The dragons actually had some PTSD regarding the tower. Although these dragons did not know what PTSD was, they would become quite nervous when the tower was mentioned.
Outside the black fog, these dragons kept circling, and more and more dragons began to gradually gather.
Facing this somewhat eerie black fog, the dragons were still quite careful. Although Eryx had initially prepared for a mutual destruction with the tower, the dragons understood that what Eryx planned was far crazier than the plan itself, and Eryx’s transformation seemed to have begun with contact with the black fog.
The influence of the black fog on the dragons, while not obvious, was not without effect.
“The Cape has begun to take action.”
Under the circling dragons, some dragons that had taken on human forms began discussing certain matters while draped in robes.
“So soon? It seems those humans are even sharper than we imagined.”
“It’s probably because the number of attacks has decreased, but this action is indeed too fast. I thought humans would at least be more cautious, but they unexpectedly gathered their strength and began moving towards the tower so quickly; there must still be some talents among them.”
To avoid drawing attention, these dragons even avoided using their dragon forms and instead reverted to human forms.
“Could it be because of those fanatics?”
At this moment, one dragon in human form looked toward those in the black fog, frantically shouting, praying for the god’s attention from the War God’s followers.
The War God’s followers had gone completely mad. They spread across this continent like pus and this group of followers was taking advantage of the mental plague to continue expanding.
“No, it’s not surprising if fanatics show up everywhere. Even if humans find out that some are deliberately gathering these fanatics, they wouldn’t realize it was us so quickly. Besides…”
This dragon seemed to remember some unpleasant memory: “Moreover, if we wanted to deal with the fanatics, why would humans have to bring out surface-to-air missiles targeting us?”
At that moment, an elder among the dragons stood up, interrupting the discussion of the crowd, and said, “Alright, even if they notice, so what? The plan doesn’t change; we must completely resolve the tower! Otherwise, the dragon race’s dream of ruling this continent will never come true. Don’t you all want to sleep on piles of gold coins?”
One dragon had a strange expression after hearing this, but the elder didn’t mind and continued, “The black fog is eerie, but those fanatics seem unaffected by it. Let these fanatics take the lead; we dragons will enter the black fog to provide shelter and support for these fanatics. We must take down this strange new tower!”
Although it was much earlier than anticipated, with a dragon’s roar, those fanatics praying to their so-called god in the black fog began to advance towards the newly born tower under the protection of the dragons.
The new tower was incredibly imposing, but most of these fanatics were War God followers. Even when faced with this overwhelming tower that reached to the sky, they showed no fear. Instead, within the black fog, alongside other fanatics, they charged forward with firearms and other weapons.
The black fog could drive one mad, but these fanatics had long been insane. In the black fog, it seemed their combat power was even more ferocious.
The War God’s followers marched forward in the black fog, which did not corrupt them or turn them into black mud—it was likely because these crazy individuals still held a certain determination in their will.
“Brothers of the Church! Everything we do is for the War God! Last time, when the War God descended upon this world, unfortunately, it was ruined by the human king An Zhu, who did not cherish the opportunity of the War God’s arrival. Now, we must let the War God descend again!”
A parishioner from the War God Church held the flag of the War God high in the black fog, shouting loudly.
“Descend! Descend!”
The nearby followers crazily responded to the parishioner’s call.
“Only by letting the deity descend can this world be restored to peace! And now, I will again pray to the War God in this divine blessed fog, seeking the War God’s blessings to help us conquer the heretical tower!”
“Roar! Roar! Roar!”
The followers’ eyes were filled with a mad fervor, and the parishioner declared, “Come on! Let us pray together to the War God!”
Under the direction of the parishioner, these War God Church followers knelt on the ground, devoutly praying to the War God, seeking blessings.
“What are they doing?”
The dragon hovering in the sky looked at the humans below, who were praying in unison.
“They are praying to their deity. There’s no need to be surprised; that’s how humans are. They cannot survive without praying.”
Another dragon nodded in agreement.
The praying parishioner originally thought he would receive the chaotic, twisted, and terrifying but powerful blessings of the War God as before, but this time he instead received a clear and unmistakable divine revelation from the War God.
And it was direct and straightforward.
When the parishioner first received the revelation, he was overjoyed. Had he finally received the War God’s revelation, becoming a saint of the War God? After being a parishioner all his life, would he finally become a bishop with this revelation?
But after listening to the revelation, a strange expression suddenly appeared on the parishioner’s face.
The parishioner silently raised his head and looked at those followers who prayed alongside him.
Everyone looked at each other in silence, but their expressions revealed everything—they had all received the same revelation, directly from the War God.
Then, these War God followers silently stood up and began heading toward the central area of the tower.
“Oh, these humans are finally moving.”
The dragons in the sky looked at the humans on the ground, like watching their toys.
“I wonder how these humans plan to attack the tower.”
“Attack the tower? Are you kidding? These humans are just expendable; they’re consumables.”
At that moment, Anastasia and other members of the tower were standing ready at the front of the tower.
Looking at the dragons flying in the sky, Anastasia sighed, “It really brings back memories. The last time I saw such a scene was during the Great Continental War.”
The surrounding tower members fell silent, unsure how to respond, since none of them were born then. Just at that moment, a panicked tower member rushed in and said, “Lord, that group of fanatics has charged to the bottom of the tower!”
“They’re just ordinary people who have been eroded. Since they are already eroded, there’s no need to show mercy; this is what we agreed on from the beginning.”
Anastasia showed a puzzled expression, seemingly wondering why this tower member was so flustered.
“No, my lord, they said they are here to help us repair the tower!”
“Ah?”
