Global Lords: Start as a Desert Lord

I am Crimson Moon.

When Richard looked at those eyes with a subtle light, his heart skipped a beat.

My breath froze.

He had never thought of the possibility that Crimson Moon would be alone.

If it were true, how terrifying would it be?

The entire game's expansion pack was created because of one person.

This is definitely a world-level boss who will grow up and be able to defy the odds.

However, Richard dispelled the surprise in an instant.

The new expansion pack, Crimson Moon, can make the gods fall and change the world structure. This is obviously not something that one person can do.

Especially changing the world structure, no matter how strong the opponent is, it is impossible. The main plane of "Glory Era" prohibits the existence of god-level power.

Without the individual combat power of a god, how can we change the world structure?

Forcibly suppressing the ups and downs in his heart, Richard's thoughts began to spin wildly.

After thinking for a long time, he looked directly into the other person's eyes and said slowly.

"If President Windsor is Crimson Moon, then Twilight City will be Crimson Moon's friend."

Windsor's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth curved brightly.

"Your Excellency Richard, are you so sure?"

Richard's eyes didn't dodge at all.

"I'm sure. President Windsor didn't lie. Naturally, I won't deceive."

The other party is testing, so why not he.

The most interesting part of the game is to constantly test the opponent's trump card and approach the opponent's limit.

The seemingly soft words of the two people concealed various changes.

Windsor suddenly laughed.

"Then what if we want to be the enemy of this world?"

Richard's face was calm.

"Then, crush the world under your feet."

There was no emotion in his voice, but it felt so firm at this moment.

Looking into the other party's deep eyes, Windsor was stunned for a moment.

Trampling the world underfoot?

Coming from the mouth of a Divine Grace Lord who was not even level 15 yet, these words were so crazy.

I was about to laugh, but suddenly I thought that the other person was Qingqiu.

He is the strongest among the Lords of Divine Grace. He once buried hundreds of thousands of armies with his own hands. He once ascended the throne with one against a hundred in the competition of tens of billions of people.

What's more, the other party is imprisoning a clone of the god at this moment.

There is this crazy record in front of you.

If this picture is so crazy, it also has some credibility.

After Windsor came to her senses, her eyes moved slightly, and she averted the gaze of the other party unnaturally.

Compared to the opponent's fierce performance, the soul-stirring charm in the opponent's movements made her even more uneasy.

This Lord of Divine Grace is so special.

Picking up the delicate tea cup on the white round table, he took a sip of the warm tea.

After putting down the tea cup, he said with a somewhat relaxed tone.

"Your Excellency Richard, it was just a joke. I am not Crimson Moon."

At first, Richard didn't believe it, but when the other party said this, the subtlety in his eyes made him shudder.

The other party said that he was the Crimson Moon. At this moment, he felt that it was true.

This is so fucking bullshit.

After this unrealistic idea swirled in his mind for a moment, he hid it in his heart and did not say it out loud.

After a while, he continued to ask.

"Could President Windsor tell me the information you have about Crimson Moon?"

Windsor pondered for a moment and said softly.

"Your Excellency Richard, what do you want to know?"

Richard was unceremonious.

"all."

Windsor smiled and neither refused nor agreed.

He spoke slowly in an elegant and slow tone with a unique charm.

"The crimson moon is the power left by the ancient gods."

The first sentence made Richard startled.

Ancient God? !

He had heard this mysterious title countless times.

And they are all heard from the mouths of gods.

Ever since he obtained the statue of the ancient god, he had been searching for information about the ancient god, but the result was that he could not be found.

All traces of the ancient gods have been erased.

Windsor, who was staring closely at Richard's face, saw the fluctuations in his expression, and showed a certain look.

But he didn't ask anything, and continued to speak in a tone that sounded very charming.

"For countless years after the death of the ancient god, the Crimson Moon was forced to hide."

"When the war between the gods ended hundreds of thousands of years ago, the power of the ancient gods began to awaken again."

"And the Crimson Moon, which has inherited the will of the ancient gods, is also recovering."

