Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 558 392: Rotten Authority [1/2]

Richard collected his scattered thoughts and turned his attention back to the rotten tree.

The first and second points of the Black Gold System were unacceptable.

Once the rotten tree regained power, the King of Decay would regain control of the authority.

'Didn't that an the 333rd floor's Lord of the Abyss, the King of Decay, had succeeded in his plan?

'At that ti, who knew how big a storm it would cause?'

It would probably affect half of the desert of death. And it was unknown whether Twilight City could avoid it.

At that ti, even a glorious powerhouse like the Grand Duke of Frostwolf in Solan City would have a headache.

He was the ruler of an abyssal plane.

He had not heard of the holy water ntioned in the second notification. He had no chance of obtaining it. Moreover, destroying the rotten tree would not benefit him at all.

Only the third notification was the most valuable.

[Can consu divine power to snatch the decaying authority hidden in the decaying tree.]

[The rotten authority was the power of the abyssal rulers, terrifying existences above level 30.]

[Rule Force.]

It was not sothing ordinary power could compare to even if it was just a trace.

Richard took a few deep breaths and forcefully suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

His gaze gradually beca heated.

He sought wealth and honor in danger.

With such a heaven-sent opportunity before him, it was worth a try, no matter how enormous the risk was.

Moreover, one hadn't opened the connection between the abyss and the central plane.

The rotten tree had yet to revive, and Solan City did not know what they hid inside.

That gave him an empty slot where he did not receive any attention.

With a thought, the ancient god statue appeared in his hand.

Richard looked around.

"All troops, listen up. Clear the surrounding demons. No one is allowed to approach within a kiloter."

A demon troop that couldn't fly filled the ground.

The skeleton blood dragon and the stone statue of the dead had absolute air superiority.

Moreover, this was the desert of death.

Even if the flying demon troops appeared, the terrifying disorientation characteristic would let them experience what it ant to have the ho ground advantage.

Richard gave the order.

One squadron of skeleton blood dragons and six stone statues of the dead imdiately swooped down.

Thirty to forty ters above the ground.

'Roar!'

Scarlet energy burst out from the skeleton blood dragon's throat.

'Puchi!'

It left a trail of flas dozens of ters long in the air.

There was no way for the demons to dodge.

The dragon's breath would envelop and corrode their bodies into broken limbs like ice and snow lting at high-temperature even if their skin was rough and their flesh was thick.

The terrifying corrosiveness instantly caused an enormous space to appear on the ground.

The stone statue of the dead did not show any weakness.

The tomahawk in its hand whizzed out.

'Kacha!'

The tomahawk shattered, and countless fragnts enveloped the surrounding dozens of ters.

The fragnts penetrated the thick skin of those demons like cotton. And then their bodies exploded and ignited balls of flas.

The terrifying lethality simply made one's heart tremble.

After one has reinforced the glorious treasure, the original fire, the axe of the stone statue of the dead, had horrifying fla damage.

The denser the enemies, the better the effect.

Inferior demons, fallen demons, bewitching demons, enraged demons… It slaughtered all kinds of ferocious and terrifying in a one-sided manner without any ans to fight in the air.

In the distance, a dozen players from a small guild watched the battle between the skeleton blood dragon and the stone statue of the dead.

" Is…is that a player's troop?"

They slaughtered the demon troop that had made their scalps numb like little chicks.

Moreover, why could the enemy's troops fly into the desert of death?

"I glanced at the master of this troop just now. It's the player panel...

"Which big shot is this? Are they all so brave?

"Activate the troop and prepare for battle. That big shot has attracted most of the firepower. We'll just drink so soup here... "

The group of players imdiately responded after they recovered from their shock. They could compete with the big shots. But they still could drink so leftovers.

Richard ignored the battle.

Among these demons, the most powerful Balrog was only level 14.

They would often collapse after a few rounds without any ans to fight in the air when faced with the siege of powerful stone statues of the dead.

Even the most powerful demon was like this, let alone others.

The one-sided battle did not pique his interest.

He stared at the rotten tree corpse before him.

Richard looked at the white bones on the ground. He had a thought.

The yellow sand surged in from all directions and directly subrged the ruins of the building where the rotten tree was. It also moved the bones on the ruins to the yellow sand a few hundred ters away.

The ruins of the buildings had turned into a land of yellow sand.

The desert was his ho ground.

In the next second, the ancient god statue in his hand emitted a dark light.

In the sky, a body with a faint divine soul condensed.

Renee.

Powerful battle power with the Resurrection ability.

The other party had even relied on the Resurrection ability to drag the dark valkyrie down.

"Lord, I feel an evil power. That tree is not dead."

Renee fixed her gaze on the rotten tree.

Solemnity filled his words.

Richard briefly explained the original plan to the other party.

"You used divine power to suppress the power of the rotten tree… Take away the rotten authority hidden in the other party's body."

Renee replied proudly.

"As you wish, my Lord."

She would not die as long as the ancient god statue is protected.

Reene didn't even have the concept of death as a living being residing within the statue.

He gripped the elven longsword in his hand tightly.

Renee suddenly disappeared before his eyes.