Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 1151 629: The Final Battle, the Beginning of a New Era [6/12]

"Gods are crap! Boss Qingqiu is unbeatable!"

"Starting today, Qingqiu is my dad!"

"Hahaha, we made it through alive!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Prior to the battle's start, nobody dreamed Richard could smash every god and dominate the field in this desperate fight!

These deities ruled the "Shining Era" for endless ages! Over a hundred existed! Several sovereigns lurked among them too!

Though a force had seized their core authority, level 30 demigod might remained theirs!

Annihilating every god in one go—who could rival that?

Richard soared to the top in every player's heart!

The surviving Overgods turned ashen. Eyes brimmed with despair and resentment.

Like the players, the gods never foresaw the despised Richard slamming them down and grinding their faces invincible-style!

Asmodeus, Sun God, Dawn God—all slain. Hold on, hold on.

The Grace Mainland Overlord and allies cut down each powerful entity.

Rage, terror, and tangled indescribable feelings churned within his chest.

Such a conclusion was unacceptable to anyone.

Gods they were!

Even stripped of authority, none could defy their majesty!

Yet the foe now stomped their faces and crushed them mercilessly.

Powerless to act, that rage burned fiercer.

In their minds, they mourned and howled.

Richard let boundless desert energy refill his form once more. He charged forward without pause. No breather for the gods.

Time to finish it all.

Yellow sand stormed toward her, prompting the Darkness Goddess to glance back at nearby wounded gods. Irony struck her deeply.

On New Era's brink, death by Grace Mainland Overlord's hand never crossed their minds.

Incredible how these puny ant-lives grew unseen to heaven-devouring heights.

Remaining gods spotted Richard's renewed assault. Faces twisted as they braced to counter.

Yet fate rendered it futile.

'Puchi!'

Sand waves rushed by. Chest agony hit the Darkness Goddess. Desert's grand might flooded her, locking her essence and shattering her soul.

Holy glow on Light Goddess faded to void amid sand corrosion. Her form withered swiftly like dry straw.

Lolita missing limbs aplenty, body cracked wide. Eyes dimmed while she raged and bellowed curses.

Spirit God and Dwarf God froze in place. Last sovereigns toppled sequentially in the sandstorm.

Darkness Goddess's life force ebbed; eyes shut. No god stood on the battlefield anymore.

The world-fate war concluded.

Surge of yellow sand reconverged, placing Richard amid vast wreckage.

Silence blanketed the world now. Wind's soft whisper over structures was audible.

Eternal Land loomed overhead, upheld by World Tree. Sky-spanning boughs gleamed verdant.

Ground held building rubble. Shattered city told the tale.

Immense sand wall towered cloudward, immovable.

Godly corpses sprawled at his feet.

All else faded to background. Richard alone dominated this realm.

Ancient's ruin birthed a fresh legend.

This vista etched eternally like steel into players' souls. Ages on, it shone as prime myth.

Richard needed ages to recover wits. Deep breath drawn, he turned aside. Windsor mirrored in his eyes, bloodied and drained.

Mouth corners lifted faintly; gaze soft and clear, sparked by some memory.

Crimson Lord, slayer of scores of evil gods, beheld the grinning handsome visage and beamed radiantly.

Gazes locked then.

Victory theirs!

He claimed it all!

Never again! Joy flooded Windsor when peril surged from her depths. Back pores flared in frantic alert.

'Danger! Deadly peril!'

Too swift the warning. Before response, sand-veiled form intercepted, shielding her utterly from threat.

'Puchi!'

Gemstone scepter unleashed infinite power, spearing the sand-cloaked figure. Immense force hammered her frame.

Blood gushed from his mouth.

His form hurtled back wild.

The excruciating pain coursing through his body snapped Windsor awake in an instant. As he hurtled backward through the air, he glimpsed the yellow sand figure that had barred his path earlier. The scepter had stabbed clean through its chest.

His pupils shrank abruptly. The visions he had beheld in the River of Destiny now overlapped vividly.

"Lord Richard…"

Remorse and torment saturated his voice. His eyes grew bloodshot.

Richard clutched the spellcaster in one hand without turning around.

He locked eyes on the figure before him, which exuded a profoundly sinister aura, while his own voice came out rasping.

"Asmodeus…"

Right from the start, the god's ancient tree had shredded this devil to pieces.

'You didn't die!'

With a sidelong glance, he eyed the god's ancient tree. He couldn't tell exactly when, but the severed limb the foe had bound with roots was already gone.