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

Chapter 499: The Shattered Plane

Gunter left with a grave look in its eyes. Richard watched the mummy hero leaves.

He did not expect a turn for the worse in such a short time.

The monsters underground in the wilderness ran riot because of the blood rain. The plane of the higher race in the dungeon, the Nagas, fused with it.

One could imagine how much turmoil there would be in the future.

Twilight City’s arsenal, research base, and raw material production base for the Black Sorbet Ice Cream were all set up here.

The impact on Twilight City would be fatal once the enemies destroyed them.

The king of decay on the surface directly opened a spatial passageway to a place dozens of kilometers away from Twilight City.

The dark evil god who held power is the ruler of the abyss.

They pressed the blade against Richard’s throat.

The wisp of power of authority on the god’s ancient tree was the paramount provocation. The other party couldn’t let it go.

Rules would still restrict the dimensional planes that merged with the primary plane. That could have been the only good news.

The more powerful an existence was, the more restrictions one would face after one entered the primary plane. The gods couldn’t descend.

That was the basic rule of the mortal plane. And that hadn’t changed since ancient times.

Hence, only the power of an ultimate creator could break this restriction.

Richard sighed at the crimson desert after he calmed down.

He quickly left and returned to the Lord’s Mansion with a solemn gaze.

Richard occupied the main seat. He waved his hand to dismiss the plump kitchen maid who had brewed the hot tea and took out a gray-colored dwarf stone statue.

A power had carved a lifelike dwarf on it. It wasn’t cold to the touch but was extremely warm and moist.

Richard shortly rubbed it, and its spiritual power spread out. He immersed the statue with his power.

Richard awakened the god of dwarves in the grave of the gods. He had infused his divine power. That eventually led to the rise of the dark soul eater, Kratos, under the influence of several forces.

However, this supreme existence fell into a deep slumber due to over-exhaustion.

Richard left the dungeon and constantly injected the power of yellow sand to nurture it. The Crimson Moon rose, and the statue sparingly moved a few hours later.

The situation had changed too quickly and hindered many Twilight City plans. He needed to hear the prediction of the future from the dwarf god to verify new ones.

His spiritual power sank deep into the statue.

A familiar scene appeared in his mind.

The dwarf god, Fam Morgery, sat on a majestic throne.

Fam wore a gorgeous feathered cape, a silver crown, and a gemstone ring. Its one hand supported its cheek and slept with a slightly tilted head.

The power devoured a terrifying existence who had once stepped into the river of fate in the “Shininge Era” to spy on the destiny of all living beings. But it did not die.

Only this being, by all odds, could give Richard significant information in this chaotic situation.

The Dwarf God was short but could protrude an oppressive feeling like a giant.