Global Lords: Start as a Desert Lord

Solan City, Desert Church.

Li Cha watched the number of live broadcast rooms of favored people drop from 100,000 to less than 1,000, and then slowly closed the forum.

With an inexplicable expression, he got up and came to the window, looked up at the sky covered by the Pegasus knight, and did not move for a long time.

The cruelty of this war did not exceed his expectations, but in the eyes of other players, it was too cruel.

Obtaining the favor of the will of the world does not mean having a future, but rather the beginning of despair.

That is authority! As long as you can get it, you can control the power of the gods. Who can refuse this temptation?

Although players carry the future, who knows what the new era will look like?

Compared with the illusory future, the power that can be controlled at this moment is obviously more attractive!

Having said that, even the aborigines who know that there will be an infinite future and light after the opening of the new era will not be soft-hearted when they take action to snatch the authority.

No one can resist the temptation of authority, no!

As the only hope, there are still three to four billion viewers watching in Li Cha's live broadcast room.

The audience didn't know what Li Cha was thinking, they could only accompany him from his perspective, staring at the sky through the window.

After the fate of all people became one, news began to circulate. Where is Li Cha and what is going on, there are players collecting it all the time.

Twilight City is being attacked by an army of demons, and Solan City is not much better.

The undead's skull sea tactics almost collapsed this giant city known as the desert of death.

If the Goddess of Light and the God of the Sun hadn't sent priests from their own sects to help them, under the restraint of nature, they could hinder the advance of the undead, and this city would have become the territory of the undead at this moment.

The audience in the live broadcast room watched Li Cha not move for a long time, feeling inexplicably complicated.

No one thought that their fate would be pinned on each other one day.

If the opening of the new era fails, the God Lord will be liquidated by the gods. They cannot bear the consequences of failure.

The barrage began to gather.

"The entire northwest of Shanxi is in chaos, why has Qingqiu stayed here and didn't go out?"

"His territory has been attacked by devils all the time. Why is he so leisurely? I can't figure it out at all."

"Didn't there be a post saying that Solan City is being attacked by undead? Mr. Richard is not trapped in Solan City, is he?"

Most of the audience looked at the calm Li Cha and couldn't understand it.

Why is Twilight City being attacked so intensely by the demon army, and it may be broken at any time, and he is still leisurely, without the slightest sense of anxiety

It seemed that the storm that plunged the whole world into chaos could not affect the figure shrouded in yellow sand.

Time continued to pass.

On January 11th, half of the 10-day deadline had passed, and the number of surviving patrons plummeted to just over 100 on that day.

The player's pessimistic mood spread further.

The system prompt is clearly hung on the notification bar, even the most conscientious person cannot ignore the suffocating pressure.

No one wants to die.

Especially after the other patrons faced the army of aborigines and tried their best to resist it, the panic in their hearts was even higher.

Many people have put all their hopes on Li Cha.

Although there are still more than a hundred people, most of those favored are not from powerful territories, but are in remote areas, and have not been discovered yet.

But who can be sure that these people will never be discovered?

Also on the same day, under strong pressure, there were many warning posts on Li Cha on the forum.

"Boss Qingqiu must see it. I just got the news that the Murloc God has infiltrated Solan City!"

"Urgent report!! The seven surviving gods of the swamp gods have already left for the desert of death. The target is Boss Qingqiu!"

"Who can contact Boss Qingqiu? Tell him quickly, the God of Assassins is issuing hunting orders to believers! Boss Qingqiu's name is at the top of the list!"

These warning posts made the atmosphere on the forum more dignified, and everyone could clearly feel that a storm was approaching.

No one can survive this crisis alone.

What made the players even more anxious was the news from the players in Solan City - for some reason, Richard had been alone in the desert church and had no contact with any players.

These warning messages from them cannot be delivered to the other party through normal means at all.

Even if many people wanted to pass on the news of seeking an audience through the guards, they were ruthlessly rejected.

This suffocated the already cohesive atmosphere, and everyone watched helplessly as the situation gradually slipped into the abyss without help.

