Richard would first test the waters with the god’s ancient tree. The evil spreader had the talent of disguise if it were powerful. It wouldn’t be arduous to create the Yellow Sand Sect.
“No, not only that, you got people to work together to design a divine system…The ruler of this god system was the desert and yellow sand. There was no need to say the information first when spreading the faith of the Ancient Tree of Darkness sect. It would be vague. One could adjust at any time if there were anything to add after a while.”
“A few points were at the core of preaching… Survival, social, respect, and self-actualization needs.”
“The reason believers believe in the gods is nothing more than these. They could be in turmoil and danger and desire the gods to save them. I need to deal with others of my kind. I need to be powerful, and I need to win the respect of outsiders. I need to realize some noble ideals…”
Karu listened carefully.
Richard gave him all the bits and pieces of information he had.
After half a year of training and the vigorous development of the literacy class, the number of people in Twilight City grew, although there were still a few people in the city.
He had already nurtured a portion of high-level talents.
They all worked in the government affairs department. They could do much easier than one person with the intelligence of dozens of people.
A few hours later, Karu left the Lord’s Mansion a few hours afterward with the evil spreader and a large notebook.
All the high-level talents in Twilight City became anxious afterward and discussed the various aspects of the recently established Ancient Tree of Darkness sect.
Richard naturally did not have to do it himself as the ruler of Twilight City. He only needed to delegate the task and supervise it.
Having a force as a backer wasn’t something one could compare to a lone wolf.
Richard turned his attention away after this arrangement.
It would take some time for this sudden idea to bear fruit.
It would take time to test for the exact situation.
He pondered and took out the system’s mission reward, the Tower race war drum.
[Tower Race War Drum]
[Level: 5 stars]
[Special Characteristic: 1. It can dispel all attributes that reduce morale, such as low morale, scattered hearts, fear, uneasiness, and panic.]
[2. It can increase all attributes of the troop that hears the war drum by 30%. Their morale will be at a high level for an hour. It will be stable, and magic will not affect it.
[Description: A war drum made from the skin of a giant dragon by the ancestors of the Tower race. It has the effect of boosting morale.]
The attributes of this 5-stars treasure were simple. They were honestly simple.
However, its attributes were practical.
The more glorious a battle was, the more vital morale was.
The absence of countermeasures would reduce the morale of the entire troop by more than half if the enemy cast a spell that would cause it to collapse.
This war drum could help the troop maintain high morale and combat effectiveness, which was rare.
Unfortunately, his troop of the undead and morale was useless against him.
This war drum was like a dust-covered pearl to him.
Richard didn’t mind placing put the war drum into the system space.
This thing was a reward in any case. It was a waste not to get it.
He could exchange it for something useful in Solan City.
At this moment, a soldier came to report that the leader of the Tower race, Popov Black Tower requested a meeting.
Richard told the soldiers to bring him in.
Richard realized that the patriarch was not in the right state when he saw this level 19 hero again.
The majestic hero who had dared to wrestle with the giant dragon has hunched over and lowered its head. Its eyes were dull, and the aura on its body floated. It did not have the murderous posture of slaughtering the spider troop alone.
Popov forced a smile when he saw Richard.
“Lord Richard…”
The patriarch had learned Richard’s real name from others before it came to meet the Twilight City ruler. He called him Richard from the name it used to call the human overlord, Qingqiu.
Richard looked at the eight-meter-tall monster with some emotion.
“Popov, what are your plans now?”
Popov’s face darkened as it bitterly smiled.
“Lord, I…I don’t know.”
An evil power shattered all their hopes and destroyed the plane they lived in.
The patriarch alone and over 50 children remained in the Tower race.
It looked around and could no longer find the direction to move forward.
What could the patriarch do?
He could not know what to do.
Those who had not experienced the destruction of hope would find it hard to understand the emotions of this level 19 hero.
It was the loss of hope in life. It could even fathom the meaning of living.
Richard said slowly after a few silence, “Popov, the past is in the past. Don’t let the past trap you and your race.”
“Stay in Twilight City for a while. We’ll talk again when you’ve figured it out.”
Popov took a deep breath and bowed solemnly to Richard.
“Lord, Thank you for taking me and my race in.”
Richard shook his head as he watched the muscular warrior leave.
It was only a matter of time before they walked out with the one Tower race’s personality. Once they assimilated and became a part of Twilight City, they would not have the time to think about it anymore after he arranged a few missions.