"When the crimson moon rises into the sky, the gods will tremble. This is a prophecy that has been passed down for countless years."

"Once the Crimson Moon appears, the gods who have mastered the rules of this world will inevitably launch crazy revenge."

"If you have anything to do with the Crimson Moon, you will definitely be hostile to the gods. The foundation of this world is the gods."

"Being an enemy of this world is not an empty talk."

These words surprised Richard, and at the same time he also had more doubts.

"President Windsor, who is the ancient god? The ancient god?"

Windsor shook his head slowly.

"No, the ancient gods are not gods. They are existences that transcend gods."

The existence of transcendent gods?

This evaluation is simply shocking.

Richard felt that what the other party was about to say might be one of the biggest secrets in the world.

"Then why did the ancient gods pass away? Why do the current gods hold power?"

Windsor's eyes showed cold murderous intent.

"Those damn gods stole the power of the ancient gods."

Richard was puzzled.

"The ancient gods surpassed the gods, so why can their power be stolen by the current gods?"

"Because the ancient gods are not life and have no desire for life."

"Not intelligent life?"

Richard was shocked by the news.

Windsor's tone became a little lower.

"Yes, they are the incarnation of rules. Each ancient god represents a rule."

"Life, death, light, darkness, water, fog."

"At the beginning of the creation of the world, the gods did not exist yet. The ancient gods were the true controllers of the world."

"At that time, a single rule could only be controlled by one ancient god, and other ancient gods could not get involved, because they were the rules."

"The current King of Gods of the Light God System, the God of Thunder and Light, was the first thief to steal the power of the ancient gods."

Richard digested these heavy news for a long time and found it difficult to recover.

The ancient god is the incarnation of rules?

Are the current gods the thieves who stole the power of the ancient gods?

These news were too shocking. No wonder he couldn't find any clues about the ancient god using conventional means.

Those with vested interests, the gods, will definitely use all means to erase this ancient secret.

Thinking about it now, there is an explanation for the horror that the gods he had encountered before saw the statue of the ancient god.

Their power was stolen from the ancient gods.

The counterfeiter suddenly saw the real owner, and one can imagine the panic in his heart

After taking a deep breath, he said in a condensed voice.

"President Windsor, may I know what your relationship is with Crimson Moon?"

Windsor took a deep look at Richard.

"A closer relationship than you think."

Richard narrowed his eyes.

This news is obviously more credible than Windsor saying that he is Crimson Moon.

His tone was a little more serious now.

"What is the purpose of Crimson Moon? What is the goal it pursues?"

Whether a force is evil or good, lawful or chaotic, just depends on their goals or doctrines.

The Dreadlord who plunges the world into eternal fear.

The God of justice who makes the world free from injustice and sin.

Windsor fell silent.

He stood up gracefully and came to the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the side.

This tallest building of the Luanwei Flower Merchant Guild overlooks half of Solan City.

The mage tower in the distance, the clock tower at the corner of the street, and the scenes outside the windows of the ant-sized pedestrians on the street are reflected in the pupils.

The slender white hands gently pressed on the transparent glass window, as if they wanted to touch the world outside the window.

After a long time, a faint voice sounded.

"Your Excellency Richard, do you know? How much darkness and injustice there is in this world?"

"When faced with these darkness and injustices, most people are unable to resist. They will even kneel down and pray for God's blessing in times of despair."

"Pray, haha, what a ridiculous move."

"If they knew that the evil person who caused all this was the god they prayed to, I wonder what their expressions would be like?"

"Gods."

"A group of creatures with strong selfish desires, they are also worthy of being worshiped? Believed?!"

The tone became more and more serious.

"Gods, why do you want to spread faith?"

"Because they do not have complete control over the power of the rules and can only rely on the power of faith contributed by intelligent life that is favored by the will of the world to control the rules."

"Ancient God, you don't need this."

"The power of faith is everything to the gods, and therefore, their greed and desire for the power of faith are constantly amplified."

"Occupy farmland to build churches, encourage believers to believe in religion, attack hostile sects, use faith to harvest property, and fool civilians."

"Wage war, slaughter villages, destroy races, and collapse planes."

