[401-600] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 592: The Crimson Moon Shattered, the Ancient Ones Awakened, and the Twi

Windsor waved her hand and did not wait for Richard to respond.

The space in front of her rippled like water.

Richard looked over.

A scene of a bird’s eye view from the sky appeared.

Players watched on the screen above a magnificent city. Countless angels, giant eagles, pegasi, and griffins attacked.

One couldn’t see the troops on the ground. There were innumerable of them in the sky.

A sea of soldiers fired arrows at the city walls that towered into the clouds.

The archer and magic towers behind the city wall also launched attacks simultaneously.

Countless troops would fall for each second.

The archers shot the enemies to death like ants.

The scene paused for a moment before it grew higher. The battlefield continued until the figures below were as small as ants.

Richard took a few deep breaths. He could not suppress the rise and fall of emotions in his heart. He turned to look at Windsor. Her elegant temperament was still admirable.

Her gaze became a little complicated.

No one could have imagined that the top-tier boss controlling this faction collision would be such a disaster.

Butler Karu said respectfully.

“Her Excellency Chairman Windsor, why didn’t the gods enter the Crimson Moon?”

Windsor narrowed her eyes. She didn’t look at Karu, but at Richard.

“The Crimson Moon is the starting point of the great ancient ones’ revival. The only outcome for the gods who enter it is. A force stripped their power off.”

“It’s not that they don’t want to enter, but they couldn’t.”

Richard nodded slightly, and the troop that guarded the city in the picture was at ease.

“These troops are all remnants of the ancient days?”

Windsor shook her head.

“No, these soldiers are all warriors who died on the Crimson Moon.”

“I temporarily revived them.”

“They can only exist on the Crimson Moon.”

“They will return to nothingness after three months even if no enemy attacks.”

Her face revealed a hint of coldness as she spoke.

“Those false gods know all of this… However, they don’t dare to take the risk.”

Richard’s eyes narrowed.

“Why?”

“Because the Twilight Gods begin from the Crimson Moon!”

Windsor’s expression turned indifferent.

“How can the gods who have seen the fragments of fate be willing to wait for fate to judge them?”

“They will fight to the death for their last hope.”

Her tone sounded solemn at this point.

She spoke word by word.

“But it was their cooperation that allowed the Twilight Gods to open so smoothly.”

“The lives of the Mortal Plane are the world’s power and rules. Several lives have fallen in the Crimson Moon.”