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



This thing was not something that any Tom, Dick, or Harry could have.

Windsor stared at Richard.

"I hope you can complete Teacher Peim's mission if you are confident."

At this moment, Richard saw the look that begged flash in her eyes for the first time.

Richard was silent.

The S-rank mission was intensely arduous. He wasn't sure if he could complete it.

"I'll try in half a month. However, Chairman Windsor, you know how difficult it is to retrieve a god's heart. I can't guarantee it."

Windsor's eyes softened at Richard's words.

"Of course. No one can blame you whether you succeed or not."

Richard didn't insist on further discussion.

There was no need to worry about anything with the Hero Altar around.

Richard momentarily pondered. Then, he slowly said, "The imprisoned kobold god's soul is in my hands. Now, what should we do?"

Windsor glanced at him meaningfully.

"Follow me."

Richard stood up and walked toward the room after she finished her words.

The entire space was Windsor's office. It was as vast as a palace.

Richard followed closely behind. Windsor pushed open an inconspicuous room after a few rounds.

They entered the house, and Richard noticed no windows around. The magic lamps emitted a dim light to illuminate the surroundings.

Richard said nothing and walked in.

Windsor waved his hand as they arrived at the center of the house. Majestic magic power spread out.

Countless mysterious and obscure inscriptions instantly appeared in the room.

It emitted an ancient aura as if it had crossed tens of millions of years.

The chaotic light suddenly covered everything.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed when Richard regained his vision.

This was an ancient palace hall. It was probably more than 300 meters wide, and the milky white tiles on the ground were more than ten meters long.

Dozens of towering trees supported the 100-meter-tall dome. One could see a forest-embossed sky. One must have carved giant trees on it.

One painted colorful murals on the surrounding walls. Most were natural landscapes such as lightning, hurricanes, and ice...

Windsor saw everything around, and her expression inexplicably eased. Her eyes heaved a trace of nostalgia.

"I grew up here…"

She shook her head after she said that and turned to walk in another direction.

"Follow me."

Richard felt sparingly, but he didn't say anything and just followed.

They passed through a shockingly gigantic ancient hall and a few winding corridors. 

Windsor finally pushed a stone door open. Ancient carvings shrouded the door. She softly said, "We're here."

Richard was curious and followed her into the house.

In the next second, the stone door closed.

The initially dim light around them suddenly lit up.

Richard subconsciously looked around.

Twelve giant statues without faces stood in the stone house.

Each was ten meters tall.

Their bodies were twisted and strange. They gave off a strange feeling.

Each statue was a prison that could hold two or three people surprised him more.

ραпdα---nᴏνa| сom At this moment, illusory figures crazily stroke the cage before the three faceless statues on the leftmost side.

However, Richard could not hear any sound, no matter how hard these illusory figures tried. He found that sparingly odd.

It was like one isolated the prison from everything.

Richard opened the attribute panel of the illusory souls with some curiosity.

[God of Pain, Soul Clone]

Richard was startled

[God of Knight, Soul Clone]

He was dumbfounded.

[River God, Soul Clone]

He was at a loss for words.

Richard's heart skipped a beat when he saw the attributes.

Good heavens, the ones inside were the same as the dog-headed soul clone he had imprisoned. They were all soul clones of gods.

No wonder the other party was so confident.

The foundation of the Crimson Moon was mightier than he had imagined.

Slaughtering the gods was not just for a show.

The only pity was that he couldn't see any attributes of those faceless statues.

He opened it with the Black Gold System. He could only get a simple upgrade–a statue without a face.

It did not seem to be a powerful treasure...

"Lord Richard, even the grace mainland overlord can detect the origin of others. You should know the identity of those souls, right?"

Windsor turned around and looked at him calmly.

"Right now, you are in contact with the greatest secret of the Crimson Moon."

Richard took a deep breath.

"It's my honor."

"What do I need to do? Did you also place the soul clone of the kobold god in the prison?"

Windsor nodded.

"The Crimson Moon will strip everything off on the imprisoned spiritual power of these gods when it rose… The ancient gods would appear in this world again."

Richard nodded happily.

"I have a suggestion…"

Windsor turned around curiously.

"Lord, please speak."

"Can we slay the kobold god first?"

Richard looked at her sincerely.

"The rise of the Crimson Moon is such an important matter. We can't be careless."

"Let the kobold god be the first sacrifice to test our strength to prevent any mistakes."

Richard could not agree more.