"In this world, as long as there is a large-scale war, the final master behind the scenes must be a certain god!"

"Gods, their existence is original sin!"

"After they stole the power of this world, they plunged the world into never-ending turmoil."

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the war between the gods that destroyed half of the world's life was the best proof of the greed of the gods."

"A very small number of creatures control the fate of most people on the main plane. This is the greatest darkness."

"What Crimson Moon pursues is to let the ancient gods regain power and kill all those gods who have stolen power!"

"Eliminate the turmoil and unrest caused by the selfish desires of the gods."

God is the original sin of everything. Anyone who dares to come to this conclusion is either a madman or a super boss.

Richard looked at the back of that magnificent figure and felt a little dry in the mouth for no reason at this moment.

Although it is not appropriate to attribute all problems to gods.

But that's not the point. It's about killing the gods!

He thought that making Twilight City the most magnificent city in the Death Desert was already a big goal.

Good guy, compared to Crimson Moon, it’s not good at all.

This belief alone is crazy.

The gods hold the power of this world, and the death of every god is a major event that shakes the world.

But now, Windsor said that he would kill all the gods.

It made his scalp tingle.

Is this the true face of Crimson Moon?

This new expansion pack is so damn exciting.

No wonder the system prompts that when the crimson moon appears, gods will fall.

That's because the power of the ancient gods can defeat the current gods.

No one knows this better than him.

After Windsor finished speaking, he slowly turned around and looked at Richard again.

"So, Sir Richard, what is your attitude towards Crimson Moon now?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room immediately became subtle.

At this moment, Richard truly confirmed that the person in front of him had a boss template and was in charge of the Luanwei Flower Chamber of Commerce.

The relationship with Crimson Moon is definitely no small matter.

Although the other party has already mentioned it, it may be true or false, and he trusts his own judgment more.

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, he said slowly.

"President Windsor, my attitude has always been firm that Twilight City is your friend, regardless of your status."

As he spoke, there was a dangerous light in his eyes.

"Besides, I am quite interested in killing the gods. Perhaps, we can cooperate further."

The spirit of the kobold god is still imprisoned in the statue of the Old God.

That bitch tried to wipe out Twilight City more than once.

The hatred between the two sides has long been unrelenting.

He is searching for the Crimson Moon with such great fanfare. In addition to wanting to explore the new expansion pack, the most important point is that the Crimson Moon can make the gods fall.

Since we can kill other gods, why can't we let the kobold god taste death?

Unless he kills the old dog, he will never feel at peace.

There is always a feeling of light on my back.

Like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, he might jump out and bite him at any time.

Windsor smiled, and the atmosphere in the room immediately warmed up.

"Your Excellency Richard, perhaps I have made a real friend."

"However, I am curious, are you really not afraid of the gods?"

Feeling the breath coming from the statue of the ancient god in his arms, Zha smiled.

"Afraid? Of course, who is not afraid of those terrifying beings who control endless power?"

"But so what? Gods are not immortal."

"And I would rather trust my friends than the gods."

Others had choices, but he had already stood with the ancient god.

The statue of the ancient god was one of the most powerful treasures he had along the way.

Several desperate situations have relied on this comeback.

This is a treasure that can confront the gods head-on, and it even has unlimited potential that can be tapped.

As far as the gods were concerned, if they knew all this, they would automatically classify him among the remnants of the ancient gods without further explanation.

As for giving up the statues of the ancient gods?

Anyone who dares to say this will be beaten out of their wits by Richard.

Windsor sighed.

"Your Excellency Richard, you are truly the most unique Lord of Divine Grace that I have ever seen."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, slowly raised his chest to him, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for your trust. May Crimson be with you forever."

Seeing this, Richard stood up gently, stroked his chest, and returned the greeting.

"President Windsor, may the crimson endure forever."

After the two people straightened up, their eyes met, and their faces suddenly showed.

There seemed to be an air of pure revolutionary friendship in the air.

Although the two sides are still far from true comrades-in-arms, they have gone through some trials to find out.

Finally completed the first and most critical step: establishing trust.