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



The god's ancient tree, the lion of greed, the god of deception, and the mist of the rotten swamp were all sorts of factors combined to turn this bloody land into a black hole that devoured all life.

Richard had obtained a vast harvest this time.

He felt the overjoyed cheer from the rotten swamp.

A corpse fell and would reinforce the rotten swamp.

This 30-kilometer bloody land was about to welcome a new round of advancement.

The rotten swamp would become the trump card of Twilight City as long as it reached level 4. 

A consumption of flesh and blood could recruit glorious soldiers. Who the hell could withstand this?!

Glorious troops were the pillars of any force.

The recruitment alone was an enormous harvest, not to mention the resources needed to upgrade a troop lair. It was even more so for Twilight City. 

The rotten swamp could consume flesh and souls to recruit soldiers. That immeasurably soared the value of this land.

Richard calmed himself down. He turned his head and stared at the god's ancient tree that condensed golden fruits in the blood mist.

He allowed this top-tier boss to devour the Greed Lord's body in the rotten swamp. That was not just to make it into the bait.

This time, the other party had a divine body alone. It could break through to the transcendent realm.

The flesh and blood energy on the ground were all back up. This bloody land could become its reserve food once exhausted.

That was one arrangement and a few arrangements.

Richard did not say anything when he sensed that the aura of the god's ancient tree still rose. He turned to look at the good of deception, whose body was somewhat illusory.

"Your Excellency Tai Long, I'll leave this place to you. Treebeard could use this opportunity to break through to transcendence. This transformation won't be a short one."

The god of deception smiled. They had made the oath. He would not harm Twilight City's subordinates in any way, so Richard was naturally at ease.

He shrugged and didn't say anything.

Richard smiled and said no more. He flew from the lion of greed away and left the rotten swamp.

He had cast the bait, so all he had to do now was wait for his harvest.

He needed not to rush on the Naga Plane to become a more vast fishing ground and more planes to participate.

He could still make arrangements after the rotten swamp leveled to 4.

The current diameter of 30 kilometers was small.

Tai Long took a deep breath as he watched the figure disappear through the spatial rift.

The tree has extended the olive branch, and the other party's feedback was highly positive. Next, it was time to show Tai Long's value.

He turned around and stared at the creatures from the other planes while they fought for the golden fruits in the blood mist. A dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

"Let these greedy souls become the foundation of my rise again."

He could not limit the potential of this piece of land.

"I will surprise Lord Richard."

He passed through the spatial rift, and the smell of blood on his nose immediately dissipated.

Richard didn't turn his head to look at the thick blood mist behind him. He went straight back to Lion City.

The Twilight City troops had waited in the central square for a day.

However, the undead wouldn't complain. Time has no meaning for them. 

The lord gave them their existence.

They sensed the familiar aura. The soul fire in the pupils of all the dead souls immediately burned fiercely.

Their ruler had arrived.

Richard stood in the sky. He looked at the orderly troop down. A sense of accomplishment filled his eyes.

The saber of this top-notch troop he forged was loyal to him.

"Lord, the troop is ready. Please give the order."

Loreinna's voluptuous figure appeared out of thin air beside him. Her silver eyes burned with respect.

The proud and self-proclaimed high nobles still had to lower their heads before the lords.

Richard nodded.

"Where are those Grace Mainland Lords?"

"They participated in the reconstruction of Lion City. Our people have already kept them under tight watch."

"Bring them to me."

"Yes, Lord."

The soldiers around them immediately turned around and left after a short conversation. The players who had joined Twilight City returned anxiously not long after.

Richard saw this, and their eyes appeared even more nervous.

The person before them was a top-notch big shot who had slayed a god!

The other party were also players. They also had established a friendly relationship with him.

However, his experience of the war where he had slayed the Greed Lord, the status of both sides immediately pulled out a vast gully.

They couldn't stand up before the other party.

"Lord Richard!"

The players approached and bowed with their hands on their chests.

They displayed a more standard posture than the natives.

Richard looked at them with a half-smile but didn't say anything.

The saying everyone was a player couldn't erase the difference in status.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovel(F)ɪre

He wasn't interested in being polite to the players.

"I'm preparing to set off to attack the obelisk… Is there a problem with you showing me the way?"

They shook their heads in unison.

"No problem, Lord!"

"You've already asked, and we no longer ask.

"You slaughter gods. You are more awe-inspiring than the gods."

Richard nodded and waved his hand.