[201-400] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 310: The Birth of the King

‘Bang!’

The lava that constantly exploded splashed up dozens of meters high. It was like cold water poured into a pot of oil.

It was hot and crazy.

The red mountain slowly sank into the lava.

The pressure in the sky got increasingly soul-ripping, and the flying troops could no longer take off.

No one could escape once the lava submerged them.

The rules.

Richard was in a frenzy.

The sand around him was like the most violent hurricane. It constantly tore apart the enemies in front of him.

“Only one victor in this death match!

“The others would all turn bones.”

There were no exceptions.

A few heroes noticed the rapid change in the situation. They had also used all their might to attack.

Alves charged forward on the ground. It engaged in a close-range battle.

Xina’s hands incessantly waved the broken steel longsword.

The moment Gunter’s magic power recovered, the magic in its hands immediately surged out.

Renee’s Spatial Movement caused a series of blood-colored lights to appear.

Everyone had gone mad from killing.

There was only one goal. And that was to clear all the enemies in front of them.

‘Boom! Boom!’

A violent sound rang out, and the ground split open.

‘Puchi!’

Lava spurted out from the cracks.

The square could not hold on any longer.

This crack divided the death arena fighting ring into one-third of its area.

It was like a power forcefully tore a round pancake.

Lava flowed out of the irregular cracks.

The troops in the shattered zone immediately jumped over the death rift and came to the blood throne.

The next second.

A massive change occurred.

The broken square was like a rock soaked in the lake. With a series of bubbles, it sank into the lava.

The troops that had not managed to escape in time were burned alive.

It was soul-crashing.

When they saw this scene, the atmosphere in the troops froze for a moment before they immediately fell into an even greater frenzy.

The players could no longer care about anything else. They hysterically ordered the troops to attack.

“Attack at all costs!”

They were ultimately unwilling to be eliminated in such a cowardly manner.

Even if one had to die, it had to be on the battlefield!

Richard’s eyes grew colder.

Three hundred troops against nearly 30,000 enemy soldiers!

They fought one against a hundred to this extent. Everyone was already like an oiless lamp.

The pressure exhausted their magic powers countless times.

The players’ troops were not pigs waiting for the butcher to slaughter them. Instead, heroism led them, and magic supported them. They did not fear death.