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

543 Chapter 386: Great Lord, This is the Dwarf’s Treasure. It Can Summon the Descent of My God [4/4]

The only pity was that this guy was a gray-colored dwarf.

‘What the f*ck.’

Brown said bitterly.

“Gregor is studying Terminator in the secret room. He said he must give Terminator life before coming out. Do you need me to call him over?”

Richard then remembered that the gray-colored dwarf chieftain had piloted Terminator. Blood-colored muscles wrapped the mechanical puppet when he had annihilated them.

After the defeat of the gray-colored dwarf, Gregor, the master alchemist, had said that he could bestow life upon the automaton, so he handed over the Terminator automaton to the gray-colored dwarf for research.

Richard did not expect this guy to have the look of a research maniac like Adele.

“Forget it. Ignore it.”

Richard glanced at the statue. He ground his teeth.

“Push this thing away.”

Brown said weakly.

“Lord, I suggest you keep it. The gray-colored dwarves enormously worship you. The security has been much better recently because your statute is a deterrent for them.

‘Was this a joke?

‘A statue could improve public security?’

However, he felt sparingly powerless when he saw Brown’s serious expression.

He really couldn’t understand the brain circuits of these dungeon creatures.

He waved his hand.

“Forget it. If it’s useful, then keep it.”

Out of sight, out of mind. Richard was too lazy to stay any longer.

He turned around and walked towards the city Lord’s mansion.

He asked as he walked.

“What’s up with that dwarf with the bloodline of the gods?

Brown followed closely behind and immediately responded.

“Those sacred-blood dwarves came to join us on their own accord. They claim that they have the blood of the dwarf god that flowed in their veins.

“Although I can’t tell they honestly have it, there’s one very suspicious thing. Those dwarves always insisted they never studied alchemy. But they are very proficient in it.

“I often ask them difficult alchemy questions. And they can answer them.

“I suspect that they might not only have the bloodline of a god, but they might also have obtained a high-level inheritance.”

Richard narrowed his eyes.

“Dwarf god, didn’t this god fall?”

He had records of the dwarf god among the mythological information he had collected…

Brown pursed his lips.

“Those stupid dwarves don’t think so. They still firmly believe in their legend. After the moon rises, it will resurrect the dwarf god…”

Richard’s nonchalant expression froze.

His gaze was like a knife as he stared coldly at Brown.

The voice carried a soul-devouring pressure.

“What legend?”

Brown was shocked. He didn’t understand why Richard had such a big reaction.

“It’s a legend that has circulated among the dwarves. I heard about it by accident. That’s what all the dwarves say. ”

“I mean… What was the rise of the moon? Do you know?”

Richard stared at him, enunciating each word.

“Is it the Crimson Moon?”

“Lord, this, this, I’m not sure…”

Brown felt an ancient dragon targeted him.

The terrifying pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

Bean-sized beads of sweat trickled down his forehead…

Richard slowly retracted his aura when he sensed Brown’s candor.

However, his expression was still cold.

“Bring the dwarves here immediately. Do not leave a single one of them!”

“Yes!”

Brown replied with a trembling voice. He did not even bother to wipe his sweat. He quickly turned around and led the surrounding soldiers to the dwarves’ encampment.

Richard arrived at the Lord’s mansion and sat on the golden throne in deep thought. He was motionless like a statue.

A series of messy footsteps came from afar after a long time.

The mechanical puppets escorted about forty dwarves into the hall after a dozen of breaths.

The average height of this race was between 1.3 to 1.4 meters. They were ugly and scary.

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The clothes they wore were also simple but mostly tattered. One could tell they weren’t okay based on their looks.

Rand Augustus, the old dwarf, immediately saw the figure of the throne after he entered the hall.

He immediately perked up.

He stepped forward and suppressed his heart while the other dwarves were still scared.

He knelt and bowed.

“Great Lord, the descendant of the dwarf god, Rand Augustus, sends you his most noble greetings. Thank you for meeting me.”

“No need for formalities.”

When he heard the other party’s voice, the old dwarf stood up shakily.

But at this moment, he still lowered his head and did not look.

That person was a mighty existence that flattened the underground world. The difference in status between them was too vast.

“I heard that you have the bloodline of a god. If that’s the case, why did you join me?”

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The old dwarf gritted his teeth and raised his head.

Only now did he see the figure on the golden throne vividly.

The man wore a black and red crown. His face was extraordinarily handsome. A dark black cape partly covered the throne and made him more mysterious.

The most remarkable impression on him was that pair of dark, deep eyes. They seemed to see through everything.

An aura of a king filled his temperament that made people tremble. It was as if the other party was a natural ruler and he was only worthy of kneeling.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before he spoke.

“Great existence, although the father’s blood flows in our bodies, the glory of the dwarves have already disappeared in the long river of time… We lost the ability to open the bloodline in our bodies.”

“Now, only a large amount of resources can reactivate our strength.

“No one is more merciful than you in the vast underground world. Loyalty to you is the only way out…

“You can give us hope.

He knelt on the ground again after he said that.

“Great Ruler, the gray-colored dwarf race is willing to offer our lives and souls eternally loyal to you.”

His heart tensed to the extreme as he spoke because the great ruler’s following words would determine their entire fate.

At this moment, he was like a criminal that sat in the defendant’s seat. He waited for the court to sentence him.

His mind was uneasy.

The words with a powerful sense of oppression sounded again afterward.

“Dwarf, how do you prove your identity?”

The old dwarf took a deep breath and looked up at the supreme king. He took out a blood-colored dwarf statue from his bosom with trembling hands.

“Great Ruler…It is the last treasure left by god our father to the dwarf race.”

Richard’s pupils constricted when he saw the statue.

His breathing became rapid.

That was… The aura of a god!

It couldn’t be a trick!

Just as he was about to open the system panel to check his attributes, the old dwarf’s words made him stand up from his throne.

“Before the father fell asleep, he had predicted the future. He would return on the rise of the Crimson Moon.

“And this treasure can summon the father to descend…”

“The Crimson Moon?”