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

683 Chapter 442: Damn! Qingqiu is Here? [2/4]

“Brother Kun, what is going on? Has the system changed the rules of this instance dungeon?”

The sandstorm lingered around the troop but gradually dissipated. That puzzled them.

They saw the sandstorm gather together and turn into mummies.

A soldier formed that sandstorm??

A few of them were shocked.

“F*ck! What level of power was this to have such high-level troops?”

They saw the faces of the entire troop when the sandstorm subsided. That continuously bewildered them.

Shock, horror, and more horror.

Countless emotions churned in their hearts.

The two vast squadrons of troops behind them simply threw a trash dump compared to the other party’s troops.

They quickly fixed their gazes on the figure who rode on the back of an undead dragon with a wingspan of more than 40 meters. It was like a mythical life form from the ancient era that emitted terrifying crimson energy. Even the scorching sun seemed to be incomparable to it.

How terrifying would it be to control such existence?

Brother Kun opened his attribute panel with curiosity.

A few quickly trembled in unison and screamed in an almost shrill voice.

“Player!!!”

The familiar player attribute panel made the other party’s identity appear on the screen, although he couldn’t see any of the other party’s attributes,

“They…they must be joking, right? A troop of this level belonged to players? That tree alone can ravage our territory a hundred or a thousand times…

“Am I seeing things? How could these players recruit such troops? How many resources did this require, not to mention other things? How many top-level troop lairs did the leader accumulate to obtain these? Where the hell did the leader get these?

“I don’t know. I must have drunk too much and not woken up…”

None of them were noobs. Those who had lived in the “Shining Era” for half a year and more were no longer idiots. Who hadn’t experienced countless life and death battles…

Brother Kun and his underlings understood how exaggerated and terrifying it was to form such a troop.

The resources needed for recruitment alone would make their hearts tremble, not to mention how to get a high-level troop lair.

The underlings successfully suppressed their shock and suddenly pondered. They turned to look at Brother Kun.

Brother Kun was somewhat confused at this moment. The underlings found his expression extensively confounding. It was white at one moment and red the next. He was excited at one moment and afraid the next. It was like he carried out a face-changing performance.

“Brother Kun, what’s wrong?”

His underlings shook him, and Brother Kun shivered violently. Then, he pointed ahead and said excitedly with a hoarse voice.

“Qingqiu! That’s Qingqiu!”

“Qing… Qingqiu?!!”

This name sounded like a thunderclap in their ears. They turned their heads in unison and tried to open the other party’s attribute panel, but they still couldn’t see anything.

“Brother Kun, are you sure you’re not hallucinating? The other party is Qingqiu?”

All exciting things happened a few months ago. No one had ever seen Qingqiu’s true face. Even though the public acknowledged him as the number one person.

Brother Kun looked disdainfully at the player who asked. He raised his head and spoke in a supremely proud tone.

“How would I not know the other party is Qingqiu? Hehehe… I participated in the last dungeon. Qingqiu slaughtered me in that death arena!”

He became even more proud as he spoke.

“I could still recognize his aura even if he turns into ashes. And also, those undead dragons he led!!”

Only then did his underlings realize he couldn’t be wrong.

They all gave him a thumbs up.

“Brother Kun, you’re awesome. I can’t believe you’ve fought with him before!”

“I almost forgot. Brother Kun was a top big shot who squeezed into the top one million in the last instance dungeon!”

A few did not feel embarrassed about their defeat with Qingqiu. What a joke. Millions of players participated in that death arena. Who else survived other than Qingqiu?!

No one did.

Ordinary weaklings would never try to fight Qingqiu.

The players in the forum measured their battle strength by how long they could last to fight Qingqiu.

“It was a f*cking honor to match with Qingqiu in the death arena despite loss!”

“Brother Kun, Qingqiu must have also received our mission.”

“That’s right. Should we not retreat in a hurry?”

Others said no one had come out from several people who had accepted this terrifying S-rank mission.

That made them spin into thoughts.

However, things were different now.

Qingqiu also accepted this mission.

Who was Qingqiu? His past achievements had already shown how terrifying the other party was.

The troop that made their legs go weak was now right before them.

A few muttered to themselves, and some moved.

After a short pause.

It surged in like a tidal wave and passed through the dimension gate.

The terrifying 80 meters giant tree bent down and stepped into it.

Only a blurry figure floated in the air outside the vast dimension gate in the end.

Qingqiu led his army and entered…

“Brother Kun, what should we do now?”

Brother Kun saw this scene, gritted his teeth, and hardened his heart.

“Let’s go! We’ll go in together. I don’t believe Qing Qiu can’t if the other players can’t handle this instance dungeon!!

“Let’s not fight for the credit with the other party. As long as a little hint of soup is left, it’ll be enough for us to eat.

“Moreover, this instance dungeon can accommodate many people. It’s likely an instance dungeon that requires several players to clear… It wasn’t easy for me to receive this mission. I won’t be at ease if I don’t go and try!”