[401-600] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 423: The War Ends, Picking the Fruits of Victory

The moment the power enveloped the Dune Lord.

A magnet attracted the yellow sand power in the other party’s body and quickly replenished his body.

Richard felt that every cell in his body cheered.

The power in his body began to increase explosively.

The surrounding sand began to float and spin around him.

Richard forcefully controlled the lord of the dunes. The dune ruler wanted to resist but could not do anything under the joint suppression of the god’s ancient tree and the fire elemental lord. All it could do was watch its already weak power drain away…

An image suddenly appeared in Richard’s mind after he devoured the power of the yellow sand to a limit.

In an infinite desert.

The storm swept up sand and dust and howled like a demon’s roar. That made people tremble in fear.

The stronger the wind, the more terrifying the sandstorm.

Then, the sandstorm swallowed the entire world.

The desert gradually weakened and returned to peace after the sandstorm reached its peak.

A sandstorm began.

Richard seemed to have become a witness to time. He witnessed everything that happened in the desert.

The yellow sand would occasionally remain calm amidst silence. It would pass peacefully, and at other times, it would collapse and turn into quicksand that could devour everything…

Countless changes happened in the vast land.

But only the desert was eternal.

The sand could be tangible or intangible. The sand could condense into various shapes under the control of the outside world…

The lord of the dunes turned into giant yellow sand and was just one of the methods.

Richard felt increasingly enlightened as he watched this scene…

He only returned to his senses when the scene disappeared.

With a thought.

The surrounding yellow sand began to surge.

Huge vegetable pots, irregular pressure cookers, uniquely shaped butcher knives, electric fans, inflatable dolls, whips, handcuffs…

The sand condensed these things and gave off an incomparably authentic feeling even though they were sand. That was odd.

The condensation gathered the messy things, and a giant sandman warrior that wore an apron rose from the ground.

Then, those things merged into the sandman’s body… It carried the vegetable pot on its back, the pressure cooker on its head, the butcher knife in its right hand, the electric fan in its left hand, the inflatable doll lying on its thigh, and the whip and handcuffs around its neck…

The style was completely different from the “Shining Era”. It was extremely out of place, strange, and twisted.

The troop could not help but be at a loss for words when they saw the scene from a distance.

They knew about the sandman.

But the carrying of the weapon was odd!

Has the feudal lord developed that spell?

One could expect that from a lordship!

It was indeed amazing. It was too obscure and difficult to understand.