Global Lords: 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 is too involved.

If the follow-up is not handled well, it is likely to have a huge negative impact. In the end, if the plan is ruined, everything will be lost.

The proposal failed, and Richard didn't dwell on it.

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

After questioning, Richard took out the statue of the ancient god and imprisoned the clone of the dog-headed god in the prison according to Windsor's instructions.

The steel cage in front of the faceless statue seems to have very loose gaps, but it can tightly imprison the soul.

The clone of the kobold god, which was blurry and blurry, like a dense fog, immediately woke up without the suppression of the statue of the old god.

The body in the dense fog turned around and looked around. After realizing that he was imprisoned, he couldn't help but rush outward crazily.

After discovering Richard's figure midway, he fell into a rage and seemed to be cursing something.

But the sounds inside were all cut off, and it looked like a silent pantomime.

Richard's expression was calm, with no mood swings. He was just a clone. If he hadn't killed the main body, he would have fed it to the statue of the ancient god.

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

There was something subtle in his eyes.

"Your Excellency Richard, I didn't expect you to be recognized by the ancient gods' relics."

"Every life that comes into contact with the sacred objects must bear the erosion of the ancient god's will. It is the power of rules. There is no escape. Only by blocking the erosion can we grasp the power within it."

As he spoke, his brows furrowed, as if he thought of some bad memory.

Richard was thoughtful.

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

If it weren't for the talent of Shattered Sand Rebirth, he would have been swallowed up long ago.

Things belonging to the ancient gods are definitely not that 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 are the statues of ancient gods so strange?"

He wanted to say it was ferocious and terrifying. Even the statue of the ancient god in his hand was very strange.

Windsor smiled.

"People in the world are always ignorant and only judge the heart by the appearance."

"The ancient gods are not living beings. They have no worldly desires. The formation of their bodies is also related to their own rules."

"So it seems that the shape is so special, even beyond ordinary people's understanding."

Richard suddenly realized.

I didn't expect there to be such a secret.

However, he also seems to know why the ancient gods were wiped out so quickly. In addition to the gods stealing power, is it related to being ugly?

Appearance is justice, this sentence obviously also applies to "Glory Era".

No one likes to see a life that is difficult for them to understand or even feel physically uncomfortable.

Compared with the gods who now control power, the image of the ancient gods is not conducive to spreading.

Thinking of this, a bold idea suddenly came to my mind.

In this case, can you change your image?

After pondering for a moment, he said slowly.

"President Windsor, the ancient gods do not 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 and shake them to their foundations."

Windsor's tone was firm.

"Without the power of faith, the gods will decline."

"It will become less difficult for the ancient gods to revive."

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."

He said looking at her with burning eyes.

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

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

"Renovation? 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 it?

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 rather have a god who looks like an angel who saves the world, or a twisted and weird god who looks full of terror?"

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

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

"The ancient god's identity does not need to be changed. When we promote it, we can promote the changed image as the clone of the ancient god as a god. Is it normal to have several clones?"

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

The ancient gods are the embodiment of rules. Crimson Moon's most essential pursuit of reviving the ancient gods is to eradicate the gods who have selfish desires and create all kinds of natural and man-made disasters.

Let the whole world restore its original order.

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

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

Therefore, Richard's proposal may seem unbelievable and audacious at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, you feel that there is room for maneuver.

At least, 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. I need to think about it before making a decision."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on him, and his tone was a little subtle.

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

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

Richard couldn't help but smile knowingly when he thought of those idiots.

Players, this is the so-called fourth natural disaster.

It's a pity that they don't have the ability to resurrect, which allows them to protect themselves a lot. Otherwise, if you dare to show your health bar, the gods will kill you.

"Perhaps this is why we can become friends."

Richard shrugged.

"Normal people wouldn't discuss how to kill gods with you here."

Windsor smiled.

This is quite true. Who among normal people would dare to blaspheme God?

That is to say, Lord Shen En, who is fearless these days, has the courage to do so.

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

"At that time, you are welcome to come and watch the ceremony."

When Richard heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He has heard the saying that the crimson moon rises into the sky more than once.

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

Immediately, I asked about the doubts in my heart.

Windsor was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled brightly.

"Because the Crimson Moon is the divine body of an ancient god, and his true form is the blood-colored moon."

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

"Once the crimson moon reappears, it means the ancient god has returned!"

Richard's pupils shrank.

Crimson Moon is the body of an ancient god?

