Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 1204: Chapter 800, Dragon Queen, you don’t want to be alone either, right?

“The Dragon Queen is terrifying; she sent so many people running.”

“She’s our leader! I never thought the Trade Alliance would bring her here.”

“Uh, your leader’s beard is gone!”

“That Blood Clan girl is pretty badass too. She’s been holding her ground against the Dragon Queen for so long without losing.”

“Who the hell is Fang Hao anyway?”

The spectators watching from afar began chatting again as they witnessed the forces retreat in chaos.

Among them, people of various races proudly described their clan leaders—

And, of course, which leaders were beaten the worst.

At first, watching the chaos felt relatively harmless.

But now, with so many dead or injured and the rest apologizing and fleeing, it was abundantly clear just how powerful the Dragon Queen was.

In this light, the Blood Clan girl holding her own against the Dragon Queen suddenly seemed incredible too.

…

After the Trade Alliance army had left,

The Dragon Queen turned once more toward her opponent, the Blood Clan girl in front of her.

*Her initial rage, stirred so dramatically, had faded somewhat with this unexpected turn of events.*

The Trade Alliance’s attack was part of her plan.

But the original scheme was to eliminate Fang Hao, not destroy the Trade Alliance headquarters entirely.

And now she had offended four different races in the process.

*She felt manipulated, a pawn in someone else’s game.*

The situation had spiraled beyond control. Her only choice now was to capture the Blood Clan girl to force Fang Hao into the open.

With her mind made up,

Her figure flashed, and once again, the two clashed ferociously.

Clang, clang, clang!

They rapidly closed the distance, exchanging dozens of blows in mere moments.

After their melee strikes, they quickly backed away.

Golden rays and Blood Spears darted through the air, whizzing at their target.

Neither showed any signs of stopping the fight.

Then, a towering skeleton rushed into the battlefield at high speed.

“Dragon Queen, wait—”

Whizz!

A brilliant golden ray shot out, piercing its skull clean through, scattering white bone fragments everywhere.

The crowd froze for a moment, cursed its stupidity, and quickly shifted their focus away.

Soon after, another skeleton burst from the crowd, shouting from a distance: “Stop fighting, let’s sit down and negotiate!”

The golden dragon’s slit pupils flicked toward it, releasing several more golden rays that shot toward the skeleton with blinding speed.

Crash!

It too scattered into scattered fragments of white bone.

Undeterred, yet another skeleton emerged, this time standing even further away.

It yelled, “Damn it, Tiralte is fighting as well! Just look over there—”

The skeleton pointed into the distance.

In another part of the battlefield, the fight between the black-armored warrior and the Dragon Clan elder had ended.

The elder, wrapped in layers of spider silk, lay on the ground half-dead.

Meanwhile, the black-armored warrior stood guard nearby, holding a massive hammer, ready to finish them off at any time.

“Dragon Queen, you don’t want to end up standing alone with nothing left, do you?”

The Dragon Queen’s eyes gleamed with vicious determination as an overwhelming aura surged from her body.

Hanging in midair, her icy slit pupils swept over the crowd.

She knew this skeleton was yet another projection of Fang Hao, while the real Fang Hao must be lurking among the bystanders.

*Should she just kill everyone here?*

*If she acted now, with his cunning, he still had ways to escape.*

*But slaughtering so many innocents would surely turn her into a sworn enemy of the world.*

Scanning the crowd once more and finding no signs of anything suspicious, she descended to the ground again, transforming into a regal woman clad in a flowing golden gown.

“Where do you want to talk?”

Her voice was cold, barely concealing the fury boiling beneath the surface.

Rolana, holding her giant sword, descended as well. Unlike the immaculate Dragon Queen, Rolana’s body was covered in wounds, with clear puncture marks still oozing blood.

“Are you okay?” Fang Hao immediately walked over and asked her.

“I’m fine.”

Fang Hao nodded, knowing there was no time to dwell on it now.

