Even Eryx had to admit that it was impossible to completely destroy the Tower. Even if those outside professions were excluded, and even if those outside professions all turned against the Tower, it would still stand firm.
But Eryx still said, “You all don’t understand the Tower too well; it’s because you don’t understand that you fear it.”
“The Tower isn’t anything remarkable; it’s just a bunch of old, undying folks dragging along a heap of secrets that should have been buried in the ground, barely surviving.”
Hearing Eryx say this, Antipa couldn’t help but curse inwardly. It might indeed be so for you dragons, but just managing all the high-level professions on the continent already puts tremendous pressure on people.
“But it was precisely because of the Tower that we were driven away from that wasteland called Solen!”
At this point, Eryx couldn’t help but clench his fists, seemingly recalling how the scars on his body were formed.
“So this time, if we want to regain our status and reclaim the freedom of the dragon clan, we must first restrain the Tower, preventing it from intervening in the disputes of this continent!”
At this point, Antipa had already started to feel a bit intrigued. The Tower didn’t like the Demon Clan, and it wanted to contain the Demon God remains from the Demon Clan. Antipa dared not think too far, fearing how the Northern Border would seek revenge if the Demon God offspring were involved.
If they could restrain the Tower, combined with the Avar Kingdom and these dragons… there would definitely be no chance!
“But how do we restrain the Tower?”
As soon as Antipa spoke this question, he saw Eryx shift his gaze towards the distant black rain mist.
…..
“Is that the remains of the Demon God?”
Eryx covered his nose as he looked at the black corpse in the pit.
“It’s the Holy Corpse!”
Antipa corrected him.
Eryx did not hide his movements, openly flying back to the Eternal Frozen Land with the Demon Clan, and the harsh weather of the frozen land had no effect on him at all.
“It’s just a pile of rotten meat. But if this pile of rotten meat can really have an effect on Supremacy Magic…”
Eryx couldn’t help but smile.
During the process of heading to the Eastern Border of the Demon Clan, faced with the strange black rain mist, Eryx didn’t choose to detour but flew straight into the mist, experiencing the abnormalities caused by this Supremacy Magic.
As a powerful dragon, Eryx did not feel that anything could pose a threat to him. Even the Tower could only leave a few scars among the many on Eryx’s body.
Although those few scars indeed made Eryx feel immense pain.
But deep down, Eryx was looking forward to the black rain mist posing a threat to him because only in that way could it be proven that the black rain mist could also control the Tower.
Clearly, the black rain mist didn’t pose a great threat to Eryx, but it amplified the hatred within him, and as he felt his anger growing infinitely, Eryx not only didn’t become enraged, but instead burst into laughter. This black rain mist could even affect the spirits of dragons.
This made Eryx more eager to see what that group of guardians of humanity, the Tower, would look like after being baptized by this black rain curtain.
“The Tower exists in reality, and as long as it has a physical form, it can be attacked. I will take this flesh and blood, along with those mages from Avar, to bring down the Tower!”
At this moment, Altair, who was following Eryx, said, “My lord, the other dragons are still recovering. Shouldn’t we wait for them to launch an attack together?”
“The longer we wait, the more disadvantageous it will be for us. Don’t underestimate the Tower; they might already be studying this black rain mist. If we delay any longer, these mists may no longer have an effect on the Tower. We must resolve this quickly!”
Endless fury made Eryx unwilling to wait any longer. The scars that the Tower had left on him had already healed long ago, but Eryx could still feel phantom pains coming from those scars from time to time. Now, it was time to bring it to an end.
…..
Although Eryx claimed he was betrayed by his kin back then, from Lind’s descriptions, it didn’t seem that way.
The moment the black dragon appeared, Lind contacted the Shining Gold Trading Alliance.
“I know what you want to ask.”
The shop owner Margaret was still as she had been before, fond of smoking, and this time she was smoking particularly heavily. The special herbs couldn’t entirely mask the smell of the smoke, causing Lind to cough repeatedly and prompting him to open a window for ventilation.
“Sorry, when I’m troubled, I like to do this. Do you want a puff?”
Margaret offered her pipe to Lind.
“No, no need. Let’s talk about serious matters.”
The appearance of the black dragon was indeed more important than sharing a smoke.
“If my kin’s instinct is correct, then it should be Eryx who has returned.”
Margaret’s expression was almost written with melancholy.
“He was once a high elder of our dragon clan. At that time, watching you humans pull each other’s hair and beat each other until it was nearly torn off, he just wanted to jump in and stir things up.”
As she spoke, Margaret scratched her head.
“But back then, the Tower hadn’t established so many rules. When they fought, they could be said to be merciless, and at that time, the humans here took pride in slaying dragons, with a lot of unrestrained professionals running amok, honestly causing us much trouble.”
“So at that time, we actually didn’t want to fight anymore. The Tower seemed to see this and gave us a contract.”
Then Margaret shrugged her shoulders.
“Afterward, we didn’t interfere in the wars, but the relentless Eryx continued to engage in battles with those warmongering kin. After getting beaten up, he was driven away, and I thought he wouldn’t come back.”
Margaret summarized that part of history for Lind succinctly.
No wonder Altan had boasted before that dragons were also allies of the Avar Kingdom; it turned out they had all been driven out of this continent together, and fleeing together could be considered a kind of alliance in some sense.
“Were the companions you were driven out with numerous?”
This was the question Lind was most worried about.
“No, there weren’t many who wanted to continue fighting back then. Trading with your humans could earn money; who wanted to kill or be killed?”
“And according to our contract with the Tower, if those guys do come back, the opponents should also be us.”
“But I don’t want to fight with those crazy people. It wasn’t easy for me to sit in this position, and just last month, I filled my bed with gold coins!”
After saying that, Margaret looked at Lind as if she had found a lifeline: “Your army can fight, right? Do you think you can handle dragons? Do you want me to turn into a dragon and try with you? Don’t worry, there aren’t many pureblood dragons who fled with the humans!”
“Our dragons just have thicker scales and carry enchantments; we could probably squash your war chariots easily, not to mention a dragon breath that reaches the level of high-level magic, and we can fly too. Surely, you humans can overcome these difficulties, right?”
Hearing this, Lind showed an awkward smile as he looked at Margaret while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“You’re not joking, are you?”
Lind had been trying to create flying machines, but the aerial magical environment was strange, with thin magic and the magic stored in containers being inexplicably diluted. Gliding at low altitude was already troublesome; to really compete with dragons for air supremacy?
“Indeed, I think we’re overthinking it. Don’t worry; Eryx will definitely go to the Tower for revenge as soon as possible, so there’s no need for us.”
Tired of the jokes, now that they were familiar with each other, Lind could only say that Margaret was quite lively, as she could joke with him.
“Rest assured, my lord governor; we’re just worried that the crazy Eryx might take some normal actions, but he’ll probably directly seek revenge on the Tower.”
“And the Tower is invincible; you don’t need to worry. You just need to wait for the Tower to notify you to help handle some worldly matters. The past Eryx with a group of dragons couldn’t defeat the Tower, let alone now?”
The smell of smoke in the room finally dissipated a bit, and Margaret’s face showed a confident smile.
But deep down, Lind always felt an ominous premonition. Why did it feel like Margaret was crazily planting flags for the Tower? The last invincible character he read about in the comics before his reincarnation was already cut in half, and after more than a year of resurrection matches, they still hadn’t won.
Really… not worried at all?
