Global Lord: Start As A Desert Lord

Richard felt a little regretful, because Windsor finally failed to agree to his proposal to sacrifice the kobold god to heaven first.

The fall of a god involved too much.

If the follow-up processing is not good, it is likely to cause a huge negative impact, and if the plan is destroyed in the end, then everything will be worth the candle.

The proposal failed, and Richard didn't bother with it.

Just temporarily let the kobold god live for a while, and sooner or later he will peel off the dog's skin and use it as a cushion.

After inquiring, Richard took out the statue of the ancient god, and locked the clone of the dog-headed god in the prison according to Windsor's guidance.

The steel cage in front of the faceless statue looks loose, but it can firmly imprison the soul.

Indistinct, like a cloud of dense fog, the kobold god avatar immediately woke up without the suppression of the old statue of the ancient god.

The dense fog turned its head and looked around, and after realizing that he was imprisoned, he couldn't help rushing out crazily.

After finding Richard's figure on the way, he fell into a rage, as if he was constantly cursing something.

But the sound inside is so muted that it looks like a silent pantomime.

Richard looked calm, without any emotional fluctuations. It was just a clone. If it wasn't for killing the main body, he would have fed it to the statue of the old god.

After taking a look at the back cage, Windsor ignored it and focused on the statue of the ancient god in Richard's hand.

There is a bit of subtlety in the eyes.

"Your Excellency Richard, I didn't expect you to be recognized by the ancient god's relic."

"Every life that comes into contact with the sacred object must bear the erosion of the will of the ancient gods. It is the power of the rules, and there is no escape. Only by blocking the erosion can we grasp the power within it."

He frowned as he spoke, as if thinking of some bad memories.

Richard was thoughtful.

He thought of the terrifying and distorted existence that suddenly appeared in his mind when he first came into contact with the statue of the ancient god of old.

If it weren't for the talent of rebirth from broken sand, he would have been swallowed up long ago.

The things of the ancient gods are definitely not so easy to touch.

After pondering for a moment, he looked up at the faceless statue in front of him, and said slowly.

"President Windsor, why is the statue of the ancient god so... strange?"

He originally wanted to say that it was hideous and terrifying... including the statue of the ancient god in his hand, it was also very weird.

Windsor smiled.

"People in the world are always ignorant, judging the heart only from the outside."

"The ancient gods are not life, they have no worldly desires, and the formation of their bodies is also related to their own rules."

"So it seems that the shape is so special that it even exceeds the understanding of ordinary people."

Richard came to a sudden.

I didn't expect such a secret.

However, he also seemed to know why the ancient gods were extinct so quickly... Apart from the fact that the gods stole power, could it be related to being ugly?

Appearance is justice, and this sentence is obviously applicable to "Glory Age".

No one likes to see a life that they can't understand, or even feel physically uncomfortable.

Compared with the gods who control power now, the image of the ancient gods is too unfavorable to spread...

Thinking of this, a bold idea suddenly popped up in my mind.

That being the case, can you change the image?

After pondering for a moment, he said slowly.

"President Windsor, the ancient gods don't need believers. What is the main purpose of letting the crimson moon appear in the eyes of the world..."

"Strike the faith of the gods, shake them to their foundations."

Windsor's tone was firm.

"Without the power of faith, the gods will fall into weakness."

"It will be less difficult for the ancient gods to recover."

Richard nodded, looked at the faceless statue in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"President Windsor, the image of the ancient gods is not conducive to us spreading their deeds..."

Said looking at her with burning eyes.

"Perhaps, we can make some changes to the image of the ancient gods to make it more in line with the aesthetics of most people..."

"In this way, when spreading the majesty of the ancient gods, the effect can be achieved faster."

"Remodeling? Aesthetics?"

Windsor was shocked by Richard's words.

The ancient god has a very high status in her heart, and his image has already been deeply rooted in her heart, how can she change it just by saying...

Richard nodded affirmatively.

"The ancient gods have no desire for intelligent life, and they don't care about their own image, so why can't they change to an image that is more suitable for the public and recognized by everyone?"

"President Windsor, if it were you, would you prefer a deity who looks like an angel who saves the world, or a twisted and weird deity that looks full of terror?"

After she finished speaking, she paused for a few seconds, and continued after she digested.

"Although the ancient gods don't need faith and don't care what the Common people think, our purpose is to shake the foundation of the gods."