Pointing toward the mostly intact Trade Alliance reception hall not far away, he said, “That building’s still standing. Let’s talk there.”

“Fine!”

The three quickly finalized their decision and walked toward the reception hall together.

…

The distant spectators who had been enjoying the show suddenly looked baffled.

“What just happened?”

“Why are they leaving?”

“What’s in the reception hall? Are they taking a break in between rounds?”

“Why did they stop fighting all of a sudden?”

“No one managed to persuade them, so why did just a few words stop the battle?”

“Wait, that skeleton—is that Fang Hao? I thought he was a transmigrator! Why’s he a skeleton?”

“It was probably some undead transformation ritual.”

“Desert undead then?”

“No, no, don’t spread nonsense.”

“So, uh, should we go take a look?”

“What’s there to see? If they start fighting again inside, we’ll all die!”

The crowd continued their chatter, following from afar as they trailed the group cautiously.

Eventually, they stopped outside the reception hall, chatting idly and eagerly waiting for the next act of the drama to unfold.

Only the goblins stationed at the Trade Alliance’s headquarters seemed furious.

Watching the trio enter the building, they gritted their teeth and muttered, “Damn Fang Hao! Couldn’t even leave our last standing structure alone!”

…

Elsewhere, inside a building untouched by the chaos,

Isabella, accompanied by several Blood Clan guards, watched from afar as the trio disappeared into the hall.

She’d arrived even earlier.

The shop staff of the Blood Clan had seen Rolana before and recognized her as their little princess.

Upon witnessing Rolana clashing with the Dragon Queen, they immediately sent word back to Eternal Night City.

Even Isabella had been surprised and rushed over.

But when she saw her daughter suddenly reveal the powers of a demigod, her heart was overwhelmed with shock and disbelief.

*She knew her daughter too well.*

*Though Rolana had reached the Dark Gold rank, she was still far from the level of a demigod.*

*It was impossible for her to suddenly leap to such power.*

But quickly, Isabella recalled Fang Hao’s relentless questions about absorbing divinity.

*So the boy actually obtained a Divinity and made her daughter a demigod.*

Two demigods in one clan.

By Blood Clan standards, they owed Fang Hao an immense debt.

“Well, he’s got decent judgment this time…”

Isabella murmured as she gazed at her daughter’s figure.

…

Inside the reception hall,

Groups of staff scattered in panic, fleeing outside as they avoided the three figures.

The vast hall emptied, leaving not a single soul behind.

The trio casually sat around a square table.

“How do you want to negotiate?” the Dragon Queen asked, seated on her chair, her face still cold and furious.

Their battle had reached this point.

Not only had her goals gone unmet, but she’d also alienated the Trade Alliance and several major forces in the process.

*She felt like nothing more than a pawn, dragged around and manipulated into avenging his grudges.*

*In the end, all the hatred had been heaped onto her alone.*

“All of your Dragon Clan members, including the four Dark Gold dragons, are in my hands. None of them are bound to the Hero’s Altar—which means I can kill them at any moment,” Fang Hao said.

“Are you threatening me?” the Dragon Queen’s voice grew colder.

“I’m simply stating my bargaining chips.”

“You’re courting death.”

“Quit the tough talk. If you want to save your clan members, let’s have a proper discussion,” Fang Hao said bluntly.

Given the current situation,

Fang Hao still held a slight advantage, and Rolana’s transformation into a demigod signaled that their faction was now among the top players.

Though Rolana was no match for the Dragon Queen,

she was far from being powerless.

Glaring icily, the Dragon Queen responded, “I’ve investigated your wife’s city and the nearby subordinate villages. I can slaughter them all whenever I wish.”

“That city belongs to the Hundred Cities Federation, so killing them only means killing Federation people. As for me, I’m a transmigrator. I don’t adhere to racial or factional loyalties. Even if you kill me, I’ll just think it’s a pity, but it won’t affect me much,” Fang Hao replied flatly.

