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

Chapter 1122 621: The Igniting Powder Keg [2/3]

She was a goddess, and one could only worship her. Mortals could not profane her.

The Goddess of Light was the symbol of light and hope. In countless legends, this goddess played the role of a savior and had an extremely high reputation in the Mortal Plane.

The first Goddess of Light had fallen under the siege of the Evil Gods of the Abyss to save her believers.

The second generation of the Goddess of Light had also died in battle to protect the civilians 500,000 years ago. She left behind countless laments.

The Goddess of Light was now in the third generation. No one knew what her ending was.

"We had just entered the city when the desert church collapsed. There's no such thing as a coincidence. Who's behind this?"

The Sun God's calm voice echoed in the hall. His tone was not heavy, but it gave people a mighty pressure. It was like the sun that hung in the sky.

The Goddess of Light's eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone was mellow and clear.

"Other than the demon in the abyss, the greatest possibility is hell."

The Sun God narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

"Lord, the Darkness Goddess has also arrived in this city…"

Osmodeus understood the expression, although he no longer finished his sentence.

The Goddess of Light's expression turned serious when she heard the name 'Darkness Goddess.' Her gaze became complicated.

Every Goddess of Light would inherit the name of Suren, while the Goddess of Darkness had never changed since the beginning of creation.

Light and darkness were absolute opposites, but they were also symbiotic. She knew about the arrival of the Darkness Goddess earlier than the Sun God.

The Light Goddess slowly shook her head after a moment of silence.

"It's not her. She wouldn't be so bored."

The Sun God looked at the goddess meaningfully and said nothing more.

"You know what you're doing... The key aura has got increasingly thicker, and the trajectory of fate is no longer unfathomable."

"What attitude should we use to face God's Grace Lord?"

He returned to the topic, and the Sun God had a headache.

The world couldn't underestimate his power when he was still in his seat.

However, the change in the rules suppressed his authority. He no longer could use the power that could destroy everything to solve the problem.

Right now, the reputation of the Grace Mainland Overlord wasn't any less than his. What was more alarming was that the Grace Mainland Overlord was related to the New Era.

Countless people would spy on the lord privately and publicly with such a background.

This seemingly weak Grace Mainlad Overlord stood still. That was terrifying.

Nothing must have threatened or challenged him at all.

He had to take this seriously.

The weak couldn't become a top figure that attracted worldwide attention, and it was even more impossible for them to remain unscathed in the storm's eye.

The Light Goddess's eyes moved slightly.

"Don't worry. Just ask the Grace Mainland Overlord to meet him. We'll know his attitude after we meet him."

That surprised the Sun God at first. But he nodded in relief afterward.

"I was wrong. The Desert Faction is still neutral, although the Grace Mainland Overlord took the Desert God's religion. That will not change because of his actions."

Subconsciously, he had always treated her as an enemy, so he was extra careful. However, the Goddess of Light changed her mind and immediately opened his mind.

"What about our attitude?"

"Cooperate. One cannot start the New Era alone. We need the power of the Grace Mainland Overlord."

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Richard first visited the Desert Sect when he returned to Solan City. 

What greeted his eyes was the collapsed church and the silent believers.

The scene was like a scene of despair after the Great Calamity.

It gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression, and even their breathing was unnaturally heavy.

He flew above the church and looked down. His gaze turned cold.

The killing intent in his heart continued to soar.

You're courting death!

Did he think that his saber wasn't real?

A short moment of silence has passed. Richard sensed something and turned his head to look in another direction. His eyes flickered with a dangerous light.

These people treated him as nothing.

'Who must have given you the guts?'

Had he not killed enough gods?

The believers lost their morale and realized the familiar figure. They sensed the aura that made them go crazy.

Their mood instantly rose from hell to heaven!

"God, nothing happened. God has returned!

"My Lord, your devout believers bow to you..."

"Great Lord, those trash hiding in the sewers have damaged your church. Please punish them!"

"My Lord, we failed to protect the church. We are guilty..."

The church collapsed, and the loud prayer vented their fears.

Richard sensed the surging emotions in his mind. He sighed to calm the surging killing intent in his heart.

His tone was firm and determined.

"My people, no one can offend and provoke the dignity of the desert.

"All of you, go back. I will personally find the rat hiding in the sewers, whether it is a human or a god!"

He finished speaking. He returned a portion of the power of faith he had accumulated to his believers.

The believers below immediately felt their spirits jolt. That power recovered their previously exhausted mental state. Strength filled their entire bodies.

His gaze became increasingly heated, and his nervous emotions disappeared.

They knew that their great god would still protect them!

Richard's mood did not cool down even after his departure. Instead, it became increasingly intense.