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

Chapter 627: The Last Hunt

A figure appeared in Solan City, Desert Church.

Richard watched as the number of the stream of the favored dropped from 100,000 to less than 1,000. He slowly closed the forum.

He stood up and walked to the window with a puzzled expression. Pegasus knights shrouded the sky. He looked up and did not move for a long time.

The cruelty of this war did not exceed his expectations. It was cruel to the eyes of the players.

The World Power’s favor did not mean having a future. Instead, it was the beginning of despair.

That was authority! As long as he could obtain it, he could control the power of the gods. Who could resist such temptation?

The players carried the future, but who knew what the New Era would be like?

The power one could control now was more tempting compared to the future!

They would not be lenient when they tried to snatch the authority even if the natives knew there would be unlimited future and light after the New Era began.

No one could resist the temptation of authority, no one!

Three to four billion viewers watched Richard’s stream as his only hope.

The audience did not know what Richard thought and could only follow his point of view and stare at the sky through the window.

That never unified everyone’s fate. News began to circulate. The players constantly reported Richard’s location and his experiences.

The demon troop attacked Twilight City. And Solan City didn’t do any better.

The undead’s sea of skeletons almost caused this giant city famous in the desert of death to collapse.

The city would have become the territory of the undead if it weren’t for the Light Goddess and the Sun God that priests sent out to help.

The viewers in the live stream watched as Richard did not move for a long time, and their emotions were inexplicably complicated.

They entrusted their fates one day to each other. No one had expected that.

The gods would punish the Grace Mainland Overlord if the New Era failed. They could not bear the consequences of failure.

The bullet comments started to become dense.

“The entire northwestern region of Jin is in chaos. Why is Qingqiu still here?”

“The demons incessantly attacked his territory. Why is he so relaxed? I can’t figure it out at all.”

“Isn’t there a post that said the undead attacked Solan City? Could Richard be trapped in Solan City?”

Most of the audience couldn’t understand Richard’s calm expression.

The demon troop continued to attack Twilight City at a high intensity and could fall anytime. Why was he still so relaxed and not anxious at all?

It was as if the storm that plunged the entire world into chaos could not affect the figure shrouded in yellow sand.

Time continued to pass.

On January 11th, more than half of the 10-day deadline had passed. The number of surviving Favored dropped to just over 100 on that day.

The pessimistic mood of the players spread even further.

They noticed the system notification on the notification board. Even the most ambitious person could not ignore the suffocating pressure.

No one wanted to die.