Chapter 2015: Nathan

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Chapter Two Thousand and Fifteen
The power of losing civilization is not only unprecedented in combat power, but also unprecedented in art, architecture, and even productivity. A civilization that has reached this level is extremely terrible.
You must know that the loss of the productive forces of civilization has been terrible to the point that it cannot be increased. Their power is simply beyond description.
Even if it is one of the most common members of lost civilization, there are also artifacts such as God of Death and Destruction, and they can also enjoy endless resources. This resource is even countless times more than any saint.
Therefore, in the era of lost civilization, even the most ordinary member can hang the saints. The incomparably powerful Lord of Lost Civilization can even kill Tian Dao Sheng with a snap of his fingers.
Using the Supreme Crown, I have built an unprecedented group of buildings. As a place where human races survive.
It can be said that just building this complex, I do n’t know how long it took.
After everything is built, I will face the saints of other races.
At this time, I met these saints in Biyou Palace, the largest building of the human race.
After receiving the interview, one saint after another was uneasy. Because they don't know what kind of person I am. But from the moment I raised my hand, I could destroy all ghost groups. It means that my temper is definitely not better.
Even these saints who seemed high above and omnipotent shivered at this time.
Because among them, there is not even a Promise Saint, but I instantly killed a Promise Saint while raising my hand.
Countless saints entered Biyou Palace. When these people came in, my expression suddenly felt a little trance. Because I seem to have seen the scene once.
At the beginning, Hongjun Patriarch also summoned the Six Saints of Pangu, and then started the first sermon after Hongmeng.
I can't think of how strong I am now.
In my trance, countless saints were seated. At this time, I said coldly: "Today, my human race wiped out the ghost race and became the overlord here. So from now on, I decided to discuss with you about the tribute."
The saints' faces are very ugly. Although the infinite continent has no way to think about how big it is, the resources are not really unlimited.
In the past, when the ghost races were overlords, they tried to suppress these races, or for themselves. Every year tribute of various races. And the number is very large. Especially women, they cause tragedies one after another every year.
After a million years of tossing by the ghost race, the strength of each race is weak. Only those races with saints are still living well.
The saints in front of me all represent a race.
A race with saints, even ghosts, dare not be too bullied. After all, if the saint is angry, it will also cause very serious consequences.
Therefore, after hearing my words, although these saints were afraid, some people still spoke.
"Now that the ghost race has been destroyed, then all races will naturally have to repeat their previous lives. Everyone will not have to pay tribute to any race. This is what we all want to see the most." A saint said.
"Yes, ghost races are going backwards, and destruction is already inevitable. But all of our races are innocent. If you ask us to pay tribute, what's the difference with ghost races?" Another saint asked glaringly.
After all, the saints are proud, and at this time they also said one after another.
It seems that everyone is very dissatisfied, and it is no wonder that the original atrocities of the ghost races have caused them great dissatisfaction, making them dare not to speak out.
Later, they also made some moves, such as uniting many saints and fighting against the ghost race together.
It also played a lot of effects, so that the ghost family did not dare to bully them too much.
Now when they see me, they also hold this idea. That is to unite together, no longer pay tribute, nor recognize the dominance of the human race.
When I heard their words, my voice said indifferently: "What you said makes sense. After all, ghost races are extremely evil, and we cannot be like them."
"Therefore, my tribute will be only one-tenth of the ghost race, and I will no longer ask for women. Should this be okay?"
Hearing my words, many saints nodded and felt that at this time, the conditions proposed by the human race were not too excessive.
But there are still many saints, at this time decided to resist.
My eyes are extremely cold, and my eyes have a hint of killing.
It's not that I have a cruel character, but that is the case with racial hegemony. When the ghost races rose, they bullied the human races everywhere. Other big clans also took advantage of the fire. Half of the women of the human race were taken away by the ghost race, and the other half fell into the hands of these big clans.
But now the human race has risen. Naturally hegemony. Only then can we survive.
My request is not excessive, after all, I did not ask for any women, or even asked for too many resources.
After all, the human population is small.
But many saints are still unwilling to bear.
Thinking of this, I said coldly: "You think I'm too much, but don't you people accept the tribute of others?"
Many saints shut up at this time. After all, any race with saints is a big clan.
The big clan accepts the blessing of the small clan, so naturally it is a matter of course.
Such a tributary system is very stable in the infinite continent, where the strong are like clouds. For example, the small clan dedicates resources to the large clan, and the large clan also devotes to the ghost clan. The ghost race must also be dedicated to a higher existence.
Therefore, they are not qualified to refute, because their refusal is meaningless.
"I am now the master of the human race, and I represent the human race. Now the rise of the human race requires a lot of resources. You have occupied this area for so long. You should give us some resources." My voice said indifferently: "I will give you again One last chance. Otherwise, you will pay tribute every year, and I will protect you. Or die. I have lost my patience. "
"Don't give, just don't give!" A saint stood up, he was full of shocking power, and then said: "We have endured the oppression of the ghost race, and we don't know how many years. Now the ghost race is destroyed, but you Continue to oppress us. "
"No? Well, you succeeded in arousing my murderous intention." I smiled slightly, and then said: "I give you the opportunity to gather all your strength and fight with me outside the human race three days later."
"I only made one move. If you are not dead, I will let you go. I will not mention the matter of Nagong since then. What do you think!"
"Good!" Many saints shouted at this time. His eyes were very excited.
It's just that they didn't see the coldness in the corner of my mouth.