Global Lords: Start as a Desert Lord

Deep in the blood, the power that has been dormant for a long time is awakening.

The endless power of yellow sand surged in Richard's body.

With him as the center, it gradually spread to thousands of meters away.

The endless gravel seems to have lost gravity and floats directly.

Then it slowly rotated around him.

Everyone can feel that the desert is cheering at this moment, celebrating its master.

The Ancient Tree of Sin, Emerilda, Ser Bloodhoof. All the heroes looked at Richard.

They could feel a shuddering aura brewing in Richard's body.

It seemed as if an ancient dragon was about to break out of its shell.

Five minutes, ten minutes, one hour, two hours

Time passes quickly.

The gravel floating in the surroundings has spread to ten kilometers away.

This part of the sky has been covered by sand and gravel.

Looking around, the floating yellow sand forms a new sea.

Everyone has become an undersea life living in the sea of ​​yellow sand.

This picture is like a mural engraved on a church, with great visual impact.

The huge body of the ancient divine tree took root not far away, staring eagerly in all directions, guarding its master with the most ferocious posture.

Thousands of dark trees formed a forbidden forest at this moment, surrounding Richard layer upon layer.

In the sky, stone statues of the dead, skeletal blood dragons, and poisonous wasps formed an airtight defensive formation.

As long as there is an enemy surprise attack, they will face the fangs of these armies immediately.

In the distance, the fat black pheasant and the skinny Haonan had not had time to run away. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but fell silent.

Why does Qingqiu always have such an exaggerated scene when he appears?

In comparison, they are simply the best among the best.

It's a pity that there is no live broadcast, so they can only bear all this by themselves, and others can't share this shock.

Twilight city.

In a dark dungeon.

The Lord of the Dunes, who had an aging aura on his body, was leaning on the cold wall of the dungeon to survive.

After the power of the yellow sand was extracted, the body that was already weak due to being sealed for a long time became even more decayed.

It seems that the old man who is about to end his life has no tomorrow.

In the silence, he suddenly seemed to sense something and slowly turned his head to look in a certain direction.

His eyes became extremely complicated.

The power of yellow sand

He heard the desert cheering.

The human lord was once again blessed by the desert.

After a long time, he sighed.

Feeling the weakness of his body, his face was full of entanglement and unwillingness.

After a long ideological struggle, a decision was finally made.

Dragging his weak body to the front of the cell door, he looked through the steel cage as thick as his wrist at the soldiers who were always watching him outside.

"Your Mightiness."

The sound sounded like someone who had been starved for ten days without eating.

There is an indescribable weakness.

The soldiers at the door came immediately.

Watch him warily.

"What's the matter?"

No one dares to take it lightly when facing this dangerous man.

The Lord of Dune said in a hollow voice.

"Please help me tell your master that I know where the other power of dusk is."

The soldier's face froze and his tone deepened.

"Any more?"

The Lord of Dune raised his eyelids and barely raised his voice.

"If he finds the crystal coffin in my city, he can come to me for answers."

"Write it down, is there anything else?"

"That's all for now, please excuse me."

After the Lord of Dune said the words, he felt inexplicably ashamed.

He was once the ruler of the Desert of Death!

With a wave of his hand, the fate of countless people can be decided!

Now, he actually has to be humble to the human lord's underground soldier guarding the dungeon.

Watching the other party leave, he sighed.

Death, before today, was the word he disdained most.

He holds so much power in his hands, who can grant him death? !

But after being imprisoned in the dungeon, all his pride and glory were trampled on, and his power was taken away.

The moment he discovered with horror that death might really come, his disdain for death was smashed to pieces, leaving no room for survival.

It turned out that the fear brought about by death was so ferocious and cruel that he could hardly breathe.

The moment he was imprisoned in a narrow and dark dungeon, he suddenly realized that in this world, survival was everything.

When you die, there is nothing.

Birds of a feather flock together, and if the Lord of Dune had a character that would rather bend than bend, he might not hang out with the God of Kobolds. Kobolds are famous for their greed for life and fear of death in "Glory Age".

After the cell warden left, the Dune Lord felt as if time had frozen.

It's like a long line of people waiting in line outside a public toilet for someone who is in urgent need of urination. Every minute and every second is like suffering.

one hour, two hours

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted.

