The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Although most high-level professionals chose Anjou, Capet was not without normal high-level professionals who came to join him.

Marshall is a high-level professional, and not only that, he is also an insider who escaped from the tower.

"Director...I'm sorry."

Although Marshall came to Capet because of Deborah, he was still filled with shame when he actually met her.

After all, he escaped, escaped from the tower, escaped from the cause of sacrificing himself for all mankind.

Seeing Marshall's ashamed face, Deborah sighed deeply.

"Fear is human nature, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Deborah patted Marshall's head. Although he was middle-aged, Marshall, with his full beard, still looked like a child who had made a mistake in front of Deborah.

"At least you didn't choose to make the situation more chaotic. Since it was Lady Anastasia who let you escape, you don't need to blame yourself."

Marshall didn't respond, but his heavy breathing revealed his deep remorse.

"And even if you escape, you can continue to take responsibility."

As Deborah led Marshall to the laboratory she was in charge of, she said, "High-level professionals in this country generally don't go to the front lines, because we have our own battlefields too."

When Marshall entered the laboratory, he saw black mist floating in the transparent glassware.

"This is because a special device was used to draw the black mist into the sealing vessel."

Deborah explained.

"Our primary task now is to find a way to completely eliminate the black fog."

There were also several other members who had escaped from the tower. These members had all been hiding in their hometowns after escaping, but Deborah persuaded them to return one by one.

Unlike the unofficial members, these members who joined the Tower all had a sense of mission. Now there was an opportunity to save the Tower and humanity simply by sitting in the laboratory, without having to venture into the dangerous ocean of consciousness. Most of them decided to help Deborah.

The members all looked somewhat embarrassed when they saw Marshall.

After all, in a sense, we are all deserters from the tower.

However, the people present quickly came to their senses. It was all a lie to say he was a deserter; they should focus on finishing their research first.

Deborah showed Marshall the laboratory while explaining the current research progress.

"With the help of the North, we analyzed the super-level magic used by the Avars. Although the Avars' super-level magic has become incredibly diverse, the real problem doesn't lie in the super-level magic itself."

"The real danger is the corpse of the Outer God that was left behind, the Outer God hidden in the permafrost, which was not completely destroyed."

Deborah, her face ashen, led Marshall to the Outer God's flesh and blood that Lind had previously preserved, and said, "Marshall, do you know the history of the Tower?"

Marshall nodded. Although he didn't know as much as Deborah, he still knew some basics. The Tower had been closed for a period of time in history. During that time, the remaining humans outside were fighting against the descending Outer Gods. When the Tower made contact with the world again, the world's civilization had already regressed severely.

"Perhaps during that period of isolation, the outside world unleashed magic that is unimaginable to us today, a true super-level magic capable of changing the world."

Marshall stopped following Deborah.

"Director, do you mean there's a higher level of magic than higher-level magic?"

"I do not know."

Deborah shook her head: "But from our research on the flesh and blood of the Outer God, we found a clue. This Outer God must have just descended upon the Eternal Frozen Land at that time, and then the people of that time used some extremely powerful magic, which not only changed the environment, but also destroyed all the Outer Gods."

Deborah looked at the sealed flesh and said, "This Outer God was only hit by the aftershocks, and due to the change in the environment at the time, his body was fortunately preserved in the permafrost."

Looking at the research records on the table, Marshall suddenly realized something and said, "So, a part of the super-level magic remained inside this Outer God?"

The research room was deathly silent until Deborah spoke: "The sleeping demon god seems to have undergone some kind of change. His flesh and blood have merged with the super-level magic of the past. Now, the super-level magic resonates with him. He is absorbing the power of the super-level magic and is trying to help the pollution in the ocean of consciousness break through the seal. Or rather, part of the pollution in the ocean of consciousness is the power of this outer god."

"Of course, all of this is just speculation, and our priority right now is to find a way to get rid of that annoying black fog."

Deborah produced her observation records of the black fog.

"The black fog will dissipate over time, but we can't wait that long."

"This black mist is a sacrifice. The power of that Outer God used his own flesh and blood as a medium to influence this real world through super-level magic. If someone's mind and mental state become problematic, then they will be corrupted and eroded by the Outer God."

Deborah was somewhat worried, which meant that each time the Outer God's flesh and blood were used as a catalyst to use super-level magic, it would strengthen the Outer God's physical body and the corrupted power in the sea of ​​consciousness. If this happened a few more times, the Outer God might be fully awakened.

Super-level magic became the catalyst for the resurgence of the Outer Gods.

That governor might be able to deal with the demons in the black mist, but he couldn't eliminate the black mist from which the Outer Gods were drawing power.

However, Deborah's research was not standing still.

"In theory, there is a core made of the flesh and blood of the Outer God in this black mist. As long as we break the core and study the magic properties that are opposite to those of this black mist, that is, magic that can neutralize the power of the Outer God, we can purify this black mist. This is also the basic principle of breaking the curse."

Marshall nodded. Curses were exactly what he was good at, and his colleagues at the Tower had made some progress in their research. If he could help, they might actually be able to clear away the black mist. If the black mist could be cleared away, then at least the Tower could reappear in the world amidst the black mist.

Not only that, Deborah brought good news: "We have now figured out the location of the core within the black mist."

"Does that mean that as long as we develop magic of the opposite nature, we can clear away this black mist?"

"Do not."

Deborah shook her head; she had more bad news.

"The estimated core location is too high; even a dragon would have a hard time reaching it, at least for now."

Deborah turned her gaze to the ceiling of the research institute: "Unless we can launch an attack directly from the sky."