Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 815 495: Opening Of The Expansion Pack-New Era, Crim



Richard looked at the attributes of the stone statues of the dead. He had upgraded them to Crown 3-stars. His initially tense-filled heart relaxed a lot.

Every increase in rank was an unprecedented transformation for the troop.

The higher the level, the more exaggerated the increase.

All the skills of the stone statues of the dead were initially B-rank. Their attributes had all increased now that Richard had upgraded them to A-rank.

It was not an exaggeration to say that the players would still treat them as small-unit bosses even if he brought the stone statue of the dead alone.

They were too fierce.

The King of the Imperial Troop Lair had ruthlessly suppressed Richard because of the difference in rank. But they had reached a competitive stance now since their potential had increased.

And the king mummies were Radiant Moon 3-stars soldiers.

The battle power of the stone statues of the dead was almost at the level of an overlord after Richard strengthened five crystals, fused a few gemstones, enhanced the attack technology, and strengthened the original fire, the glorious treasure.

The king mummies of the King of the Imperial Troop Lair would definitely not be a match for these soldiers if he could raise them to Radiant Moon 3-stars.

The trump card that he had personally nurtured was not a weakling.

He now had 500 guardian mummies, 130 king mummies, and 125 skeleton blood dragons, including his rudintary troops. He had 1,855 soldiers, which was almost two large groups.

Additionally, he had two large groups and thirteen small groups of radiant moon-level king mummies.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this troop could be the backbone of Solan City, crown ascetic overseers.

One's strength was the toughest confidence to deal with external challenges.

Richard's lips curled up.

That didn't include the three large groups of vampire breeds led by transcendent Loreinna.

Apart from that, the god's ancient tree, the two thousand dark treants, and the thousands of poisonous and slaughter wasps also comprised the reckoning troop of Twilight City.

The number of troops in Twilight City had already exceeded that of ideal troops with these battle forces.

Tens of thousands of people!

These all had sterling battle strengths.

Richard upgraded the stone statues of the dead to crown-level and did not continue to attack. He left the remaining one million or more rare resources in his hands.

The city would refresh the troop lair every 1st day of each month.

This reinforcent was great, but the cost of recruiting troops would also increase exponentially.

He couldn't use up his remaining rations, so he had to reserve a portion.

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None of the players filled with anticipation, fear, and unease, nor the natives who had vaguely sensed the change in the atmosphere could stop the passage of ti.

December 26th… 27th… 28th… The calendar in the center of Twilight City updated. The residents felt that the atmosphere in Twilight City beca more solemn.

It was a kind of depression one could notice from everyone's hurried footsteps and the grave expressions of the troops.

It was like? On the eve of the sandstorm.

The tense atmosphere made Twilight City extrely quiet.

One could no longer hear laughter which was everywhere in the past. The cries of the children had even beco monotonous and lonely.

Darkness convexed the entire city.

Everyone acted according to the orders issued by the Administrative Departnt of Twilight City.

They moved goods, built fortifications, and transported strategic resources. Each had a job. They had postponed the conduct of literacy classes because of the impending war.

Teacher Maddie, Dune Lord.

The room where the lord of the dune lived had not changed. It was still the sa dium-sized residence.

The only difference was that this house had changed from an empty house to a warm abode with all kinds of furniture.

However, the Dune Lord did not feel that this place was inferior, although he used to live in the palace of wealth and glory.

He had a peaceful life.

The lord of the dune looked into the distance. His cloudy eyes could barely see. He placed his hands before the hardwood window.

That was the direction of the city wall.

At this mont, the mighty barbarians stacked alchemy bombs in the corners of the city wall under the command of the gray-colored dwarves.

Next to them were the recently forged giant cannons. These alchemy products with a diater of ters were definitely the nightmare of the enemy on the battlefield.

Pairs of guardian mummies with sharp blades patrolled the city wall. They would imdiately go up to assist if others needed help.

The scorpion warriors had two giant pincers and a body as tall as a hill. They stood guard before the battlents.

The gargoyles spread their wings and flew in the sky. They emitted a fierce and violent aura. A furnace must have purified and refined the fiery red pattern-wrapped tomahawks in their hands. One could feel the scorching aura they emitted even from afar.

He looked back and saw three arrow cloud-height towers in the central area. Ferocious arrows were already visible from the shooting holes at this mont. Those were the defensive positions of the sand condensation archers.

Several exaggeratedly shaped heavy crossbows were on top of the archer tower. The ferocious bolts were two tis thicker than a human's arm. A single shot could pierce through a ten-ter-tall giant, let alone a human.

According to the residents, the ballista was called the dragon-hunting crossbow, a treasure their great lord had previously obtained a long ti ago.