"The body of the ancient god does not need to be changed. When we publicize, we can publicize the changed image as the clone of the ancient god... As a god, it is normal to have several clones?"

This bold proposal caused Windsor to fall into a long silence.

The ancient gods are the incarnation of rules, and the crimson moon wants to revive the ancient gods. The most essential pursuit is to eradicate the gods who have selfish desires and create all kinds of natural and man-made disasters.

Let the whole world restore the original order.

Therefore, Windsor's attitude towards the ancient gods is not the worship of the gods by believers, but more about regarding the ancient gods as a rule.

There is respect, but not worship, and even vaguely regard it as a tool for managing the world.

So for Richard's proposal, at first glance it seems incredible and bold, but when you think about it carefully... there is also room for manipulation.

At least, in my heart, I don't think this proposal is unfeasible.

After pondering for a long time, Windsor said slowly.

"Your Excellency Richard, this proposal... is too special, and I need to think about it before making a decision."

He stared at him while speaking, his tone was a bit subtle.

"In the past, people always told me that the Lord of Grace has no respect for everything."

"I didn't quite believe it at first, but now...Your Excellency opened my eyes."

Thinking of those sand sculptures, Richard couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Player, this is known as the fourth natural disaster.

It's a pity that they don't have the ability to revive, which makes them more conservative. Otherwise, as long as they dare to show their blood bars, Shendu will kill you...

"Maybe that's why we can be friends."

Richard shrugged.

"A normal person wouldn't discuss how to kill a god with you here."

Windsor smiled.

This is not bad, normal people, who would dare to blaspheme?

That is to say, the Lord of Divine Grace, who is not afraid of anything these days, has the courage to do so.

"Your Excellency Richard, the time when the crimson moon shines on the world is the last day of December."

"At that time, you are welcome to watch the ceremony." Richard frowned when he heard this.

He has heard the saying that the crimson moon ascended to the sky more than once.

I thought it was just a description, but how do you feel now, this is a specific action?

Immediately asked the doubts in my heart.

Windsor froze for a moment, then smiled brightly.

"Because the crimson moon is the body of an ancient god, and his body is the bloody moon."

"He, symbolizes the era when the ancient gods controlled the rules."

"Once the crimson moon reappears, it means that the ancient gods will be revived and returned!"

Richard's pupils shrank.

Crimson Moon, the body of an ancient god?

So where does the name of this new piece of expansion come from? !

There was a huge wave in my heart.

This news is too strong.

No wonder the system prompts that the crimson moon will cause changes in the world pattern.

Suddenly there was a bloody moon in the sky, and all gods knew the meaning of it.

I'm afraid the whole world will be in panic.

Next, the gods will definitely not sit still, and no one will tolerate losing the power that has been in charge for countless years.

Cataclysm... is coming.

Taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the ups and downs in his heart.

This information must be passed on to Twilight City immediately.

The original plan needs to be corrected immediately.

He could already imagine how turbulent the whole world would be after the crimson moon lifted off.

After regaining consciousness, Richard looked seriously at the graceful and luxurious figure in front of him, his voice became a little hoarse.

"President Windsor, what can I do now?"

Windsor shook her head.

"The layout of countless years has already taken shape."

"Even if you are Extraordinary or even Legendary, you can't change anything in this short time."

"The rising of the crimson moon, even if the gods discover it, they will not be able to stop it."

He spoke in a low tone.

"Now, what we need most is for you to help the teacher get back that heart."

Speaking of this topic, Richard frowned slightly.

S-rank mission ah...

"President Windsor, you know the difficulty."

He said solemnly without waiting for the other party to speak.

"But there is also a solution. If I can get a contract scroll that can enslave Extraordinary-level life, I am 60% sure."

The Vampire Grand Duke in the blood coffin is still sleeping, that Extraordinary level existence, he has been thinking about it for a long time.

The last time he came here, he failed to achieve his goal. If he could get what he wanted this time.

So now many problems plaguing Twilight City can be solved.

Extraordinary, in this world is a symbol of the strong.

Windsor shook her head.

"Sorry, Sir Richard, it's not that I'm stingy, but that the extraordinary-level contract scrolls are too precious."

"From the beginning of its establishment to the present, the Luanwei Flower Merchant Association has only handled it once thirty years ago. We don't have treasures of this level now..."

It is true that Richard needs it, but in this world, who doesn't want a contract scroll that can enslave Extraordinary power?

