“What else can we do? Didn’t Boss Qingqiu say that the spider troop gathered? If we delay any longer, we wouldn’t have to fight anymore. You can stay in the Tower race’s holy land if you don’t want to go!”
“Stay here? Motherf*cker, are you waiting to die? Giving life to others was not something that Old Wang should do!”
“Dawei, that coward, actually doesn’t dare to follow. Hehe, does he think that he’s safe here? He couldn’t counterattack if he encountered an emergency if the enemies followed him. He couldn’t know a chance to escape if he stayed here. He could only wait for death! I wonder how he survived after being in the “Shining Era” for so long.”
The players watched the figure on the ground that gradually shrank and heard the whistling air currents. They rode behind the skeleton blood dragon. They felt nervous, excited, and uneasy. All sorts of emotions surged in their hearts.
The final battle had begun.
Qingqiu returned from the outside world two hours ago. He immediately summoned the leader of the Tower race for a discussion.
The Tower race patriarch opened the armory afterward. It allowed them to choose any weapons and equipment that suited them.
Of course, one must be willing to attack the spider temple. That was the prerequisite!
Everyone prepared for two hours. The underage cubs of the Tower race joined the preparation. Everyone set off in the night.
That would be the last battle.
No one expected that this scene would come so quickly.
The players could not conceal their fear and nervousness as they faced the terrifying spider troop and the temple. Transcendents even guarded it.
There would be no chance for revival and resurrection if they died. That is the rule in the instance dungeon.
They thought of this and looked at the leading figure.
The existence shrouded in yellow sand made their fearful hearts sparingly eased.
They also had their trump card, Qingqiu!
This strongest player reflects enormous confidence no matter how mighty the enemy could be.
That was the result of countless glories and honors.
“Father, you can’t abandon me this time. I want to fight with you!”
The little centaur held Richard’s arm tightly and stared into his eyes with some stubbornness. She rode Alves’s back.
She prepared to cry if Richard declined her.
Richard smiled.
He reached out and pinched her delicate little face.
“No one can escape this battle.”
The power of the spider temple rapidly increased. Twilight City troops had to launch a general attack at the fastest speed. They could not afford to delay.
The urgency of racing against time pressed down on Richard’s heart.
The little centaur smiled and waved her little fist before him.
“I won’t run away! Father, I will kill all the monsters on your way!”
Richard thought Emily childishly acted. He didn’t notice the grave look in her eyes.
The god of deception beside him watched this scene. His wrinkled face revealed imperceptible envy.
Heavy memories engulfed his eyes.
He thought of something beautiful. The corners of his mouth curled up sparingly
He sighed afterward.
Perhaps, he would have created a divine descendant family if her daughter was still alive.
Unfortunately, in this world, the most useless thing was if.
He shook his head, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and regained clarity in his eyes.
“Lord Richard, the planar power blessed the Tower race.”
“Perhaps we can make use of it.”
Richard turned his head when he heard this. He looked straight at the old god’s remnant soul.
“I know that the planar power favored the Tower Clan. But how can we make use of it?”
The fact that the spider troop couldn’t enter the Tower race’s holy land was the best explanation.
However, the planar power was something one couldn’t see or touch. Moreover, it only had the plainest instincts and couldn’t have specific intelligence.
It was easy to use them.
The god of deception said in a deep voice.
“The patriarch of the Tower race has the most blessings. He can communicate with the planar power and let it help us at the most critical moment.”
“I asked Popov, but he didn’t know about this.”
Although Popov was the clan leader, they had passed on the legacy of the Tower race. The remaining few cats and kittens simply couldn’t carry the banner.
“I know a secret language that can communicate with the planar power.”
Richard’s eyes lit up.
Yellow sand surged and enveloped the god of deception with a wave of his hand.
“Your Excellency Tai Long, sorry to trouble you.”
The god of deception shook his head with a bitter smile and did not say anything else.
He allowed Richard to send him down with sand.
Popov Black Tower, the level 19 Tower race’s leader, and Kratos, the Dark Soul Eater, rode on the god’s ancient tree to speed up.
The god’s ancient tree held these two dark forces. That was a piece of cake for Treebeard.
The god of deception landed not long after. Richard watched the battle closely below. He heard Popov speak an obscure spell.
His body emitted remarkable energy fluctuations at the same time.
A figure following a spell grew increasingly vast that surrounded space fluctuations. It was like it responded to a call.
This process lasted for two to three minutes before it gradually calmed down.
Popov could see the joy on its face when it opened its eyes again.
‘Did it succeed?’
The god of deception signaled, and Richard brought him back behind Arveis.
The sand dispersed, and the god of deception smiled.
