Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 1046 582: Flesh and Blood Weakened, Machinery Ascend

The Blacksmith Association that Adele had taught had already supported the weaponsmithing industry in Bloodhoof City.

The administrative system was also under the control of Twilight City. Richard was in charge and did not have to worry about it.

Richard did not stay any longer after he settled with Bloodhoof City. Sel and the echelons of Bloodhoof send Richard off.

Sel looked at the figure that disappeared into the sky and was in a daze.

He sighed with emotion afterward.

"Half a year ago, when we t you for the first ti, I feared none of us could have imagined that the lord of the surface who drove the chanical puppets and the skeleton blood dragons would one day beco the real king of the underground world."

As he said that, his face revealed a hint of sadness.

"It was a coincidence that the gray-colored dwarves attacked Bloodhoof City, and you defeated those damned dwarves.

"It was also from then on that Bloodhoof City had an extrely close cooperation with you, Lord.

"In the end, I walked to where I am today.

"Bloodhoof City has beco the overlord of the underground world, but its power has also increased by more than ten tis!"

As he spoke, he turned and stared coldly at the barbarian heroes in the dungeon behind him.

He said word by word.

"Your Excellency is the god slayer who killed the Greed Lord!

"It's a superb existence with supre power!

"It is our honor to be able to beco Lord's subordinate. I will not allow anyone to have any disloyalty!

"Moreover, the world is undergoing unprecedented changes. We can only rely on the strong if we want to survive!

"Lord Richard is the Lord who can protect us!"

The barbarian heroes in the dungeon behind them also turned solemn when they heard this.

"Lord, trust us. No one will have any ill intentions towards Lord Richard…"

Resources were scarce, and the environnt was harsh in the underground. They were always in awe of the strong.

Only the mightiest existence could lead a tribe to survive and rely on the strong. That was the rule of survival.

Sel recalled his conversation with Richard. He took a deep breath and said slowly,

"Increase the recruitnt efforts. Those tribes that are still scattered outside, as long as they are suitable to survive in the city, bring them all back.

"We need more workers… The munitions factory must not stop spinning!

"War is coming… This ti, we will survive."

"We will!"

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Richard had plenty of experience flying in the underworld. He had led his troops to capture several gray-colored dwarves' cities, earning him a bounty of tens of millions of units of food before he had conquered the underworld.

However, the feeling this ti was quite different after a few months.

Although it didn't feel like the entire world was giving him strength in the desert, it was still exceptionally intimate.

Even his consumption had decreased by three tis.

However, what caught his attention the most was the environnt.

He could see so places with water sources after a distance of flying. So have reclaid large areas of farmland. This farmland was very neat. Gullies, small paths, main roads, and drainage channels were all available.

They were connected and ford a vast planting base.

There was an endless amount of Frost Grass, the raw material of the Black Frozen Sorbet.

The breeze blew, and the Frost Grass was half the height of a person bent down like ears of wheat. Even if the light was very dim, it gave people a refreshing feeling.

However, the alchemical machine that harvested inside was the most remarkable.

The large-tal-made alchemical machines and four specially made paths moved through the gullies in the farmland. In front of them was a sharp reaper that could easily cut off the Frost Grass and transport it to the back through the green belt.

The system could even change it automatically after filing it up.

These automatic harvesters would leave the field to the main road and transfer the tied bags to the machinery specially used for transportation after harvest.

The entire process, apart from the machinery that required manual control, was completely independent of human labor.

It looked like an industrial beauty unique to a fantasy world.

That pleased Richard.

Wasn't this why he had put so much effort into making Fortress City develop harvesters?

This kind of production efficiency was hundreds of tis better than manual labor.

They encountered a few farming bases along the way. The environnt in most areas was still very harsh. Even plants like Frost Grass, which did not choose the place, could not grow.

It took Richard more than three hours before he saw Fortress City.

He had been to Fortress City a few tis, unlike in Bloodhoof City.

However, this did not affect the city of the gray-colored dwarves. They were naturally suitable for scientific research, from becoming the research center of Twilight City.

The research power of Fortress City had reached a new height with the addition of the sacred-blood dwarves.

His status in Twilight City also increased each day.

Richard looked down from the sky above Bloodhoof City. The long-captured city had recovered its vitality.

The dense array of alchemical cannons with exaggerated calibers and the massive number of chanical puppets on the city walls were enough to show that these gray-colored dwarves were not idle except for the scientific research missions he had given them.

He ignored the guard soldiers and entered the city in a few breaths.

Richard landed before the mansion. A gray-colored dwarf guarded and piloted a four-to-five-ter chanical puppet.