It is no exaggeration to describe this thing as priceless, as long as it appears, it will definitely cause huge waves.

Richard was not disappointed at all. Given how much Windsor valued the old man, if there was one, he wouldn't wait until now.

However, his purpose is not to get...

After organizing the language, he said slowly.

"President Windsor, perhaps, Mr. Pym has a solution."

"I know that he has a special treasure that can be exchanged for what he wants with equivalent items..."

A high-level artifact—the Wishing Scale.

The top treasure held by the old man.

Before, he felt that the wishing balance was of average value, and it was not very worthy of the title of high-level artifact.

But now that I think about it carefully, this thing is definitely a priceless treasure.

If you can't find it outside, you can exchange it with treasures of the same value, which is awesome.

Windsor's eyes dimmed a bit.

"If it was before, there would be no problem...but now, the teacher's strength has exhausted to freezing point, and he can no longer use the wishing balance."

"I only heard that the Ice and Snow Empire has such treasures, but the Luanweihua Chamber of Commerce has no influence in the Ice and Snow Empire."

Richard couldn't help but sigh.

There's really no way around it.

Xiao Bingxue Empire has this thing, but it is the treasure of the royal family, and it is a bit unrealistic to get it.

Rebecca, the eldest daughter of Grand Duke Frostwolf, had expressed the difficulty to him, so one can imagine.

"It's okay, I'll think of another way."

Richard didn't dwell too much on the matter.

When I get back, I will take someone to destroy the vampire castle, and see if there are such treasures in the castle that hides the blood coffin...

After a moment of silence, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and continued.

"President Windsor, a powerful force has recently appeared on the Death Desert, and its ruler is called the Lord of the Dunes... I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Windsor nodded.

"I heard that many caravans have been attacked recently."

Richard became interested.

"Does President Windsor know anything about the Lord of the Dunes?"

Windsor shook her head.

"It's just a small force, no attention."

Richard was speechless for a moment.

Judging from what the other party planned and the fact that he had a boss panel, the Extraordinary level dune master was really a small force.

After deliberating for a moment, he said slowly.

"Then President Windsor, have you heard of... the power of yellow sand?"

This was the source of the excitement that caused the Lord of the Dunes to go crazy.

Windsor lifted his spirits and looked at him with interest.

"The power of yellow sand? Sir Richard, where did you hear that?"

"I had a collision with the clone of the Dune Lord before, and I overheard it."

These words made Windsor's face a little dignified.

"It seems that the Lord of the Dunes has an extraordinary background...."

"How to say?"

"The power of the yellow sand is the power of the desert."

"The pan-will of the desert will give part of its power to those who are closest to the desert, so that they can control part of the characteristics of the desert."

Windsor's tone was serious.

"Once it has the power of yellow sand, it is the master of the desert. In the desert, it has ten times and a hundred times the fighting power of life of the same level."

"What's more, if you can control all the power of the yellow sand, you can even touch the rules of the desert."

"Equal to it, there is also the power of the ocean, the power of the grassland..."

"The Lord of the Dunes must have a lot of history to be favored by the pan-consciousness of the desert."

Richard just felt eye-opening.

His talent, the master of the desert, is the power of yellow sand bestowed by pan-consciousness?

In the end, you can even touch the power of the rules.

"The power of yellow sand... will there be many points?"

"It's natural. The general consciousness of the desert will give power to those who are close to the desert, but there is no limit to the number."

"This gift may be for one person, or it may be for ten people."

As he spoke, he glanced at Richard meaningfully.

"If you can kill a person with the power of yellow sand and get the power in the opponent's body, then the power of the yellow sand of the God of God will be replenished."

"Get stronger."

Richard's heart skipped a beat.

No wonder the Dune Lord was so excited after seeing him.

"President Windsor, thank you for your message."

Windsor smiled lightly.

"We're friends, aren't we? There's no need to be so alien."

Richard looked into the other's eyes and smiled generously.

"That's right, we...are friends."

After this understanding, the relationship between the two parties has now deepened a lot.

Of course, the most important thing is that now they are naturally allies on the same front.

Not to mention that he has an old relic in his hands, it's just an act of uniting with Crimson Moon to kill the God of Kobolds.

I can't go back anymore.

A blasphemer, a felony, not to mention the crimson moon united.

However, he will not look back.

After knowing all the mysteries of the Crimson Moon, Richard had more ideas.

This time, let's do it with a big vote.