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

852 Chapter 506: Beyond A-Rank Sacred-Blood Elderly Dwarf Hero [3/4]

“Yes, Lord!”

Karu looked at a town behind him.

“Lord, those sacred-blood dwarves… We’ve all gathered them back.”

Richard immediately perked wide-eyed.

The sacred-blood dwarves had joined his troop following Richard’s conquest of the underground world.

They even offered him the statue of the Dwarf God. That privileged him to obtain the top-notch existence of the Dwarf God.

These sacred-blood dwarves were the descendants of the Dwarf God, and each had a powerful divine bloodline. However, one hadn’t activated the power due to various reasons.

A force had sealed the Dwarf God’s powerful skills.

The Dwarf God statue was the key to unlocking the bloodline in their bodies.

However, the restriction required 1,000,000 rare resources to activate the Dwarf God statue and stimulate its primary function.

The declining dwarf could not afford this resource, so he vested hopes in Richard.

That was how Richard obtained the statue of the Dwarf God and other stories.

Now that the Dwarf God had awakened, it was time for these descendants with his bloodline to shine.

Twilight City was currently in dire need of high-end talents.

“Bring them to me.”

Butler Karu nodded, and the two young men beside him turned around to disseminate the order.

The two arrived with hundreds of nervous dwarves ten minutes afterward.

Surrounded in the center was the elderly dwarf chief, Rand.

The elderly dwarf chief took a deep breath and held his chest solemnly.

“Greetings, Lord Richard. Rand sends you his most noble greetings. May the desert bless you.”

The dwarves behind them all lowered their heads.

“Greetings, Lord Richard…”

Richard nodded and waved them off. He looked at the elderly dwarf with interest.

“Have you gained anything in the past two months in the underground world?”

Richard realized more treasures were in the underground world than what was on the surface following the development of the Black Sorbet.

The various food and magical plants inside might be of great use.

He sent these dwarves to the underground world to collect all kinds of magic plants, recipes, and so on before he activated the Dwarf God statue.

He hoped to develop something similar to the Black Sorbet.

However, Richard could no longer focus on this matter due to his busy schedule.

He only remembered when he saw them.

Rand immediately smiled when he heard this.

“Lord Richard, we’ve searched and sorted out 53 types of magical plants in the underground world. We could use ten of them to produce food. We could use the rest to make magical potions. Hmm, or rather, a highly toxic potion.”

Rand handed him a book he tightly held as he spoke.

“We’ve sorted out according to their distribution, appearance, and uses. Please, check.

“But this is only a rough estimate. We needed extensive labor and resources for deeper research…”

Richard opened it immediately.

Rand recorded generous magical plants on it. He wrote each of their details. He even depicted pictures on it.

He had put in a lot of effort.

A moment later, Richard closed the book.

He nodded in satisfaction.

This kind of seriousness was rare.

“Have you fed this information back to the food workshop?”

“The food workshop has started its research already…”

Richard smiled and handed the book back to him.

“You guys have done well. Continue to work hard in the future.”

Richard’s tone turned graver afterward.

“Rand, you’ve proven your abilities several times… Now. It’s time to carry on a much more significant task.”

Rand sensed the meaning in his words and immediately perked up. He looked up at Richard and said firmly, “Lord Richard, no matter where you go, the sacred-blood dwarves will follow… Please give us instructions!

Richard gave him a meaningful look.

The statue of the Dwarf God appeared in his hand.

Rand looked at the statue with a subtle look in his eyes. It was a relic of his ancestor and a life-saving gift they had given Richard.

Richard said slowly, “Rand Augustus.

“Your bloodline, which has been dormant for a long time, will awaken again…The glory of the sacred-blood dwarves would rise again.

“Your ancestral god… I’ve already awoken him.

“He is inside the statue.”

Rand’s heart stopped beating. The hundreds of dwarves behind him also had their hearts quickened open-mouthed.

Everyone stared at the statue of the Dwarf God in Richard’s hands.

They perked wide-eyed, and pressure raced with their breathing.

“Tradition has it… Is that true?

“The Crimson Moon rises, and our ancestor will return…”

“One has awakened our ancestor?!”

The sacred-blood dwarves were at a loss for words.

Delight had overwhelmed their emotions. They plunge into a river of surprise and joy.

The Dwarf God was not only their ancestor but also their reliance and faith!

The dwarves would have someone to rely on once he returned!!

The elderly dwarf chief was so excited that his lips shivered. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t.

Richard glanced at the Dwarf God and sent his spiritual power into the statue.

A shining white mark sparked in the next moment.

A majestic divine light surged out from the statue.

The light gray energy flowed backward and condensed into the illusory image in midair.

It was a figure that sat on a throne if one looked over.

He wore a silver crown on his head, a cloak of gorgeous bird wings on his back, and a ring full of gemstones on his fingers.

He was short and small, but at this moment, he gave off the oppressive feeling of a giant.

Dwarf God.

All the dwarves’ eyes immediately turned red, and their throats choked when they saw the long-lost ancestor.

Then, they all knelt on the ground, their heads pressed against the land. They bowed most piously.