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

1140 Chapter 628: Qingqiu Tore the Ninth Hell Lord? [1/6]
The power of authority created an indestructible seal that isolated Solan City from the outside world.

No one could have imagined Richard’s boldness.

His actions meant that not only were the gods unable to leave, but he was also locked inside.

He couldn’t escape the situation, even if he volunteered to lose.

Did Richard know the consequences of his actions? That puzzled everyone!

Or did he have the confidence to kill all the gods sealed in Solan City?

But how was this possible? How could he kill the hundreds of gods, including innumerable gods?

No matter how they thought about it. They wished they were just dreaming.

No one knew the plans and thoughts of the floating and yellow sand-covered figure.

He sealed the city, and another piece of news suddenly came. The audience in the live stream room received an even more intensive blow.

The few remaining live stream rooms disappeared.

That meant that all the players who had received the World Power’s blessing, except for Richard, had been killed.

That was a total of 100,000 people! Richard alone remained seven days later.

The terrifying death rate made reality extremely cruel.

The players were already mentally prepared but still felt extreme sadness when they saw a lone spot left in the middle of the live stream room.

The players who thought they could get away with it had completely extinguished their unrealistic thoughts.

The bloody truth told everyone that strength was the only thing in this world.

One could trample those who survived by luck. Survivors still had to prepare.

At this point, all hope rested on Richard alone.

There was still a seed that would prevent the players from falling into complete despair.

Billions of players in the live stream room had mixed feelings. They fixed their eyes on the stalwart figure that floated above the desert church.

Richard did not display even the slightest fear before the existence of Asmodeus, even if the spy gods had spotted him.

“Boss Qingqiu! Hang in there!”

Richard had no time to care about the players’ emotions. He felt more powerful than ever.

The power of the desert of death obeyed his command, and the power of the Eternal Land had already blessed him.

A tsunami-like power surged in his blood vessels and muscles. At this moment, he could shatter cities, split mountains, and break the sea with one hand!

He slowly exhaled to calm his mind. He turned to look at the few figures on the broken roof in front of the desert church.

His eyes revealed an inexplicable playfulness.

“Asmodeus, the ruler of the Ninth Hell… It’s an honor to meet you.”

Asmodeus looked at Richard. He did not show any fear, and his eyes grew murky.

The hellish and blasphemous language emitted an extremely evil aura and resounded in the sky.

“Grace Mainland Overlord, how brave of you… Unfortunately, the scales of victory will not tilt in your favor.”

Asmodeus expected Richard to flee when he came out of the desert church. He did not expect the Grace Mainland Overlord to withstand and even used his authority to seal the city as if he intended to fight to the end!
That made him feel a strange emotion that was similar to other gods.

This fellow did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Asmodeus spoke and didn’t rush to make a move. Instead, he turned to look at the few undead lords who had just arrived before the Desert Sect, his eyes slightly cold.

“Thank you for attracting these idiots here…”

“Five hundred thousand years ago, these bugs ran away before I carried out a plan. After losing their authority, is there anyone who can save you?”

Asmodeus spoke, and the undead lords sensed the fatal danger.

The soul fire burned uncontrollably, and the ordinary believers around them could sense the fear emanating from their bodies.

The undead were afraid?

Richard frowned. What had Asmodeus done?

‘Five hundred thousand years ago? Did he also want to kill the gods?’

The words of the ancient devils revealed even more secrets.

Some bad memories surged into his mind, and he was frightened.

‘This damned devil, he wants to repeat what happened 500,000 years ago?!’

Someone else must have said this, and the gods would only mock him, like the Grace Mainland Overlord. But who was the one who spoke?

Asmodeus!

The ruler of the Ninth Hell! The gods acknowledged him as the mightiest expert! There was no other!

Moreover, 500,000 years ago, the other party had done something similar and caused the death of more than 20 gods.

Fortunately, everyone had a godhood back then and held power. That was why the other party’s plans failed.

That traumatized the gods who had experienced that battle.

The gods came back to their senses. They lost their authority. Their expressions gradually became terrified. The overlord sealed the city.

Asmodeus could start a massacre if he wanted to. That would be the best opportunity. They had nowhere to run!