Naturally, Fang Hao cared about Lyss City and its surrounding villages.

However, in these negotiations, he couldn’t afford to show weakness.

Most of the nearby villages were Orc settlements and couldn’t compare to the unified Dragon Clan in importance.

Fang Hao dared to claim indifference—go ahead, annihilate them. Worst case, he would rebuild. The Dragon Queen couldn’t even admit to caring, let alone openly say so.

“Indifference changes nothing. If you keep pushing me, I’ll hunt you down wherever you go; you’ll never find peace,” the Dragon Queen countered stubbornly.

“But at that point, you’d only have yourself left,” Fang Hao replied firmly.

*He was betting everything—kill her entire clan, and she’d end up utterly alone.*

The Dragon Queen took a deep breath, calming herself. She didn’t want to waste any more words. “Name your demands. Should we involve other races as witnesses? Or what do you want exactly?”

“At this point, both of us have angered nearly every major faction imaginable; having witnesses wouldn’t mean much,” Fang Hao said.

“Let’s cut to the chase.”

“It’s simple: we stop fighting, put an end to things right here, and erase any and all past grievances,” Fang Hao stated outright.

“Agreed,” the Dragon Queen nodded.

“I’m not done yet,” Fang Hao interrupted. “Additionally, after this, my forces are severely weakened and vulnerable to attacks from old enemies. The Dragon Clan must help defend my main city for fifty years. On top of that, you have to agree to lend me your strength ten times—against any faction, any enemy. If I call, you fight.”

The Dragon Queen’s eyebrows shot up, her pressure filling the hall once again.

Defend his city for fifty years and intervene ten times?

*How was that any different from being his lackey?*

“You’re testing my patience,” she growled.

“Four Dark Gold dragons, dozens of Orange-tier heroes, hundreds of giant dragons, thousands of lesser troops—are all those lives not worth these two conditions? Think of it optimistically. I’m human—I won’t live forever. I might die before fifty years are up, and you might not even need to fulfill those ten actions,” Fang Hao reasoned calmly.

The Dragon Queen fell silent in thought, weighing whether she should agree.

*Given their current stalemate, agreeing seemed the most sensible choice.*

*Should she continue the fight?*

*Oppressing him was like trying to hold a spring; the harder she pushed, the fiercer he rebounded.*

*At first, he only had a few Dark Gold assets; now, within a month, he’d produced a demigod.*

*Who knew what tricks he might pull next if she kept pressing him?*

Yet accepting outright felt like swallowing bitterness.

*Ever since she’d entered the Trade Alliance, everything seemed to unfold exactly as he wanted—step after step, she had been dragged into his plans.*

“Ten times is too much,” she finally said.

Fang Hao nodded. “You think all those lives aren’t worth ten times?”

*To Fang Hao, haggling was a good sign; it showed she was genuinely considering agreeing.*

“Five times at most,” she bargained.

“That’s acceptable,” Fang Hao replied.

“You, despicable—” the Dragon Queen fumed, slamming a hand onto the table. She felt once again played by the insufferably cunning man.

After casting him a venomous glare, she continued, “My conditions are: You must return all stolen Dragon Clan treasures, bear the costs of repairing Mount Dragon Peak, and cover the costs for assigning heroes to defend your city based on their tiers.”

“I spent the money already, but I can return some of it. Repairs for Mount Dragon Peak, yes, but paying for defending heroes? That’s part of the negotiation, not hiring mercenaries,” Fang Hao countered.

The two argued back and forth, finally settling the detailed terms after much bitter debate.

With tensions running high, mere conversations often escalated into near altercations—objects flying through the hall in frustration.

Ultimately, under this tumultuous environment and pressure-filled negotiation, they reached an outcome both sides could reluctantly accept.

“Fine, I accept your demands. Release my people!”

Fang Hao shook his head and pulled out a newly obtained “Witness Contract.” “Witness Contract, verified by the God of Justice. Sign it, and I’ll release them immediately.”

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