[201-400] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 388: The Dwarf God Is In My Hands?

This piece of news was like a bomb dropped into Richard’s heart that set off massive waves.

He had never expected he could obtain information related to the Crimson Moon in the underground world.

Moreover, it was so shocking.

‘When the Crimson Moon rose, the dwarf god would return… This prophecy seemed ordinary. But it overturned his previous deduction about the Crimson Moon.

‘Wasn’t the Crimson Moon a terror that could make the gods tremble?

‘Why was he suddenly related to a fallen god?

‘What was going on with this new expansion pack?

‘The Crimson Moon would be countless times more complicated than he had expected if this prophecy were true.’

As Richard’s thoughts spun.

He looked at the blood-colored statue in the old dwarf’s hand that emitted the aura of a god.

He forcefully suppressed the waves in his heart and slowly opened the attribute panel.

[Statue of the Dwarf God]

[Level: Special]

[Characteristic: Seals a part of the soul of the dwarf god and can activate the power of the descendants of the dwarf god.]

[Introduction: A treasure personally forged by the dwarf god. A part of his soul is sealed in the core.]

Richard held his breath.

‘One has sealed the soul of the dwarf god in this statue?’

He found it unbelievable.

‘When did gods become cabbages? Why did he meet them everywhere?

‘Did these guys play so big?’

Moreover, this wasn’t like the kobold god’s clone he had imprisoned. It was something that the other party had sealed on its own.

His soul power was countless times stronger than that of his clone.

From the information just now… This statue was the key to the resurrection of the dwarf god!

The light in his eyes flickered…

Rand Augustus, the old dwarf, looked at Richard for a long time without saying a word. Anxiety engulfed his face.

He was scared Richard would order his soldier to drag them down and hang them on the city gate…

After a long time, he gathered his courage and spoke.

“Great Ruler, do you have any questions?”

Richard was startled awake. He looked at the nervous old dwarf and took a deep breath.

“How much do you know about the Crimson Moon?”

The old dwarf shook his head with a bitter smile.

“Lord, our father’s prophecies are too vague. We have searched for countless years. But we found nothing about the Crimson Moon.”

“We could no longer dig into this legend now that the dwarves have declined…”

He sighed.

“Our ancestors once speculated that this prophecy might be a legend made up by one of our sages to gather dwarves.”

“Father… It might be difficult to wake him up.”

Bitterness filled his eyes as he said this.

The dwarves had yet to find any hope after several years of anticipation and search.