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

There was a huge wave in my heart.

This news is so exciting.

No wonder the system prompts that the Crimson Moon will cause changes in the world structure.

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

I'm afraid the whole world will fall into panic.

Next, the gods will definitely not sit still and wait for death. No one will tolerate the loss of the power they have controlled for countless years.

Catastrophe is coming.

Take a deep breath and forcefully suppress the ups and downs of emotions in your heart.

This information must be conveyed to Twilight City immediately.

The original plan must be revised immediately.

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

After coming back to his senses, Richard looked seriously at the graceful figure in front of him, his voice a little hoarse.

"President Windsor, is there anything you need me to do now?"

Windsor shook his head.

"The layout laid out over countless years has already taken shape."

"Even if you are extraordinary or even legendary, you can't change anything in this short period of time."

"The rise of the crimson moon, even if the gods find it, they can't stop it."

As he spoke, his tone was a little lower.

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

When talking about this topic, Richard frowned slightly.

S-level mission

"President Windsor, you know how difficult it is."

He spoke in a solemn tone without waiting for the other party to speak.

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

The vampire archduke in the blood coffin is still sleeping. He has longed for that extraordinary existence 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 of the problems plaguing Twilight City can be solved.

Extraordinary is the symbol of the strong in this world.

Windsor shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Sir Richard, it's not that I'm stingy, but the extraordinary level contract scroll is too precious."

"Since the Luanwei Flower Merchant Association was founded, it has only handled it once thirty years ago. We do not have treasures of this level now."

Richard's need is true, but who in this world 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. With how much Windsor valued the old man, he wouldn't have waited until now.

However, his purpose was not to get it from Luanwei Flower Merchant Guild.

After organizing his words, he said slowly.

"President Windsor, maybe Mr. Pym has an idea."

"I know that he possesses a special treasure and can exchange equivalent items for what he wants."

A high-level artifact—a wishing scale.

The top treasure possessed by the old man.

Before, he felt that the wishing scale was of average value and not worthy of the name of a high-level artifact.

But now that I think about it carefully, this thing is absolutely priceless.

If you can't find it in the outside world, you can exchange it for treasures of equal value. It's awesome.

Windsor's eyes dimmed a bit.

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

"I have only heard that the Ice and Snow Empire has such treasures, but the Luanwei Flower Merchant Guild has no influence in the Ice and Snow Empire."

Richard couldn't help but sigh.

There really is no trick at all.

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

Rebecca, the eldest daughter of the Frostwolf Archduke, told him how difficult it was, so one can imagine.

"It doesn't matter, I'll think of other ways."

Richard didn't dwell too much on this matter.

When we get back, we will take people to destroy the vampire castle and see if there are any such treasures in the castle where the blood coffin is hidden.

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

"President Windsor, a powerful force has recently appeared in the Death Desert, and its ruler is called the Lord of Dune. 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 Dune?"

Windsor shook his head.

"It's just a small force, it doesn't pay attention."

Richard was immediately speechless.

Judging from what the opponent is planning and the boss panel he has, the Lord of Dune at the extraordinary level is really a small force.

After thinking for a moment, he said slowly.

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

This is the source of the excitement that drives the Dune Lord to madness.

Windsor became more energetic and looked at him with interest.

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

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

These words made Windsor's face become more solemn.

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

"How to say?"

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

"The pan-will of the desert will give part of its power to those closest to the desert, allowing them to control part of the desert's characteristics."

Windsor's tone was serious.

"Once it possesses the power of yellow sand, it becomes the master of the desert. In the desert, it has a combat power ten times or a hundred times that of a 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."

"The equivalent is the power of the ocean and the power of the grassland."

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

Richard felt that it was an eye-opener.

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

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

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

"This is nature. The pan-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 said this, he glanced at Richard meaningfully.

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

"Get stronger."

Richard's heart skipped a beat.

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

"President Windsor, thank you for your message."

Windsor chuckled.

"We are friends, aren't we? There is no need to be so open-minded."

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

"Yes, we are friends."

After this understanding, the relationship between the two parties has now become much deeper.

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

Not to mention that he was in possession of an ancient relic, but it was just an act of uniting with the Crimson Moon to kill the kobold god.

There is no going back.

It is a blasphemy, a serious crime, not to mention that the one united with is Crimson Moon.

But, he won't look back either.

After learning all the secrets of Crimson Moon, Richard had more ideas.

This time, let’s do it big time.