Episode 167
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By the time Dale reached the 60th floor of the tower, it was not a grand army of the dead that stood in his way.
The hooded man was there alone. He wasn’t even a wizard, which was supposed to be in this class.
“… … Sir.”
“Welcome, Prince Dale. I’ve been waiting for you.”
The black magician called Nosara laughed as if he was enjoying himself.
“It seems that the old dark mother is very fond of Confucius.”
“Is there a reason you came all the way here?”
“I have come to talk to the young and intelligent Confucius.”
There is no one who does not know about the existence of this old man in the black tower… … no, the old monster.
The old man took off his hood. What was revealed under the hood was nothing but skin, a mummy on the verge of drying up. The shell was so thin that the silhouette of the skull was clearly visible.
I didn’t know that Eris was an ancient being that had been passed down from the beginning of Saxony, but this man’s case was different. He was an old wizard who had maintained an immortal life by the side of the old heads of Saxony, the Black Tower Lords, who ruled the tower for generations.
It’s Lich.
“When I was young, I hated the foolishness and ignorance of youth.”
“Do you not like what I said?”
Dale asked back.
“Oh, that’s impossible.”
The old man laughed as if it was absurd. It was an utterly hollow laughter, as if the soul was being sucked out of it.
“As rivers dry up and mountains erode, the only thing that turns the wheel of history is the blood of turbulence.”
The power of blood. Dale swallowed softly at those words.
“I think the spirit of the Confucius who wants to breathe life into the Black Tower is very admirable.”
“I appreciate you saying so.”
Dale bowed his head silently.
“But for us, who are growing old and shabby, shamefully, the only thing left is dignity.”
The old man said that and smiled as if he was happy.
“As you know, even for Confucius, it is not easy to win the hearts of the old parents who have nothing left but stubbornness.”
“… … .”
“Okay, then please try to persuade me.”
The old man opened his mouth happily, and Dale had only one way to persuade him.
The blood of the Dark Lord covered his body, and the avatar of the Shadow Lord took shape.
In front of the oldest elder of the Black Tower and the highest-ranking wizard closest to the five peaks of the magic realm.
Centered around the heart, the three-colored magical powers of black, red, and blue began to swirl intricately.
“Ah, you are such a vibrant young man. It’s really nice to see you.”
The old man continued speaking while looking at the armor of the dark blood.
“But unfortunately, this old woman doesn’t have the willpower to stand up to the Confucius’s temperament. Isn’t it no different from the Red Tower’s insistence on strength above all else?”
“That is exactly what you said.”
Dale nodded.
“The organization called the Black Tower is ultimately nothing more than a world of the powerful who use force to determine superiority and hierarchy.”
“Hoo.”
“No matter how many circles there are, how sophisticated the formula is, how powerful the magic is, how strong the dead are, ultimately, no matter how much you try to explain it, the order of the Black Tower is ultimately run by ‘power.’ So how are we any different from the Red Tower?”
“But isn’t that the world of magic?”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to say.”
Dale smiled as if he had been waiting for this.
“What our Black Tower pursues is the power of truth, not magic. Nevertheless, why is it that status and superiority in the tower are determined solely by the power of magic and the number of circles?”
“Hoo.”
“From the very beginning, violence is not necessary in the spirit of our Black Tower. In other words… … .”
Dale said.
“It means that those who seek the dark truth do not necessarily have to be magicians.”
“… … !”
Only then did the expression on Nosa’s face disappear. At the same time, the agitation of the elders watching Dale could be clearly felt.
“The wisdom of the dark will be granted equally to those who do not know magic.”
Dale said.
“If you must use magic, someone who can use magic will be there to help you.”
Saying something so shocking that even the Black Knights wouldn’t dare to imagine.
“Even those with a low number of circles, or those who cannot use magic, will be able to obtain the highest level of the tower if they achieve the corresponding results. Their thoughts will bring new wisdom to our black world.”
It was a groundbreaking move that literally turned the organization of the Magic Tower upside down.
“Separately, there will be a new place for warlocks who pursue pure strength.”
The current organization called the Black Tower will be reborn as a form in which wisdom alone determines everything, purely for the purpose of pursuing the truth.
However, that does not mean that he had any intention of unilaterally abandoning those who had already acquired power in the Black Tower or those who had gained their status in the tower through the strength of their magic.
“However, it will not be a black tower, but rather an ‘armed organization’ directly under the Duke of Saxony.”
“… … .”
“Rather than building some kind of flimsy defensive fortification that is not even good enough for war games, I plan to train my warlocks solely for the purpose of preparing for real war and combat.”
Dale said.
