Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start

Chapter 211: Chapter 182: Prodigious Harvest, Comfortable [2/2]

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

After Richard took a few deep breaths, he calmed his agitated mood.

He opened the evil god’s power attribute panel.

Unexpectedly, the information was quite a few.

[Evil God’s Power (1 drop)]

[Level: Divine]

[Description: The divine power condensed by the evil god.]

There were only these few lines of simple information. It did not explain how to use it like the holy dragon’s blood.]

However, this did not affect Richard’s joy.

The pressure just now had explained everything.

Moreover, the treasure was in his hands now. There would be plenty of opportunities to study how to use it in the future.

‘Perhaps, the evil god’s power is similar to the holy dragon’s blood, and it can also increase the power in my body?’

This thought flashed through his mind. He was not interested in using the only drop of evil god’s power to try.

He withdrew his scattered thoughts and looked at the Dark Temple in front of him.

“Gunter, did you find any other treasures inside?”

Gunter nodded.

“There are four prodigious treasure chests under the evil god statue. We haven’t opened them yet.

“In the corner, we found two troop lairs…”

Richard’s eyes amply gleamed. They had gained a lot.

“Take me there.”

Gunter immediately led the way.

They came to the Dark Temple and looked around. Nine broken stone pillars lay around.

At the outermost part of the temple were the bones of a few giant axe death knights.

After Richard did not sense any danger, he stepped on the cracked steps and entered the temple.

The ground was full of broken grayish-black octopus tentacles. Sharp teeth covered the tentacles, and sticky black mucus shrouded the grounds. It was sarcastically nauseous.

A foul smell assailed his nostrils as if he had walked into a garbage heap fermented for more than ten days.

At the end of the hall, the Twilight City troops stood guard around a collapsed statue.

Richard frowned and controlled the sand to float up.

He landed in front of the statue from mid-air.

At this time, the dark gargoyle moved out of the way, revealing the four golden treasure chests behind it.

Although dust starkly cloaked the treasure chests, they were equally attractive.

Richard opened his attribute panel and was slightly disappointed to find they were not the treasure chests he had imagined.

He waved his hand and controlled the sand to open the golden treasure chests.

Suddenly, a light flashed.

Various rare resources appeared in the treasure chests.

A type of resource filled the four treasure chests and one of the treasure chests.

Richard immediately smiled when he saw this.

What a guy. He ultimately had everything he needed.

Not bad. This evil god was ultimately engrossing. This time, he would not drag your statue into the toilet.

After he happily put it away, the four resources on the interface increased by 3,000 units each.

[Current rare resources — gem: 7,300, crystal: 6,000, sulfur: 6,000: mercury: 6,000]

The corners of Richard’s mouth curled up.

“High-level maps indeed hide treasures.”

He could finally start constructing those few blueprints with these resources in his hands.

It was so comfortable.

“Where are the trooplairs you found?”

When he followed the guidance of an undead soldier of the Axe of the Dead, he immediately saw two inconspicuous stone statues in the corner.

He went forward to take a look.

[Ankham Temple Guard Statue]

[Level: Rare 3-stars]

[Characteristics: Can recruit temple guards of Ankham]

[Requirements: followers of Ankham, 10 units of gemstones, 10 units of crystals, 10 units of sulfur, and 10 units of mercury]

No wonder they prepared so many rare resources for recruiting these troops.

However, Richard lost interest after a few glances.

“Only followers of the evil god Ankham could use this thing to recruit members.

“I had already killed that bullsh*t Ankham once.”

Even though the divine power was in his hands, have faith among them… Just ask him, “Are you worthy?”

He chose to destroy.

The next second, the statue in front of him shattered, and two miniature troop lairs appeared.

If he wanted to recruit next time, he would have to re-expend resources to build them.

However, it was useless to build them. If one weren’t a follower of the evil god, one wouldn’t be able to recruit them either.

These two lairs could only be nourishment for him to upgrade the other troop lairs.

In this way, it didn’t seem to be a loss. After all, a rare-level troop lair required dozens of units of resources to cultivate.

After he had the troops check the surroundings a few more times and made sure there were no additional gains, Richard didn’t stay any longer. He took everyone and left the Dark Temple.

Outside, Gray had already gathered all the troops and piled stock of the casualties.

“Gray, how are the losses?”

Gray answered immediately.

“The nine monsters slaughtered all 51 of the bandaged mummies while they tried to delay them. None of them survived.”

“The enemies slaughtered 12 of the giant axe death knights. There are still 30 left.

“The enemies also slaughtered 8 of the scorpion warriors. There are still 50 left.

“They slaughtered 10 of the heavy sword warriors and left 20…”

“There are no casualties among the remaining troops.”

Richard was silent for a moment when he heard this.

He did not expect this almost certain temple would bring him such a massive loss.

He took a deep breath. He suppressed the pride that he had felt because of the recent smooth sailing.

He immediately began to reflect.

Although his current strength had increased massively compared to before. Richard was still cardinally frail in this world that had existed for countless eras.

Perhaps, compared to other players, he was already strong enough.

However, in the mortal plane, any power could have existed for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

This inconspicuous relic has such terrifying power, those aboriginal forces, he was afraid they were too powerful to speak.

In the future, they would need to be even more careful.

This world was still cosmically voluminous, and Twilight City still had a long way to go.

Accumulating grain, digging deep holes, and slowly becoming a king — this was a famous saying.

Right now, the main goal first was to farm and develop and further enrich Twilight City’s foundation.

While Richard thought of this, his thoughts gradually returned to clarity.

Previously, due to the storyline, he had been able to call the wind and summon the rain. But now, in the face of this naked loss, he had regained his rationality.

“Fortunately, although we lost a lot of troops this time, the gains were not small.”

He silently calculated.

First was the ancient god statue.

This unique treasure could nurture a powerful soul.

Before he broke the statue, this soul was unkillable.

What was eminently unusual was that they fed the evil statue flesh and blood to make it stronger.

Just thinking about it made one understand the meaning behind it.

In the future, Twilight City would probably have a superlatively frantic battle strength.

Just this harvest alone was worth ten times today’s losses.

Second, divine power.

Although there was only one drop, it was enough to call it a treasure because it was a power that only gods could gather.

He did not want to face that earth-shattering pressure again.

He had a strong feeling.

If those NPCs knew about this treasure, it would cause a colossal sensation.

Third, two rare-level troops, and four rare-level resources, every 3000 units.

Although they could not recruit these two troops’ lairs, these things were rare-level.

He needed to spend more than 500,000 resources. Two rare-level lairs were worth millions of resources to upgrade from ordinary to rare-level troops.

The next time he upgraded the Axe of the Dead or the dark gargoyle to glorious-level, he would save millions of units of resources.

And the four rare-level resources were items that he urgently needed.

The total amount of resources in the four boxes reached 1,200 units. It was a prodigious sum of money.

Whether it was the blueprints in his hands or the restoration of the extraordinary hunter, they all had a prodigious demand for rare-level resources.

Richard rubbed his chin. When he thought about it, annihilating this enemy seemed to have gained so much. It was simply a tremendous profit.

How many resources did it take to recruit this little troop?

For a moment, most of the unhappy feelings in his heart disappeared.

If there were such a business in the future, Richard would have to do it even if he had to sell everything.