Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start



Ear-piercing roars echoed through the sky.

'Puchi!'

These vast chunks of muscles splashed blood and mud with every step they trampled into the swamp.

Richard watched the scene and did not immediately give the order to attack.

The brain eater demons passed through the spatial rift. That extended a thousand meters out.

At this moment, some noticed the Twilight City troop outside and called for their companions they planned to hunt together.

Some excitedly explored the surroundings and wanted to find their prey.

Richard looked at the brain eater demons' fate as they gathered in the rotten swamp. They moved toward the central area. They headed toward the crimson blood ball.

Richard narrowed his eyes.

He waved his hand fiercely.

"Slay!!"

His cold voice sounded like the angry rebuke of the Grim Reaper.

The troops had waited for a long time and finally attacked at this moment.

The first to attack was the Vampire Breed spell casters.

This rotten swamp made of flesh and blood was the home ground of the vampires.

Tons of blood flew up from the ground. That enveloped all the brain eater demons within its attack range.

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The cold water dripped into the oil pan. It created a loud shrill sound.

Bloody smell engulfed the brain eater demons. They felt like concentrated sulfuric acid splashed on them. And that one had soaked them in a corrosive solution.

The thick fur on their bodies burnt, and their flesh turned pus and melted into the swamp.

The excruciating pain made them almost unable to think. They could only rely on their instincts to let out deafening wails.

The stone statues of the dead attacked afterward.

Tomahawks whistled out and vigorously tore the brain eater demons apart before them. The terrifying power made their bodies as fragile as tofu.

The trump card of Twilight City was not just the level 8 bloody slaughterers!

The battle tomahawks slashed horizontally and flew into the center area. 

'Crack!'

The metal storm swept through everything.

Thousands of stone statues of the dead and more than two thousand vampire spellcasters simultaneously attacked. They knocked the surrounding vast number of brain eater demons down and harvested them afterward.

One-third of the brain eater demons that stepped into the rotten swamp immediately fell after two waves of attacks.

Richard had seen the strength of his troops countless times, but he still found it pleasing.

At the same time, he could also feel it.

Each of the falls of a brain eater demon would reinforce the aura of the rotten swamp. This magical land would devour flesh and blood to become stronger.

The corpses and souls of the brain eater demons became the best nourishment.

'Roar!'

However, the vast casualties did not make the remaining brain eater demons feel fear. The more it aroused their beastly ferocity.

The eyes of the two-headed demented demons shone with a brutal light. They gripped their spiked bone mace and charged at the Twilight City troops.I think you should take a look at

But they realized the enemies were flying troops when they got close.

Compared to the Naga's powerful long-range attacks, these monsters were not weak in close battle, but they couldn't in any way attack in the air.

They could not even touch the soles of the Twilight City troop from the ground.

One could magnify the advantage of flying troops thousands of times when the enemy lacked air control.

That meant a massacre.

The rotten swamp, the ultimate beneficiary, would reinforce with every fall of the brain eater demons.

Every second was a harvest.

Richard felt the scent of the rotten swamp had concentrated. That envigorated his mood.

He quickly sensed something odd.

Flesh and soul energy gathered in the crimson blood ball.

The blood mud around the crimson blood ball squirmed and gradually gathered up.

A new lair of broken limbs rose from the ground a moment afterward.

The rotten swamp had obtained enough energy from this battle and began to produce a lair.

They could use flesh and soul to speed up the production of troop lairs. This characteristic of the rotten swamp made fighting extremely profitable.

The blood slaughterers increased from 100 to 200 when it gave rise to the new lairs, although it was nothing compared to the vast battle scene before him.

But Richard earned this without any cost. And for him, it was a pure benefit and profit.

Richard didn't let the blood slaughterers get too involved and continued to let them wander around the outer edge after recruitment.

This battle wasn't something they could participate in.

Level 8 was still weak.

The brain eater demons one nurtured in this unfamiliar plane was particularly exaggerated.

They slayed one batch after another.

The high-intensity killing continued for an hour or more, and Richard still did not see any signs of a decrease in the number of brain eater demons.

Fortunately, with these monsters as nourishment, the number of lairs produced by the rotten swamp had reached the maximum of 20 in this hour.

The number of bloody slaughterer units had reached four squadrons.

It formed a visible force.

The only pity was that the troop lairs in the rotten swamp also had to operate according to the rules of the world.

One could only refresh the production rate once a week and couldn't use flesh and blood to make an exception.

The value of the rotten swamp would be higher than a divine artifact if one could.

The battle continued for half an hour or more, and the number of brain eater demons finally decreased… Richard suddenly sensed a remarkable fluctuation from the rotten swamp.

It was like. Richard was satisfied.

Things happened simultaneously.

The putrid swamp produced fist-sized bubbles, and the mud formed by flesh and blood squirmed and flowed in all directions. The dry ground assimilated into a part of the swamp wherever it passed.

The magic energy surged in the swamp, and a faint layer of blood-colored mist gradually floated up.

A thin layer of gauze covered the rotten swamp as far as the eye could see. It was blurry and unclear. The mystery intensified.