Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 1150 629: The Final Battle, the Beginning of a New Era [5/12]

The gods of the Good and Lawful Faction lost their minds in an instant, unleashing desperate assaults without a care for their lives. Their sole aim was to rescue the Sun God.

The Sun God's form unleashed boundless scorching heat and intense temperatures as it fiercely struggled to escape the bindings.

Yet the god's ancient tree stood firm against the Main God's strikes and the Sun God's fierce counterattacks.

The abomination's power locked the Sun God's body in place, pinning it firmly to the earth. Even as it transformed into streams of flame and molten lava, every effort to break free proved utterly pointless.

Beneath the eyes of all, the Sun God's resistance grew feebler by the second, while a sinister deathly pallor began to spread across his form.

Crimson veins bulging on his surface turned pitch black, overrun by countless creeping roots in a horrifying display.

At last! The blazing heat gave way to icy chill.

Treebeard snuffed out the Sun God's existence.

This legendary deity, etched in endless tales, finally perished.

The god's ancient tree's aura surged powerfully once more, drawing vital essence from the Sun God's blood and flesh as nourishment.

With the fall of the first master god, the gods' war plunged into a brutal new phase.

Grief hurled the Good and Lawful Faction's gods into utter frenzy!

Their explosive barrages turned savagely ferocious, with warriors charging fearlessly toward death!

The gore-soaked chaos drove the remaining gods to abandon all restraint. They unleashed their full fury, clashing like cornered beasts in fights to the death!

Yet none of it halted Richard and his allies.

Beneath the stunned stares of billions watching the live stream, Windsor ripped two baboon heads from Demon Prince Demogorgon. Her crescent moon-shaped scepter stabbed through the Darkness Goddess's chest and sliced off eight limbs from Spider Goddess Lolita.

The god's ancient tree crushed the Light Goddess beneath its roots. This blow shattered the Justice God's arm while shadows devoured the Dawn Lord.

Richard demolished the Lion God's body, wrenched off the Murloc God's tail, and blasted out the Furnace God's eyes.

Three fighters, wielding vastly different powers, dominated every front across their battlegrounds at the same time.

The deadly desert's might and the Eternal Land's power shrouded Solan City. This severed all external connections, trapping the gods completely under Richard's command.

Now, they couldn't draw on outside magic. Reinforcements were impossible. They battled solely with their weakened strength.

The fallout from this historic clash of gods reduced glorious Solan City to devastation. It mirrored the wreckage from hundreds of thousands of colossal bulldozers!

The audience watched the century's greatest battle in breathless suspense, eyes glued wide.

In surging waves of energy and under players' watchful eyes, Windsor cleaved Spider Goddess Lolita's body apart, extinguishing the arachnid deity's life.

Abomination tree roots pulverized the Dawn God. Richard stripped every immortal trait from the Elf God using his Desert Authority. Gods tumbled one by one before their gaze.

World Power rejected the gods! It channeled boundless strength to those aiding the blessed Grace Mainland Overlord. The world shielded the New Era's forger.

Desert Authority and Eternal Land barricaded Solan City—a prison for divinities where absent authority plunged their power to its nadir.

This forged unity among the humans. Despite sharing godly foes, they had fractured before—plotting betrayals, forcing allies ahead while lurking for gains, or fleeing at danger's hint, dreaming of escape.

In stark contrast, Richard and his comrades pursued one unyielding purpose: obliterate every enemy in view.

With time, terrain, and allies aligned perfectly, this legendary conflict would soon fade to quiet.

After an indeterminable span, Solan City's sky dust settled gradually, as heavy clouds parted slowly.

The war neared its conclusion.

Shattered walls littered the landscape. Scattered debris of stone and timber lay everywhere. Not a single structure stood unscathed.

Mangled corpses and severed limbs entangled in a vision of earthly hell.

Only scant godly silhouettes endured.

Blood drenched Shar, the Darkness Goddess, as she hovered weakly in the air. Some force had shredded half her black robe.

Windsor obliterated Demon Prince Demogorgon along with its two baboon heads. Nothing remained but a mangled, headless, bloodied corpse clinging to existence.

The Light Goddess's sacred energy had halved, and she leaned on a crumbled wall just to stay aloft.

The Elf God stood with a shattered arm and scars riddling his body. The Dwarf God had nearly lost his sight. He glanced around to see scarcely any figures still upright on the battlefield.

Windsor's presence had plummeted to an icy nadir. She channeled her strength to pin down the remains of each fallen god, warding off potential mishaps. This effort had left her completely drained in that instant.

The god's ancient tree bore scars of every size. It resembled nothing more than ground meat. The divine power shrouding its form restrained its mighty regenerative powers. Regaining strength anytime soon would prove immensely challenging.

In stark opposition, Richard—who started as the biggest underdog—now merely gasped raggedly, his body untouched by any wounds.

This sight stood in sharp relief against the gods' wretched conditions.

The live stream chat exploded with noise once again from this spectacle.

"Hahaha, what did I say? Boss Qingqiu is the eternal god! What bullshit gods—they're all trash!"