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

Chapter 1151 629: The Final Battle, the Beginning of a New Era [6/12]

"Gods are sh*t! Boss Qingqiu's bull nose!"

"From today onwards, Qingqiu is my father!"

"Hahaha, we survived!"

Everyone cheered.

Before the war began, no one could have imagined that Richard would crush all the gods and sweep away the battlefield in this hopeless battle!

These gods had been in charge of the "Shining Era" for countless years! There were more than a hundred of them! There were even several sovereigns among them!

A power had stripped their most authority, but they still had the strength of a level 30 demigod!

Killing all the gods at once, they wanted to ask who else was there.

Richard's position in the hearts of the players rose to the peak!

The few Overgods who were still alive paled. Despair and unwillingness filled the eyes.

The gods, just like the players, would never have thought that Richard, whom they looked down on, would press them to the ground and rub them against the floor in an invincible manner!

Asmodeus, the Sun God, and the Dawn God were all dead. Wait, wait, wait.

The Grace Mainland Overlord and his companions slayed each of the mighty beings.

Anger, fear, and unspeakable complex emotions rolled in his chest.

No one could accept such an ending.

They were gods!

One couldn't challenge their dignity even if they lost their authority!

But now, the other party had stepped on their faces and trampled them ruthlessly.

There was nothing they could do. That infuriated them more.

They lamented and wailed in their hearts.

Richard waited for the endless desert power to fill his body again. He went straight ahead. He didn't give the gods a chance to catch their breath.

He prepared to end everything.

The Darkness Goddess saw the yellow sand sweeping over and subconsciously turned back to look at the few injured gods not far away. She felt inexplicably ironic.

They had never thought they would die in the hands of the Grace Mainland Overlord on the eve of the New Era.

It was unbelievable these lowly ant-like lifeforms could unknowingly grow to the extent of devouring the heavens.

The few remaining gods saw Richard attack again. Their expressions changed, and they focused on dealing with him.

But the system destined them in vain.

'Puchi!'

The yellow sand surged past, and the Darkness Goddess felt a pain in her chest. The majestic power of the desert emitted into her body and sealed everything about her. That destroyed her soul.

The remaining holy aura on the Light Goddess turned into nothingness under the erosion of the yellow sand. Her body rapidly aged like withered grass.

Lolita lost most of her limbs and obtained large cracks on her body. Her eyes gradually turned dull as she cursed and roared angrily.

Spirit God and the Dwarf God stood still. The few remaining sovereigns fell one by one under the sandstorm.

The Darkness Goddess had the breath of life and closed her eyes. None of the gods on the battlefield remained standing.

The war that decided the fate of the world had come to an end.

The yellow sand that surged gathered again, and Richard stood amidst the endless ruins.

At this moment, the world fell into silence. One could hear the rustling of the wind that caressed the buildings.

Above his head was the Eternal Land, and the World Tree supported it. The branches that filled the sky were green and glistening.

On the ground were the ruins of buildings. The broken city explained everything.

The vast yellow sand formed a towering wall that reached into the clouds. It was unshakable.

The corpses of the gods lay at his feet.

At this moment, all of this had become the backdrop. Richard had become the only one in this world.

A new legend was born amidst the destruction of the ancient.

This scene was like a steel seal forever engraved in the hearts of all players. And then countless years later, it became the most attractive myth.

It took Richard a long time to come back to his senses. He took a deep breath and turned to his side. His eyes reflected Windsor. Blood covered her, and she was exhausted.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his gaze was warm and pure as if he had thought of something.

The Crimson Lord, the boss who had killed dozens of evil gods, looked at the smiling handsome face and smiled brightly.

Their gazes met at this moment.

They won!

He had won everything!

Never again! Windsor, amidst joy, suddenly felt a sense of danger rise from the bottom of her heart. Every pore on her back furiously opened to warn her.

'Dangerous, extremely dangerous!'

However, that feeling rose too quickly. Windsor saw the yellow sand-surrounded figure that blocked and forcefully isolated her from the danger before she could react.

'Puchi!'

A gemstone scepter emitted boundless energy and pierced through the yellow sand-shrouded figure, and the vast power directly impacted her body.

Blood spurted out of his mouth.

His body flew backward uncontrollably.

The intense pain in his body woke Windsor up instantly. As he flew away, she saw the yellow sand figure that had blocked her way earlier. The scepter pierced through his chest.

His pupils constricted. The scenes she saw in the River of Destiny overlapped with each other.

"Lord Richard…"

Regret and pain filled his voice. His eyes turned red.

Richard held the spellcaster in one hand and did not look back.

He stared at the figure in front of him while it emitted an extremely evil aura, and his voice was hoarse.

"Asmodeus…"

The god's ancient tree tore this devil apart at the very beginning.

'You didn't die!'

He looked at the god's ancient tree from the corner of his eyes. He did not know when, but the severed limb that the other party had strung with roots had already disappeared.