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Popov\'s small eyes stared at the undead crystal in Richard\'s hand.

"This is the power!"

Its tone was complicated.

Richard handed it to the patriarch.

Popov held the thumb-sized undead crystal like an ordinary person would hold a millet. It was too tiny.

"How many heroic spirit stone statues are there in total? How many of these crystals would be needed to revive them?"

"Thirty-two…"

Popov turned around and scanned the hall.

Its head was embedded in the body with bulging muscles and had no neck. It could only see its surroundings every time it turned its body.

"Each requires at least 1,000 of these crystals. The more of them there are, the stronger they would be when revived."

It spoke and gazed at the entrance. It saw a blurry and somewhat dilapidated giant stone statue. Popov\'s tone was complicated.

"His Excellency Muken… It requires ten times the amount of crystals."

Every resurrected 1,000 crystals meant 32,000 crystals.

It captured a church and obtained 3,000… It was barely enough.

Richard\'s eyes flickered toward the figure at the door.

"What special background does that heroic spirit have?"

Respect engulfed Popov\'s face.

"It is the most powerful hero of the Tower race. It slaughtered a demigod with its transcendent body… Unfortunately, it had lost everything in the last battle. Only a wisp of its soul sleeps in the stone statue, and he could no longer return to his previous state."

Popov sounded excited again.

"If Its Excellency Muken resurrects… It could impede the wax demon!"

Richard looked at Popov\'s complicated expression and took out the golden undead crystal he had obtained after the death of the Level-19 void weaver.

"How much do we need to revive it with this crystal?"

Popov focused and momentarily said afterward, "The power contained in this crystal is even higher… Ten would be enough!"

"But I will need more if I want Its Excellency to recover even more power!"

Richard nodded slowly.

"Let me settle this matter."

Richard spoke and swept his gaze around.

"Tower race, other than these heroic spirits, how many other forces could still fight?"

There would be a lot of room for maneuvering in this battle if there were a few level 19 heroes like Popov.

Popov shook its head and said bitterly, "Only 100 members of the Tower race were left. And most were level 15.

"Their strength would be weaker compared to the enemy. We could not allow them to join if we want to be confident to win the final battle, right?!"

Richard weighed from Popov\'s sturdy body. The other troops of the Tower race could be soul-strapping.

"Fight for all the power you can."

Popov said without hesitation.

"The Tower race will do their best even if a sliver of confidence remains!"

The sound of his five fingers clenched into fists rang out.

Why would they hide in the village like rats if they no longer have a chance? Why did they not dare to step out of consciousness\'s protection?

Richard nodded.

"I look forward to a battle alongside the Tower race!"

The two discussed for a long time how to deal with the spider camp and eliminate the spider temple.

They only ended the conversation half an hour later.

Popov fed Richard more about the spider camp.

Richard has accurate plans in his heart now.

The difficulty of conquering the spider temple was ridiculously intense, no matter how one looked at it.

However, under immense pressure, he also ignited a strong will to fight.

His goal was unwavering.

Richard momentarily pondered and seemed to have thought of something. He slowly said, "Patriarch Popov, do you know about the heart of the god sealed in the spider temple?"

Richard had to get the god\'s heart back regardless if he cleared the mission. He would give up everything.

That was the ultimate goal of his trip.

"God\'s… Heart?"

Puzzlement shrouded Popov\'s eyes.

It said hesitantly, "There aren\'t many records of this in the ancient books of the Tower race. They only mentioned one thought. One had once sacrificed a god\'s heart before the statue of the spider goddess."

Richard narrowed his eyes.

"Sacrifice?"

"This evil goddess liked to do such things."

"Tower race, have you seen those seals?"

"We have lost the relevant information." 

Popov shook its head and probingly spoke.

"Why is a god\'s heart so important to you?

"The other guys…"

The players who had come to the village before Richard mentioned this.

"This is the request of a deceased friend."

Richard whispered.

"His body has a huge problem. Only the heart of a god can restore his vitality."

Popov didn\'t ask too much and said directly.

"I\'ll do my best to help you retrieve the god\'s heart."

"However, I hope you can do your best to help us expel these damned believers of the evil goddess."

Popov didn\'t care about treasures. The Tower race only had one goal… Survive.

The patriarch would take its life as long as it could drive the abyss away, allow this plane to recover, and level up again.

Richard nodded.

"Popov, Twilight City has always done its best for its friends."

Popov solemnly extended its thick and sturdy hand.

"The Tower race has never let down its friends!"

Richard felt something and put his hand on the man\'s finger.

High five.

An eight meters tall behemoth waved a high-five to an ordinary person.

This scene seemed inexplicably out of place, but at this moment, the solemn expressions on both sides made the scene seem natural.