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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.

Morning Breeze Arrives · 游戏
分數不夠
1492 Chs

Chapter 389: Celia's Loyalty and the True Identity of the Opponent_2

A black-robed man with a withered wood staff in hand stood at the gate, a creepy smile on his wrinkled pale face.

Behind him, a line of figures stood in the shadows, each exuding a formidable aura.

On the other side, next to the throne at the end of the hall, stood an old man with white hair and half-melted armor.

He held a sharp single-handed sword and gasped for breath, evidently having just experienced a fierce battle.

"Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal, if you choose to surrender now, perhaps I could grant you a swift death."

The hoarse voice rang out, the pale-faced black-robed man slowly stepped forward, his grin widening: "The advanced magic scroll you use as a trump card is almost depleted, isn't it? With merely the strength of a Tier 3 Pinnacle Powerhouse, you've held out against me for so long, you've outdone yourself."

"Dream on! As long as I still have a breath left in me, you shall not lay a finger on this place!"