[401-600] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 451: Sudden Incident, Battle of Defense

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!”

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?