I was so anxious that I wanted to lift Li Cha's head to see what he was thinking.

Fortunately, on the afternoon of the 11th, a piece of news made the players excited as if they had grasped a life-saving straw.

The El Players Association sent out a call-up order—calling players to the El plane to support Twilight City and fight against demons together.

This is not the key point, the key point is that the summoning order was issued by Li Cha himself!

At a time when people were panicking, this summoning order that would normally make players scoff at them calmed down their minds.

This shows that the situation is not out of control, and Qingqiu knows what's going on outside!

At the moment, a large number of players began to go to the plane of El through the teleportation array that has not been destroyed, or dispatched their heroes to lead the army to support.

Although there are many people who are unwilling to go because of luck or fear of death, there are also a large number of players whose chests are cold and bloody, and they don't want to sit and wait for death!

Even if you fail in the end and die on the battlefield, you don't want to sit at home and wait for others to pronounce your fate. It is ten thousand times better to die in battle than to be a wimp at home! !

After ten days of war, the army of hell has almost exhausted the power of Twilight City. The ← west and ↑ north walls have been destroyed by magic for a hundred meters long.

These two city walls have gone from offensive and defensive battles to bloody battles of bare hands.

The demigod-level devil lord Bayer who was in charge of the command had already seen the dawn of victory.

But just as the city was crumbling, the situation changed again. Countless new forces surged out from the space gate in the center of Twilight City.

Although the level and potential of these troops are average, the defense line that was about to collapse with its fierce posture and exaggerated numbers has been stabilized again.

The offensive of the devil's army was once again blocked.

Bayer watched this scene, and the flames of hell burning on his body almost exploded to a height of 100 meters.

His face became extremely ugly.

Countless times, he wanted to lead the army to charge and destroy the city completely, but the looming aura of abomination made the courage in his chest crushed, and he could only stand far enough away from the city of twilight Silent.

On the 12th, there are still 4 days left before the deadline.

The emotions of the audience in the live broadcast room fluctuated again.

Because today, only 35 of the 100,000 favored people remain.

That's right, 35 people!

At this time, there are still 4 days before the deadline!

In normal times, 4 days pass in the blink of an eye, but in the context of this moment, every second feels like a century, and 4 days is too long.

Especially those favored people who were killed by the aborigines or the gods were the presidents of the grand guild, and the top players made all the players feel powerless.

The most elite force among them seemed so small and weak in the face of the aboriginal forces.

According to the current situation, it is almost impossible to rely on these 35 people to survive these few days.

And the players who pinned their hopes on Li Cha also felt great fear as more and more warning messages informed that gods had entered Solan City.

Qingqiu can still deal with one or two gods, but this number has risen to double digits? Or more?

As the other players were strangled, in the end the eyes of all the gods would focus on Li Cha.

At that time, how can he stop it?

As long as Li Cha is killed, the rule of the gods can continue again, and everything will continue as usual.

The gods, the vested interests who have obtained the power of the favored at this moment, the high-ranking nobles who had great power before, the forces that rely on sects to survive, and even some forces that are unwilling to change the status quo will all participate.

Not everyone wants the new era to come. New things mean uncertainty and change. The ruling class is the class most afraid of change.

The players are worried, and the gods who sneaked into Solan City also have the same emotion at this moment.

After tasting the supreme authority, no one is willing to lose power and become a poor thing whose fate is manipulated by others.

All the gods are secretly observing every move of the favored. Although they cannot watch the live broadcast, players can have spies who betray their own camp at any time.

Either lure or coercion or coercion, some players, whether voluntary or involuntary, have become the eyeliner of gods or powerful forces, watching every move of the favored person for them.

Otherwise, it is impossible for 100,000 players to be wiped out so quickly to only a few dozen, and the scourge of traitors is endless.

But the desert church seems to be isolated naturally, and the gods can't find out the specific situation inside, they can only roughly perceive Richard's breath.

As the 10-day mark approached, an undercurrent began to surge around the desert church.

Believers who come to worship and pray can obviously feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere, but due to the problem of perspective, they can't go deeper, so they can only pray to their faith more devoutly.