Whoosh~ The roar of the endless sandstorm resounds throughout the world. Even in the dungeon, you can clearly hear it at this moment.

The Lord of Dune raised his head, the emotions in his eyes becoming more and more complicated.

The power of yellow sand in the second stage!

A lord of divine grace who has mastered extraordinary and even legendary powers.

The future of the other party is simply unlimited.

Where did that human lord come from? Really, it’s only been less than a year since I came to this world?

Thinking of the information he had received from the players before, the Lord of Dune suddenly became depressed.

He had lived for so many years, and finally fell into the hands of a human from another world, and the other person was still so weak more than half a year ago.

The blow he received was not even less than the force of being extracted from the yellow sand.

Moreover, the opponent also has an extremely terrifying trump card - the blood-red moon.

Thinking of the bloody moon that exuded an aura that made his soul tremble and the kobold god whose soul was extracted, the Lord of Dune's eyes became darker and darker.

Who would have thought that the background of this Lord of Divine Grace would be exaggerated to such an extent?

I don’t know how long it took.

The aura that was like a sandstorm sweeping the world finally dissipated.

The Lord of Dune lifted his heart.

Like a criminal waiting for the judge to judge, he is afraid that the guard will say that the master is not interested in seeing you or that he will be dragged out and killed.

Between life and death, there is great terror.

The feeling that his life could be taken away at any time was torturing his soul.

At this moment, tap~ tap~

The sound of leather boots stepping on stone slabs sounded from far to near. The Lord of the Dune turned his head sharply, used all his strength to sit up straight, and looked at the source of the sound.

Approach slowly.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of high riding boots made of special material. The faint blood stains on them made people feel a bit cold and fierce.

Looking up, his eyes followed the snow-white robe engraved with dark patterns and saw his head.

It was a handsome and extraordinary face, with facial features like a masterpiece carefully crafted by a sculptor. Combined with its unique temperament, it was unforgettable at a glance.

Those eyes as deep as the stars attract all eyes like black holes.

Some people seem to be born to be the protagonists of the stage.

"I heard that you asked to see me?"

The indifferent voice was like the tone of the judge when he recited the final judgment. The Lord of Dune was suddenly shocked and came back to his senses.

He looked at the figure in front of him who had stepped on him with complicated eyes.

Finally, he lowered his high head and spoke in a humble tone that surprised the figure outside the cage.

"Dear Sir, I apologize to you for my recklessness. The loss of Twilight City is all my fault."

Richard looked at the Lord of the Dunes who bowed his head, feeling shocked and confused.

Hearing the Dune Lord's request to see him, he rushed over as soon as he woke up.

The sleeping existence in the crystal coffin was really something that he couldn't take lightly.

But at this moment, he was full of confusion.

The process of the meeting between the two parties was very different from what he thought.

Why has the other party's attitude changed so drastically?

Feeling that even the hatred in the other person's expression seemed to have disappeared, the emotions in his heart fluctuated a bit.

Regardless of the reason, a transcendent person who was once aloof was now bowing to him.

The shock of begging mercy from his conqueror was always extraordinary.

Once upon a time, even the level 15 desert dragon in Twilight City was regarded as an invincible top boss.

Now, the extraordinary being who could destroy a city knelt down to him. Although the Lord of Dune was sitting, he knelt down.

The Lord of Dune's actions allowed Richard to once again experience the Twilight City and his growth.

That feeling fascinated him.

Take a few deep breaths and suppress the subtle emotions in your heart.

He said slowly.

"The Lord of Dune, I still don't know your name."

Hearing the somewhat softened tone, the Lord of Dune breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Excellency, Myrtier, I send you my highest regards."

Richard narrowed his eyes.

"Matile, I need to know why you changed your attitude."

The Lord of Dune raised his head and looked up at the figure outside the cage.

When destiny is no longer under his control, the other party looks particularly tall.

"Sir, I am afraid of death."

This was said very openly and without any cover-up.

Richard looked into the other person's eyes and narrowed his eyes.

"I agree with your explanation. I"

"I can spare your life, but do you know how tragic the losses Twilight City suffered in this war?"

"So, what are you going to use to buy your life? What are you going to use to resolve our hatred?"

He said looking at this shabby old figure indifferently.

The Dune Lord took a deep breath and began to throw out his chips.

