mu Changli's words, "One, neither you nor your army can survive."
The red-haired man's calm voice came, "Yes."
"Two, within five hundred years, the Man tribe will not be allowed to step out of this star field."
The red-haired man still said without hesitation, "Yes."
"Three, the Man tribe has been driven by the human race for five hundred years."
The red-haired man pondered quietly for a moment, his voice was hoarse, and he kowtowed again, "Yes."
Mu Changli's hand transformed in the air, and golden characters emerged from the void, gradually condensing into a golden contract.
The contract slowly moved, and ancient words appeared from the contract one by one, exuding the ancient breath.
From the moment the contract appeared, the red-haired man had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
The conditions proposed by Mu Changli appeared in his heart bit by bit.
He finally showed an expression of relief, straightened his body, and his fiery red nails started to A drop of red blood, like a burning flame, appeared in the air between his eyebrows.
From the moment he appeared, the air became a little hotter.
The blood flew toward the contract and turned into a mark of sparks, and Mu Changli also used a trace of spiritual power to form a circular mark.
The two parties signed the seal, and the contract was completed.
The golden contract twisted in the air for a moment, then turned into a connected golden chain and disappeared into the sky and earth.
Looking at this scene, a hint of joy flashed in the red-haired man's eyes, but sadness suddenly surfaced again, and finally turned into helpless relief.
At this moment, all the Man clan members felt an inexplicable chain appearing on their bodies, restraining their bodies and preventing them from making any unnecessary movements.
They looked at the emperor who stood up again, with a sad look in his eyes.
All the Man tribesmen broke away from the gray land and turned into human forms.
Looking at their emperor, their eyes were both sad and calm.
The red-haired man's fire-like aggressive face revealed a wild smile.
He looked at his clansmen, then turned to look at Mu Changli, his eyebrows raised in a flying arc, and his low magnetic voice It spread throughout the battlefield, with full teasing and laughter, "Beauty, you are so beautiful.
If you were in our Man clan, I would definitely let you be my queen."
Mu Changli was noncommittal, while the human warriors outside the battlefield showed horrified expressions.
They were really about to die, and their arrogance was high.
Or maybe that's just his nature.
His body gradually became transparent, turning into a fiery red tree with all its roots exposed in the air.
The emerald red luster flowing on the big tree quickly receded, and its vitality turned into fiery red light spots and dissipated in the air. , his branches and leaves quickly withered, falling into mud, the branches shrank, and together with his tribe, turned into withered gray-white.
This big tree that had lost all its vitality fell to the ground, in front of all the tribesmen, and turned into a pair of gray ashes, floating in the air as the wind blew.
Green juice fell in the eyes of the Man clan people who were watching this scene.
Their emperor...
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Mu Changli looked at this scene, moved his fingers slightly, and an invisible spiritual wave radiated out.
The spiritual power he transformed slowly dissipated in this space like water waves.
The sea of swords surrounding this space also disappeared, and the unobstructed black energy quickly covered all the Man tribe members.
In the black fog that symbolizes death, big trees appear one after another, and then quickly die, and the gray ashes float towards the forest, like lifeless prayers, and like the last confession.
Mu Changli, who was surrounded by soldiers, opened his eyes and pressed his eyebrows tiredly, his eyes full of weariness.
Roy, who was following him, watched this scene calmly.
This is whether his limit is true or false.
Mu Changli looked at the people around him and said coldly, "We have made a contract to give them a chance of survival."
He repeated his conditions.
Upon hearing that five-hundred-year limit, most people frowned and thought about its implications.
Although most people were curious about the golden contract that appeared out of thin air, most of them attributed it to the special abilities of SSS-level powerhouses.
Even if they had doubts, they did not dare to question.
Only Roy quietly rubbed his bracelet and wrinkled slightly. lower eyebrow.
The atmosphere in the army became tense for a while, and Adjutant Luo said with a smile, "I was betting on how long it would take for the marshal to finish off the Man clan.
I bet on half an hour.
Now it seems that the marshal really did it in close to thirty minutes."
Everything, now it seems I have won.”
The gentle middle-aged man on the side slowly touched the tea cup in his hand, "That's not the calculation.
How many minutes exactly will it be within thirty minutes?
I have timed it from the beginning.
It is exactly twenty-four minutes.
I bet two.
Ten minutes is closer.”
These two lines of dialogue immediately broke the atmosphere in the venue, and everyone quickly became lively.
Some people were saying, "The staff officer is right, it's only twenty minutes."
Others are saying, "The staff bet was within twenty minutes.
Since it is more than twenty minutes, it is considered wrong.
Adjutant Luo's thirty minutes is correct."
Someone else agreed, "Yes, that's right, what Adjutant Luo said is right.
Counselor, don't even think about wasting this amount of star coins."
The staff officer spoke a little faster, "Really?
I didn't say it would be no more than twenty minutes.
It's clear who's time is closer and who wins?"
There was a quarrel, and the place suddenly became lively.
The Man tribe are extremely difficult to deal with.
After transforming into vines, they are invulnerable to weapons and weapons.
Most weapons can only cause some damage to them, but with their peculiar resilience, they will recover quickly.
In addition, they can emit gray-white gas. , steals people's lives silently, and is one of the most difficult races to deal with.
Countless people die on the battlefield of the Man tribe every year.
In recent years, under the leadership of Chang Li, they have slowly gotten better.
In this final battle, in order to avoid excessive damage to the army, Changli took action himself and easily dealt with the Man clan
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