Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 1136 626: The Last Hunt [2/2]

Chapter 1136 Chapter 626: The Last Hunt [2/2]

?Several people would not want to go because they were afraid to die. But more players also would choose not to sit and wait to die!

One wouldn't want to sit at home and wait for others to announce his fate if he failed the battlefield. It was ten thousand times better to die in battle than without doing anything and die!

The h.e.l.l troop had almost exhausted the power of Twilight City after more than ten days. Magic had destroyed the western and northern city walls.

These two walls had already turned from an offensive and defensive battle into a b.l.o.o.d.y melee.

The demiG.o.d-level demon lord Bardi commanded the troop and had already seen the light of victory.

However, the city was about to collapse, and the situation changed again! Countless new forces surged out of the spatial gate in the center of Twilight City.

Their ferocious posture and exaggerated numbers had stabilized the defensive line that was about to collapse, although the level and potential of these troops were average.

That obstructed the demon troop's offensive once again.

Bardi saw this scene, and the h.e.l.lish flames around his body almost exploded a hundred meters into the air.

His expression became extremely ugly.

He had countlessly imagined the attack and destruction of the city. However, the faint presence of the abomination crushed his courage. He could only stand far away from the city in silence.

Four days before the deadline remained on the 12th.

Emotions filled the audience in the live stream room.

Because today, only 35 of the 100,000 favored ones remained.

That's right, 35!

There were still four days left before the deadline!

Usually, four days would pa.s.s in the blink of an eye, but in this context, every second felt like a century. Four days was too long.

That was especially true for the players killed by the natives or G.o.ds. They were the guild leaders of large guilds and top-tier players. That made the players feel even more powerless.

The most elite of their forces seemed so insignificant in the face of the natives.

One couldn't rely on these 35 people to survive these few days.

The players who had placed their hopes on Richard grew fearful as increasing warning messages were sent that a G.o.d had entered Solan City.

Qingqiu could still deal with one or two G.o.ds. But this number had increased to two digits? Or perhaps even more?

The eyes of all the G.o.ds would finally focus on Richard at the increase of fatalities.

At that time, how could he block it?

The rule of the G.o.ds would continue as usual at the death of Richard.

The G.o.ds, those who had gained the authority of the favored, the high n.o.bles who had previously possessed great power, the forces that relied on the sects to survive, and even some unwilling to change the status quo would all partic.i.p.ate.

Not everyone hoped for the arrival of a New Era. New things meant uncertainty and change. The ruling cla.s.s was the cla.s.s that feared change the most.

The players were worried, and the G.o.ds who had infiltrated Solan City felt the same way.

They tasted supreme authority. No one was willing to lose their power and become a pitiful, easily manipulated creature.

All the G.o.ds secretly observed the actions of the blessed. The players could watch the live stream, but the G.o.ds could not. There would always be spies who betrayed their camp.

Some players, regardless of willingness, became the eyes of the G.o.ds. They became vital forces. They watched every move of the blessed for them.

Otherwise, one couldn't wipe the 100,000 players out so quickly until only a few dozen were left. The scourge of traitors was endless.

However, a phenomenon isolated the desert church. The G.o.ds could not see the specific situation inside. They could only roughly sense Richard's aura.

As the 10-day deadline approached, the undercurrents around the desert church began to surge.

The believers who came to wors.h.i.+p and pray could feel something was wrong with the atmosphere. But they couldn't explore further. They could only pray to their faith more devoutly.

Three days remained on January 12th, and only nine live streaming rooms remained.

The players were initially excited, then worried, then desperate. Situations suffocated them eventually.

The psychological pressure got increasingly mightier.

The pressure from the finish line was indescribable for each second that pa.s.sed.

It felt like one was watching the countdown of his life.

The only thing that they had not given up on was Twilight City!

The demons' attacks were still violent and crazy. Twilight City was like a nail nailed to the ground.

They couldn't move, no matter how they attacked.

However, the attacks shattered the four walls of Twilight City. The city had already entered the stage of naked combat.

Changes could happen at any moment.

Those favored would automatically lose their qualifications once the territory fell.

Nothing could happen to the blessed and the territory.

The system's rigid rules prevented players from exploiting loopholes and could only face them head-on.

In the live stream, many viewers were on the verge of breaking down as they watched Richard remain motionless in the desert church.

"What's the situation with Qingqiu Big Shot? Dozens of G.o.ds had entered Solan City! Something big is going to happen!"

"I don't understand Qingqiu's thoughts at all. He knows nothing about the outside world, and he knows how to issue a summoning order. He knows that the situation is critical, but he doesn't have any reaction to the arrival of the G.o.ds! What is he trying to do?"

"There are still three days left. Big Boss Qingqiu, please go out and hide. Run to the Ell Plane. Anywhere is fine! Stay with a group of G.o.ds. Just the idea makes my scalp go numb!"

The players' reaction surmounted on the afternoon of the 12th when the five undead lords entered Solan City together.

The undead general didn't sneak in. Instead, he rode on the bone dragon and flew into Solan City from the sky. He landed on the square in front of the desert church.

The appearance of Scrupleless with the undead troop that still attacked outside the city shrouded everyone's hearts in layers of gloom.

That was bad!

The news spread to the forum. The parties confirmed it caused a vast uproar.

Bullet comments flooded Richard's stream.

"Who the f*ck can contact Boss Qingqiu, tell him to run! My legs are so weak now! I don't want to die!"

"What should we do? Boss Qingqiu's territory could withstand the demons' attack, but what if he died outside? Don't!"

"I can't think of a way to break this situation! I know that the G.o.ds who have entered Solan City are the Swamp G.o.d System, the Ocean G.o.d System, the Elf G.o.d System, and the Dwarf G.o.d System. There are a total of 23 G.o.ds.

"There's the Sun G.o.d, the Light G.o.ddess, the Evil G.o.d of the Abyss, and the Devil Lord of h.e.l.l. Now, five more undead lords had arrived. Who could stop this situation? Unless the Creation G.o.d comes!"

a.n.a.lysis of the bullet screen and the audience's mood became increasingly pessimistic.

Qingqiu was mighty, but that depended on his enemies!

He was invincible compared to others. The opponent was a G.o.d, but they had enough confidence in him!

All the "s.h.i.+ning Era" G.o.ds were here! This f*cking gate!

Forget about surviving these three days.It would be a miracle even if they could for three hours if these G.o.ds were to make a move.

Even the most optimistic players fell silent in the face of such a situation. They looked at the figure in the live stream. The figure still looked up at the sky, shrouded in yellow sand, and did not know what to say.

No one, not even any G.o.d, could solve this situation.

It seemed odd for the other party to lose, but it was nonsense to win.

Was this the end?

Countless emotions of silence, lamentation, wailing, and despair flowed in the hearts of the players. But they lacked hope.

Richard was unaware of the players' fluctuating emotions at the moment. The undead general rode the bone dragon and landed outside the desert church without hiding anything. He slowly turned around and stared at the five others while they emitted a deathly aura through the wall.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly under the puzzled gazes of the audience in the live broadcast room. His dark and deep eyes revealed an incomprehensible expression.

It was like? The hunter in the dark saw his prey he was still looking forward to.

He waited for so long, finally! It was enough.