"I know where the power of the other yellow sand lies."

Richard shook his head.

"not enough."

The Lord of Dune continued.

"If you find the crystal coffin in the treasure house, I can tell you the origin of the mysterious being whose energy was extracted. At the same time, I can also tell you the method of extracting the opponent's power."

Richard narrowed his eyes.

"not enough."

The Lord of Dune sighed.

"I know the secret of the kobold god becoming a god."

Richard said calmly.

"not enough."

The Dune Lord gritted his teeth.

"In order to prevent accidents, I once hid a large amount of treasures in an ancient ruins. I am willing to dedicate all the stored treasures to you."

He added another sentence.

"In my treasure house, I not only have tens of millions of units of rare resources, but also hundreds of Huiyue-level troop nests, and there is also an artifact."

Richard's expression finally changed.

Staring straight at him.

"Artifact?!"

Seeing the other party's expression, the Lord of Dune breathed a sigh of relief.

This bargaining chip at the bottom of the box is obviously of sufficient weight.

"That's right, a divine weapon!"

Richard narrowed his eyes.

"Then why don't you carry it with you instead of sealing it in the treasure house?"

The Lord of Dune said bitterly.

"That's what I accidentally obtained from the relics of the battle between the gods hundreds of thousands of years ago."

"That artifact has been locked up by restrictions. Although its owner has died, it is difficult to open it."

"Not available to outsiders."

"I was still looking for a way to unlock the restriction, and something unexpected happened."

Richard was noncommittal.

"Which god does that artifact belong to?"

"I don't know. When I first discovered it, I only held the Battle of the Gods on one of the gods' arms. There were so many fallen gods that it was difficult to determine."

After hearing this, Richard's expression finally softened and he took a deep look at the Lord of Dune.

"Your chips are pretty good."

"I need to know now, where is that ancient ruins?"

The Lord of Dune regained his energy and said quickly.

"I hid the treasure in the crystal coffin!"

Richard's eyes were a little subtle.

"Crystal coffin?!"

The Dune Lord nodded.

"That's right! Crystal coffin!"

Richard's eyes became subtle.

"The crystal coffin is so small, how can you hide it? Who is sleeping in there?!"

This was the biggest question in his heart after returning from Dune City.

The Lord of Dune looked directly into Richard's eyes and said slowly.

"What sleeps inside is not life."

Richard raised his eyebrows.

"Not life?!"

The Lord of Dune's eyes became dark.

"That's right, sleeping inside the crystal coffin is the will of a plane."

Richard was instantly horrified.

The will of a plane?

Isn’t the will of the plane an invisible rule? How could he become a being whose chest is still heaving?

Does the other party panic again?

Before the doubts in his heart could be expressed, the Lord of Dune spoke again.

"Perhaps, it can also be called plane life."

"Because the will of that plane has a life of its own, which is the same life as humans, orcs, elves, and all intelligent life."

Looking at the serious-looking Lord of Dune, Richard fell into a long silence.

The will of the plane has life, and then is imprisoned to extract energy?

What the fuck is this twist?

"So what is your purpose of imprisoning the will of that plane? To occupy that plane? Or simply to provide energy for your city?"

The Lord of Dune's eyes became a little subtle.

"No, that's too ordinary. I'm studying how to turn a plane into my own body."

As he spoke, his eyes showed a bit of madness.

"If you want to become a god, you must master the power of rules. But I have studied it for countless years, but to no avail."

"The power of rules is too difficult to obtain."

"To this end, I thought of another possible way."

"Plane is the foundation that carries everything. All the power possessed by an ordinary plane explodes and can easily crush the next gods."

"If I can replace the will of the plane and become a plane, wouldn't I have more power than the gods?"

Richard looked at the Lord of Dune's fiery eyes and felt very strange.

He never expected that the answer would be so outrageous.

Mechanical or not, plane ascension? !

This comparison is so thoughtful.

"Did you get any results from your research?"

The Dune Lord nodded and shook his head.

"I have only studied how to control the will of the plane, but there is no progress in replacing the opponent and becoming a plane."

Richard let out a long breath.

My thoughts are back on track.

With a wave of his hand, the crystal coffin obtained from the Dune City floated over under the support of the gravel.

"Let's talk about the rest."

"Now, take out the artifact inside first."