On January 12th, there were only three days left, and there were only 9 live broadcast rooms left.

From the initial excitement, to the later worry, to despair, the player has become suffocated at this moment.

That kind of psychological oppression is getting worse day by day.

Every second that time passes, the pressure from the end point is further, which cannot be described in words.

It felt like watching the countdown to my own life.

The only thing that keeps them from giving up now is the Twilight City that is still holding on!

Although the demon's offensive was still violent and crazy, the Twilight City was like a nail firmly nailed to the ground.

No matter how it attacks, it cannot be shaken.

But this crazy offensive caused large pieces of shattered walls on all four sides of Twilight City. The city has entered the stage of naked hand-to-hand combat.

Changes are possible all the time.

And once the territory falls, those who should be favored will automatically lose their qualifications.

Nothing can happen to the favored person himself or the territory.

The rigid rules of the system prevent players from taking advantage of loopholes and can only resist head-on.

In the live broadcast room, seeing Li Cha who was still in the desert church, many viewers were about to collapse.

"Brother Qingqiu, what's the situation? Are you still going out? Dozens of gods have entered Solan City!! This is going to be a fucking big deal!!"

"I can't understand Qingqiu's thoughts at all now, saying that he knows nothing about the outside world, and he even knows how to issue a summoning order, saying that he knows that the situation is critical, and he has no reaction to the arrival of the gods at all. What do you want to do?"

"There are still the last three days, Brother Qingqiu, please go out and hide, run to the plane of El, and go anywhere. Staying with a group of gods, this nima's scalp is numb just thinking about it !"

The player's reaction reached its peak at noon on the 12th, when the five undead lords entered Solan City together.

The Lord of Undead did not sneak in, but directly flew into Solan City from the sky on a bone dragon, and finally landed on the square in front of the desert church.

The unscrupulous appearance, coupled with the army of undead still attacking outside the city, made everyone's hearts shrouded in heavy haze.

Something is wrong!

The news spread to the forum, and after being confirmed by many parties, it immediately caused an uproar.

Li Cha's live broadcast room was completely covered by dense bullet screens.

"Who the hell can contact Boss Qingqiu and tell him to run away!! My legs are so soft now, I don't want to die!!"

"What should I do? There are so many gods?! Could it be that Boss Qingqiu's territory can withstand the attack of the devil, but he himself will be damaged outside? Don't!!"

"I can't think of how this situation can be broken! As far as I know, the gods who entered Solan City include the swamp gods, the sea gods, the elf gods, and the dwarf gods. There are 23 gods in total.

"Plus the god of the sun, the goddess of light, and the evil god of the abyss, the demon lord of hell, and now there are five undead kings. This kind of situation, unless the god of creation comes, who can stop it? Fuck!!"

After the barrage analysis, the audience's mood became more and more pessimistic.

Qingqiu is strong and perverted, but he has to be compared with whom!

Compared with them, the opponent is naturally invincible, even if the opponent is a certain god, they have enough confidence in him!

But this time, the gods of the entire "Glory Era" are here, and Nima even played a g8! !

Not to mention being able to survive these three days, if all these gods took action, it would be considered a miracle even if it lasted three hours.

Even the most optimistic player fell silent in the face of this situation. Looking at the figure in the live broadcast room who was still looking up at the sky, covered by yellow sand, he didn't know what to say.

Faced with this situation, anyone, even any god, has no solution to this situation.

It seems normal for the opponent to fail, but it seems nonsense to win.

That's it, is it over?

Silence, lamentation, lamentation, despair. Countless emotions flow in the player's heart, but hope is missing.

Li Cha didn't know the ups and downs of the players' emotions at the moment. After the Undead Lord unabashedly landed outside the desert church on a bone dragon, he slowly turned around and stared at the five deadly people through the wall. Lord of the Undead.

Under the incomprehensible gaze of the audience in the live broadcast room, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his dark and deep eyes showed an expression that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

Like a hunter hiding in the dark, seeing the prey he was still looking forward to.

After waiting for so long, finally. Enough is enough.