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

Chapter 706 449: Tower Clan Blessed By The Will Of The World [1/2]

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The plane power was near its end…The evil god would turn its gaze back here…

These two sentences contained a massive amount of information.

Richard pondered, and the vast figure approached.

He narrowed his eyes.

He focused on the seven to eight meters tall vast figure.

The vast figure's body was bare, and only its pants hung at its waist.

The muscles on its chest bulged inch by inch. Its veins were like small snakes that wriggled on its flesh. The slim fats in its body could embarrass those bodybuilders to death.

Its arms were thicker than its thighs. Thorns grew from its wrists to its arm. That made the figure appear brutal.

It had no neck, and its head was smaller than an ordinary human's. The bulging muscles on the back of its neck directly embedded the head. Vigilance and resistance flashed in its tiny eyes.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

The ground shook, and tiny stones jumped out with every step.

No one can imagine what kind of damage one could deal when an enemy attacked.

They were more ferocious than wild beasts.

Tower clan.

Richard's gaze was faint.

He curiously opened the figure's attribute panel as it gradually approached.

[Popov Black Tower]

[Hero Unit]

Level: 19

[Potential: A]

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[???]

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Exceptional energy protected the figure, and Richard could no longer detect additional information.

"Level 19 hero."

Richard raised an eyebrow.

"Good heavens, this dungeon was a top-notch hero. The void weaver that protected the temple was at this level. And the Tower race that appeared now was also at this level."

In the outside world, one could only go to a big city like Solan City to find an A-rank. 

"I would only go to a big city like Solan City."

In the wild, one could only explore those top-tier maps with a lot of danger to find an A-rank hero.

The dungeon was called the gods' graveyard. One wouldn't consider it a nightmare for anything.

Richard pondered on the dried river.

Those players dared to come here.

'Bang! Bang!'

The vast figure before him slowly stopped.

It dimmed the light on the ground.

That still made people feel like shadows shrouded them even though the sun did not shine on the ground.

The vast figure fixed its bright tiny eyes on Richard.

It said slowly, "Human from the outside world, please state your purpose for coming."

The other party spoke a unique high-level language. The syllables were simple but obscure.

One could only understand the vast figure's language through the spiritual transmission attached to the high-level language.

Richard looked straight into its resistance and vigilance-filled eyes.

He said slowly, "I came here to cut off Lolita's tentacles and flatten the spider temple."

Popov Black Tower's aura suddenly condensed. It stared at Richard with a scrutiny that penetrated its soul.

"Human, in the past month, 23 have said something similar to me."

Richard was stunned, and then his mouth twitched.

'The other idiot players entered the dungeon?

'F*ck! All you do is spoil things!'

There would always be ones who could discover this village with so many people who tried to enter the instance dungeon.

Popov fixed its gaze on Richard.

"You can't compare people with each other. Master, I think you should know what this is…"

Richard spoke, and a head-sized statue appeared in his hand.

Strength was the only proof.

It was better to take out something of sufficient weight rather than say a thousand words.

Lolita's statue explained everything.

"Statue of the goddess of spiders?!

"How is this possible? The spider web of the void weaver can block all privy eyes!

"Unless…You took over the temple!"

Popov exclaimed. Its voice became sharp from shock.

Alves beside Richard could no longer continue its watch. It lowered its head and looked down at the sturdy figure as an iron tower.

Disdain engulfed its tone.

"One has trapped a frog in a well. Do you know how big this world is? My Lord's power is not something you can imagine…"

Alves finished speaking. It had suppressed its Dragon Might for a long time. Alves's soul-devouring skill gushed out unscrupulously.

The crimson power in its body exploded.

It gave off a strong sense of oppression with its vast body.

The surrounding air froze.

Popov glanced at the undead dragon before it. The danger it brought was equally intense, although the undead dragon's level was not as high as its.

There was no need to say anything else. The undead dragon's mount alone could explain all.

However, the Tower race ruler would not hastily respond. It paused and tilted its head sparingly. It was like it listened to something.

It turned afterward and stared at Richard again.

"Looks like we have a strong ally this time."

Its tone suddenly became friendly.

"Patriarch of the Tower race, Popov Black Tower, welcomes you."

Richard nodded sparingly, apparently aware of the troops stationed outside the village.

"Patriarch Popov, Lord of Twilight City, Richard."

Popov's muffled voice resounded through the sky.

"Lord Richard, the plane power recognized those who can cross the River of Recovery and enter the Holy Land.

"Can you tell me why you are here?

"This is… Holy Land?"

Richard looked at the dilapidated village. That made him speechless.

These guys seemed down and out to a certain extent.

"This time, I'm here to learn more about this world. Especially about the spider temple in the central area."

"Our goal is to eliminate Lolita's believers and cut off the evil goddess's tentacles..."

He did not know much about the enemy this time, although he had conquered the spider temple. The strength of the other eleven churches, the number of troops other than the transcendents, and so on were all unknown.