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



Richard sensed everything around him, and his eyes beamed brightness.

That was a land of death for the troops that fought on this land. It was a place of despair where they buried their souls.

It was a meaningful place to harvest.

The life of a fisherman was always so relaxed.

He calmed his emotions and turned to look at an area where the otherworldly troop had not stepped foot.

Remarkable energy shrouded that place, and outsiders couldn't see it.

He focused and sensed statues of bloody killers that stood there.

There were 40 of them.

All were his wealth.

He could recruit level 15, top-tier soldiers with a Crown 3-stars.

He had upgraded the rotten swamp to level 4. These troop lairs could already devour flesh and blood to upgrade.

The next stage was the Radiant Moon 3-stars.

A blood-mist-covered troop stood peacefully in the mud. The melt of flesh and blood formed it.

It had a snake's tail and a human body. It held a trident in its hand. Its eyes were scarlet, and its muscles bulged.

It was like a stone statue or a hunter ready to attack the enemy.

This troop had a total of 300 squads.

The blood slaughterer was a troop born in the rotten swamp.

All of them were level 15, Crown 3-stars. They could also level up to Radiant Moon 3-stars after reinforcement in the rotten swamp.

This troop could become the new pillar of support for Twilight City after promotion!

The upper limit of the troop lairs had increased from 40 to 50 in the rotten swamp.

Fifty teams of bloody slaughterers would drop once one formed the lair with a generous supply of flesh and blood energy.

At that time, they would all be Radiant Moon 3-stars soldiers.

More importantly, these troops were all recruited through flesh and soul energy. He did not need to pay for the resources!

That was crucial. Twilight City could afford the 50 troop lairs if it had to bear the recruitment resources.

The amount of resources required for high-level troops was too exaggerated.

Richard felt helpless.

He had already made plans some time ago he would not reinforce all the troops unconditionally.

He upgraded Twilight City to crown level. He could not do it with the strands of sand condensation archers, scorpion warriors, and guardian mummies.

Crown-level soldiers were already the main fighting force among the powerful native forces. They were enough to defend the city.

Richard had to reserve the resources for the mightier trump cards.

The stone statue of the dead, the king of the imperial troop, the wings of the evil dragon, and the sandstorm controller were all worthy of further improvement.

Richard calmed down, and his eyes darted.

The more scarce the resources were, the more he cherished the characteristics of the rotten swamp for free.

The undead could become a tyrant in the "Shining Era." It was indeed blissful to be free.

"That's not all. We can recruit extraordinary soldiers as long as I can upgrade the rotten swamp to level 5."

"I look forward to that day."

Richard yearned to see the rotten swamp recruit hundreds of extraordinary soldiers every week with soul-wrenching hocks.

The blood-colored mist before him suddenly condensed rapidly, and a translucent old figure appeared in his sight.

"Good day, Lord Richard."

Richard nodded slightly.

"Your Excellency Tai Long, you've worked hard."

He gestured at the invisible blood-mist-covered battlefield.

"Is there any problem with this hunt??"

Tai Long slowly shook his head.

"Everything is under control."

He said with a complicated tone.

"A golden fruit can make one's soul tremble and increase one's bloodline potential. The golden lion can arouse greediness in one's heart. There's me who can deceive everyone, and there's the living earth that can bewitch everyone. I can't think of anyone below the gods who can break this trap."

Tai Long saw the rotten swamp take shape. Otherwise, he would understand how Richard could gather so many good things together. 

However, he fell silent again when he thought of the death of the Greed Lord.

It would not surprise him if the other party were the key to opening a new era.

Richard did not know what the notorious god thought at the moment. He pondered for a moment. He could not help but ask curiously.

"At this rate, how long will it take for the rotten swamp to level up again?"

Transcendent troops weren't the same as the Radiant Moon troops.

To obtain transcendents for free was an ultimate dream.

The god of deception laughed.

"Lord Richard, this revitalized land isn't simple.

"This advancement will usher in a metamorphosis. So the amount of flesh and blood required could be ten times more than you can imagine."

Richard's mouth twitched.

'Ten times more than I imagined?'

That was too f*cking awesome.

The god of deception continued.

"You must upgrade all the troops and their lairs to the same level. That was the prerequisite.

"We needed to upgrade the 3,000 crown soldiers to Radiant Moon. That was not the only one. We also need to increase the lairs from 40 to 50. We also need to reserve enough energy for recruitment every week.

"Just this consumption alone is already an exaggerated amount of energy.

"It's already quite difficult to satisfy these conditions. It's even more difficult to break through to rank 5."

"Moreover, this is under the rotten swamp's condition of losing innumerable lives."