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



Jake immediately saw a few familiar figures when he stepped into the hill. 

He waved his hand and shouted a few times.

A few immediately turned around in surprise and rushed to his side.

"Jake, I thought something happened to you. Why haven't you returned soon? What took you so long?"

Jake responded loudly.

"I went out to look for food!"

Pride engulfed his eyes.

"I found enough mushrooms that we could eat for three months in a fog-shrouded swamp!"

He prepared to hear his friends and surrounding people's praises and admiration after he said he thought good news.

He waited for a while and was stunned to find no one cared.

'What was going on?'

Doubts engulfed his thoughts. His companions beside him lowered their voices and said, "Jake, don't speak so loudly in the holy land of the new Eternal City."

Confusion flooded Jake's face. "When did this place become a holy land?"

"But, I found food…"

"We understand. Prepare to welcome the arrival of the great messenger, the evil spreader."

"That food…"

"The great messenger has already provided us with food. He had filled up ten caves! We no longer run scarce of food!"

Jake was stunned when he heard this.

"Who is the great messenger?

"Why would he give us so much precious food?"

"Who is the great messenger? The great messenger was the oracle of the Ancient Tree of Darkness Sect!! He is a believer of the great god, a great figure who gives hope and help to our Blackfeather Tribe!!"

The more he listened, the more confused he became.

Just as he was about to ask in confusion, his companion beside him was already impatient. He pulled him towards the center. He did not give him a chance to speak.

"You will know when the oracle comes."

An explosive boom echoed in the middle of the hill. One has tied a hollow stone on it. On the other side was an iron piece tied with a hemp rope made of tree bark. One gently pushed the iron piece. That produced a sound.

At this moment, a figure taller than an ordinary person knocks on a rock.

A crisp sound rang out in waves.

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The tall black-feathered man stopped.

The moment the voice fell, a commotion immediately sounded.

"Great Patriarch, the mighty Great Messenger, we beg for your presence!"

"Today is the day."

"Why don't I see the great messenger?"

"I can't wait to listen to the teachings of the Ancient Tree of Darkness Sect…"

The leader of the Blackfeather Tribe looked at the excited crowd. He extended his hand and pressed down.

When his voice calmed down a little, he warmly said, "The Great Messenger of the gods, Lord Zarok, has arrived."

"Kneel and welcome the Great Oracle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the black-feathered people knelt and shouted.

"O Great Messenger of the Ancient Tree of Darkness Sect, a believer eternally loyal to the Ancient Tree God, we welcome your arrival!"

The waves of fanatical calls hurled.

'Whoosh!'

The sky suddenly darkened.

An undead dragon that burned with crimson flames flew out from the other side of the hill.

'Roar!'

The undead dragon roared at the sky.

A terrifying Dragon Might surged out like a tsunami.

The black-feathered people, whose average level was only level 5, immediately felt the pressure that penetrated deep into their souls.

That was the pressure of a high-level dough against a low-level life form, and one could not be immune to it.

The undead dragon soared in the sky, swooped down, and landed in the center.

In the next moment, the humongous creature crouched down.

A tall figure stepped down from behind.

At this moment, the eyes of all the black-feathered people became excited.

"Great Messenger of the gods. He had arrived!"

Jake raised his head and saw a terrifying three-meter-tall being. It had the upper body of a human and wore a dark brown priest robe.

He held a pure Holy Black Book in his hand. It emitted waves of magical fluctuations and a mysterious aura.

His face looked like a person who was on the verge of death from suffering. It was hideous and terrifying. His evil rune-engraved skin sent chills down one's spine.

The lower half of his body made Jake feel suffocated. It was the opposite of a human body–a spider, yes, a spider!

The eight limbs pierced into the ground like sharp blades, with large patches of fine fur that grew on them.

The tough bone armor wrapped around its body. Three rows of uneven barbs grew from its head to its back. That gave off a strange and brutal feeling.

Just from its appearance, it immediately gave off an exaggerated sense of oppression.

And that pair of scarlet eyes made its deterrence increase tenfold!

Brutality and murderous intent filled its pair of eyes.

It was evil, chaotic, brutal, and bloodthirsty. The aura of all dark lifeforms spread out from his body.

Evil and darkness passed.

This extremely evil existence that made people's hearts tremble gave people an inexplicable sense of holiness. That was incredibly surprising.

It was sacred and inviolable.

The two strange auras colluded. Jake couldn't describe his feelings.

He turned to look at his companion beside him and said in a low voice, "This is the great god? He could…could it bring hope to the Blackfeather Tribe?"

His companions said sternly, "The Ancient Tree of Darkness Sect came to save us. It is also the foundation and could enrich our faith. Jake, wait and see how the great god will unleash his power!!"

Jake stared at his companion's burning gaze. He was somewhat at a loss. Did the Ancient Tree of Darkness Sect have such powerful strength?