608 Chapter 412: Do Something Big and Make This World Tremble [2/3]



He thought it was just a description, but why did it feel like it was an action?

He immediately asked the question in his heart.

It momentarily startled Windsor before she smiled brightly.

"That's because the Crimson Moon is the body of an ancient god. Its true form is the blood-colored moon. It symbolizes the era when the ancient gods controlled the rules."

"Once the Crimson Moon reappears, it means that the ancient gods have revived and returned!"

Richard's pupils constricted.

The Crimson Moon was the body of an ancient god?

Was that how the new expansion pack got its name?!

His emotions fluctuated.

This news was too explosive.

No wonder it would cause a change in the world's structure. There was an additional moon in the sky, and all the gods knew the meaning behind it.

The entire world would probably fall into panic.

Next, the gods would not sit still and wait for death. How could they allow themselves to lose the power they had wielded for countless years?

A great change was imminent.

He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the rise and fall of his emotions.

One has to send this information to Twilight City immediately.

He has to immediately revise some of the initial plans.

Richard regained his senses and deeply stared at the elegant figure before him.

"President Windsor, what do you need me to do now?"

Windsor shook her head.

"The plan that has been laid out for countless years has long been formed. Even if you are a transcendent or even a crown level, you can't change anything in this short period."

As she spoke, her tone became sparingly lower.

"Right now, what I need the most is for you to help Teacher Peim retrieve that heart."

Richard frowned.

He momentarily thought for a moment and slowly said.

"President Windsor, you know how difficult this is."

He said solemnly.

"However, if I can obtain a Contract Scroll that can enslave transcendent beings, I have a sixty percent chance of success."

The Vampire Grand Duke in the blood coffin was an extraordinary existence. He thought about him for a long time.

He could solve many problems if he could enslave the other party.

Transcendents had already become a symbol in this world.

Windsor shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Lord Richard. It's not that I'm stingy, but transcendent-level Contract Scrolls are too precious. From the beginning of the establishment of the Phoenix-Tail Flower Chamber of Commerce until now, we've only handled one such item thirty years ago."

Richard did need it, but who would not want a Contract Scroll that could enslave extraordinary powers?

It was not an exaggeration to describe this thing as priceless. As long as it appeared, it would cause a vast wave.

It was not an exaggeration to say that a war would break out because of this.

Richard suddenly thought of the high-level artifact, the Wishing Scales.

He organized his thoughts and said slowly, "Chairman Windsor, perhaps Mr. Peim has a way.

"I know he has a special treasure he can exchange for what he wants..."

Previously, he felt that the Wishing Scales were of average value and could not live up to the name of a high-level divine artifact.

But now that he thought about it carefully, this was a priceless treasure.

He could exchange it for a treasure of equivalent value if he couldn't find it outside.

Windsor shook her head.

"There wouldn't be a problem if it were before... But now, Teacher Peim's strength had already reached freezing point, and he could no longer use the Wishing Scales."

Richard shook his head.

There was no single shortcut.

He knew that the Ice Empire had such a thing, but it was a royal collection, so it was unrealistic to get it.

"It's fine. I'll think of another way."

Richard didn't dwell on the matter.

When he returned, he would bring some people to destroy the vampire's castle and see if there was such a thing where they hid the blood coffin.

After a silence, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and softly said, "Chairman Windsor, a powerful force has recently appeared in the desert of death. Its ruler is called the Dune Lord... Have you heard about it?"

Windsor nodded.

"I heard that he had attacked several merchant groups recently."

Richard was interested.

"Does Chairman Windsor know anything about the Dune Lord?"

Windsor shook her head.

"It's just a small force. I didn't mind."

Richard was speechless. Judging from the boss's attacks and attributes, the transcendent lord of dunes couldn't be a small force.

He momentarily pondered and slowly said, "Have you heard Chairman Windsor?... The power of yellow sand?"

That was the source of the Dune Lord's excitement.