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

Chapter 471: The Furious Spider Goddess, Richard Disappeared

Something must have frozen time and space at this moment.

Only the figure that pressed down the void was between the heavens and the earth.

The divine might that made one’s soul tremble pressed down without concealment.

Everything was silent.

“The power of the desert, the blessing of the ancient gods, the aura of the kobold god, and the god of deception… The dwarf god?”

The ancient elven language mixed with the profane language of the abyss resounded in the sky, and one could hear the surprise.

A level 15 human could possess such powers. That utterly surprised everyone.

However, it was precisely because of this that it proved that what the other party had said was true.

It was the spokesperson of the dungeon god system.

What were those underground bugs planning??

What did this human overlord hide before the goddess?

Its scarlet eyes were like the sun that had lost its heat as it stared coldly at that tiny existence.

The god of conspiracy could make the bottomless abyss tremble. And no one knew what it thought at the moment.

The terrifying accent made the sky tremble again after a short silence.

“Lowly reptile! No matter who your god is, what scheme you have! Now, your soul belongs to me.”

“Kneel and offer your soul!”

The last note fell, endless divine might collapsed like a high mountain reservoir, and thousands of rivers roared down.

‘Crack!!’

A hundred-fold boulder seemed to have smashed the ground below, and large cracks appeared.

Everyone was overwhelmed.

Richard felt like every word was like a thousand-ton hammer that struck his soul.

His eyes were bloodshot.

It was like one pressed a wall on his chest, and breathing became extremely difficult.

‘Whoosh!’

His chest made a dull sound as if it blew bellows.

Submit, kneel! He should offer his soul to the almighty ruler.

That is her honor. That is supreme glory!

It was like thousands of demons roared in his ears. And one seemed to have hauled his soul into the abyss.

It was like the will of the gods, the oracle that made the abyss tremble.

Its cold words were even more soul-devouring than the mental spells cast by a top-tier spellcaster.

Richard fell under infinite pressure.

The Twilight City troop fought and fell to the ground after divine might enveloped them. The enemy pressed the skeleton blood dragon and could not get up.

Alves, a Beyond A-rank soldier, could still barely withstand it. But the crimson power on its body felt like a candle in the wind that one could extinguish at any time.

Popov Black Tower had yet to enter the spatial passageway and gritted its teeth. It tried its best to hold on. However, the children of the Tower race behind the patriarch could no longer withstand it. They pressed their hands on the ground to reduce the pressure of the divine might.