“I will learn the best commanding skills to win the battle, and furthermore, I will train with the combined arms of the Saxon House’s Night Raven Knights.”
“Hahaha, this is true!”
At those words, Nosa began to laugh as if he could not stand it any longer.
“It’s truly amazing. It’s so amazing and groundbreaking that I can’t find words to describe it.”
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“Isn’t that reasonable?”
Dale asked back.
“The old man told me to persuade him, and I am willing to help him achieve my goal.”
Kneel respectfully before him.
“Then let me ask you something, your high-spirited and intelligent master.”
Just then, Nosa asked back.
“Assuming there are elders who do not agree with your will, how will you persuade them?”
“We will talk and persuade them as much as we can. We will negotiate day and night until they are at least convinced.”
“But what if the negotiations ultimately break down?”
“As the old man said, the current Black Tower organization is no different from the Red Tower that worships power. In the end, it is a world of violence where strength as a magician justifies everything.”
Dale answered coldly.
“Then, according to the way of our wizards, we have no choice but to speak with force.”
As the successor to the Black Tower, and furthermore, as the son of the Black Tower Lord who reigns at the top of the Black Tower.
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“This is impossible!”
After Dale and Nosa finished talking, the elders of the Black Tower gathered in the room.
“How dare you allow someone who doesn’t know magic into the sacred Black Tower! This is outrageous!”
Needless to say, there weren’t many who readily agreed to Dale’s offer.
Meanwhile, the Shadow Lord was carrying out the tower’s tests by breaking through the tower’s layers one by one.
Justifying everything through his strength as a wizard.
The defensive positions and the undead army set up by the 5th Circle Warlocks literally had no meaning. They were just sacrificial lambs that proved the Shadow Lord’s power in front of everyone.
‘I deeply sympathize with Prince Dale’s wishes!’
But that was just then.
Only then did class defenders begin to appear who agreed with Dale’s will rather than resisting it. Not everyone resisted Dale’s will.
The very method by which Dale reformed the Black Tower organization was quite easy to understand.
The idea is to distinguish between the cultivation of powerful magician powers and the pursuit of truth as separate concepts.
“It was us.”
The old man laughed heartily as if he was happy to see that sight.
“The reason the Black Tower was stagnant was not because of the ban on biological experiments, but because our stubborn old men trampled on the newly energized spirit of the times.”
“Ha, Haona, old man!”
“Now, look at the expressions on the faces of those children, their eyes shining with agreement with Confucius’s words!”
The labor union said, unable to contain its excitement.
“This old woman’s stubbornness is so shameful and embarrassing that I feel like hiding in a hole.”
“But, the tradition of black is so one-sided… … .”
“Do you have anything to say to me?”
Just then, the old man’s skull, with its flesh almost peeled off, turned towards him. For a moment, the elder tried to say something, but remained silent.
“Hehe, it seems that Confucius was right.”
Black Tower Lord, along with Eris, is the oldest and most powerful of the Black Tower Lords.
And as Dale said, this is a world of ‘ignorant people’ where strength as a wizard determines the superiority of the argument itself. Furthermore, according to the laws of that world, no one dares to raise an objection in front of the old master.
“What this old man wants to see is just a new era.”
The old man said.
“And I can’t wait for the new era that Prince Dale will bring. I can’t wait.”
Even if I screamed as I was dying that I didn’t have the strength left to face Dale, it wouldn’t change his true appearance.
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At some point in the 70th tier, the resistance blocking the Shadow Lord’s path ceased.
Dale, too, was finally able to understand its meaning.
The elder organization of the Black Tower, the Black Guard, must have finally come to one in their will.
Furthermore, it goes without saying who united their will.
The Black Successor climbed the tiers of the tower without anyone stopping him.
The 71st, 79th, 86th, and 98th floors.
Excluding the 100th floor that exists for the Black Tower Lord and the 99th floor where the Black Agent, Eris, resides… … the floor of the tier guardians, which is the third-ranking in the tower.
“Welcome, Your Majesty.”
The old man was there.
As the 98th class guardian, I would like to convey the elders’ wishes on behalf of the Black Council.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Oh, it’s still too early to be thanking you.”
But just then, Nosa waved his arms and laughed.
“Is there anything else you would like to ask for?”
“Yes, of course. There is something I really wish for.”
At those words, the entire world was dyed in ink.
It was a world in ink painting.
The world of oriental paintings, where all things that exist are depicted solely through the three-dimensionality of ink and wash.
In that very world, several cranes drawn with ink and ink brush flew up, flapping their wings.
Like a flock of crows flying behind the back of a black ball.
“Would you please let this stubborn old lady know about the youth of the new era?”
The old man smiled, as if he were about to cross the Falun Dasan Mountain.
