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Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

1 billion people from the Earth woke up and discovered that they had transmigrated to an alternate world. They possessed their own land and had become lords. They had to struggle to survive in a foreign world by attacking other cities and conquering new lands. Leo Ray received the God Tier talent [Golden Touch]. He could turn stone into gold and upgrade items. [Congratulations! Your Rank One Recruitment Tag has been upgraded to Rank Five Recruitment Tag.] [Congratulations! Your Rank Two Weapon: Crescent Moon Blade has been duplicated 101 times.] [Congratulations! Your Rank Three Weapon: Great Land Two-handed Sword has been upgraded to Rank Five Weapon: Dragon Slayer Sword.] … [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord with a Level Two Mansion.] [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to completely kill off a boss.] [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to conquer a city.] … While others were still working hard to gather resources, Leo Ray monopolized the market and made everyone work for him. While others were still toiling away at establishing their villages, Leo Ray’s grand city had already been built. While others were still risking their lives to withstand the attacks of the surrounding monsters with villagers, Leo Ray had already amassed an army and was conquering cities and lands.

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Chapter 649: Prelude to the Great Battle_1

The scorching sun was high in the sky, on the outskirts of Cyan Town.

The plain was trembling faintly, as if the earth was sinking and wailing.

Under the brilliant sunshine, the initiators slowly appeared on the horizon. A well-organized army with waving banners marched forward.

Drawn swords reflected a cold glint, turning the peaceful and warm afternoon into a sudden, chilling danger.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The echoes of uniform boots hitting the ground mingled with the clashing of armor, resounding across the sky like a funeral dirge.

With each step, numerous wildflowers and grasses were crushed into the hard soil, just as ignored as the feather-light free farmers.

This was an army mainly composed of so-called new citizens.

These beneficiaries of tyranny often lorded over the lowest free farmers with contempt and humiliation, wantonly beating them as a matter of course. With these privileges, they naturally became the most loyal followers of the brutal nobles.