[601-END] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 622: The Igniting Powder Keg

Several figures appeared in Solan City.

The past six months were dark and chaotic for the ordinary residents. It was a dark and restless period that made people feel uneasy. They could not even see the future.

This situation only came to an end when the Desert Sect appeared.

The Desert Sect gave everyone new hope.

But a scene that trembled the believers happened.

That had collapsed the symbol of the Desert Sect, the desert church where the god descended!

And it collapsed without any warning!

To the believers, this was no different from the collapse of the heavens!

That was a symbol of their faith!

That instantly shattered the peace they had gained. Loss remained in their hearts.

Countless believers gathered outside the collapsed church and began to rage, roar, curse, pray, and atone for their sins. The noise almost caused the entire Solan City to fall into an uproar.

However, the blood in their chest calmed down as their high spirits gradually eased. That quieted the air.

All the believers stared blankly at the church that had once again shattered into yellow sand. They could only hear the breathing of their companions beside them and nothing else.

At this moment, no one could read the thoughts of the believers.

The church collapsed, and their faith, the great Desert God, did not appear. That bothered them even more.

However, powerless civilians could only pray their faith could bring a savior and bring hope again. They could no longer control their fate.

The weak never had the right to choose in a chaotic world.

Asmodeus and nine human-looking demon lords silently watched the gathered believers in a luxurious hotel a few hundred meters from the desert church.

“My Lord, can the collapse of the desert church provoke the relationship between the Sun God and the Goddess of Light and the Grace Mainland Overlord?”

Asmodeus did not turn around when he heard the question behind him.

“Destroying the church of the Grace Mainland Overlord has nothing to do with them. Such a simple method wouldn’t vastly change the situation.”

“I have something to confirm. That is my purpose.”

At this point, the ruler of the Ninth Hell seemed afraid and did not continue.

The Devil Lord quickly understood. The turbidity in his eyes under the cloak grew darker. He changed the topic and spoke in a low voice.

“Master, do we need to make a new arrangement? More and more enemies will come to this city if we continue to wait like this and do nothing. We would no longer control the situation once we exceed the limit.”

“Even the lowly gods of the Orc God System dare to show themselves. Who knows what will happen next?”

“The earlier we act, the greater the initiative we have.”

He paused for a moment and organized his words afterward.

“The territory of the Grace Mainland Overlord is in the desert of death. The other party is the key if it is what fate says. His territory must contain many secrets.”

“Master, please give the order.”

A Devil Lord turned his head stiffly when he heard this, his tone filled with delight.