The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

A giant dragon is currently engaged in combat with another giant dragon on one of the borders of Cape.

The two dragons did not engage in a fierce battle as in the legends, scratching each other's scales with their claws, nor did they unleash a torrent of dragon breath to clash with each other. Instead, they cautiously probed each other with small-scale magic.

After all, the more powerful the attack, the greater the lag during its execution. This is especially true for dragons flying high in the sky at a height of magical chaos. If it's not a sneak attack, being caught out during the pre-cast or post-cast animation could become a fatal weakness.

Margaret was panting heavily. After all, she was just a merchant, not a dragon skilled in battle. In fact, if the other party really used dragon breath to fight Margaret head-on, Margaret was not confident that she could really block the other party's attack.

Meanwhile, the dragon confronting Margaret had clearly sensed her weakness, but still dared not launch another attack.

Because the exact attack range of Capet's so-called surface-to-air magic missile has not yet been determined, the dragons have no idea what altitude is safe. Under this threat, the dragon is worried that if it really confronts Margaret head-on, it will be shot down by human missiles.

"Foolish fellow countrymen, are you really willing to be dogs for humans?"

Seeing that it couldn't break through head-on, the dragon changed tactics and began verbal attacks. Regardless of whether it could win the dragon over, it would give it a try first.

"Where is your pride as dragons? Where is your majesty as dragons? You are trampling on the scales of our ancestors!"

In response to this verbal provocation, Margaret simply replied, "Humans pay."

"Do you think you can trample on the dragon's majesty just because humans give you money?"

The dragon flapped its enormous wings, appearing extremely angry.

"But humans give a lot of money."

Margaret retorted while resting, well, it wasn't even really a retort.

Seeing that the person opposite her was getting impatient, Margaret asked, "I've heard that you've been exploiting and oppressing people on another continent for so long, even showing yourselves in the form of dragons in front of humans. How many gold coins have you accumulated?"

Upon hearing this, the dragon opposite him became even more proud and said, "We have a stable supply of tribute from humans. If I told you, it would scare you to death. My wealth on that continent is enough to build me a bedroom made of pure gold! And those more powerful dragons are even more amazing. For example, Erex even has a palace made of pure gold."

It's not actually pure gold. Not only is the smelting industry on the continent of Solon substandard, but the productivity level also makes it difficult to mine so many gold mines. The so-called pure gold is actually mixed with many other metals.

But upon hearing this, Margaret's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Dragon form?"

The dragon opposite him twisted its head and neck into a question mark and said, "No, no, no, of course it's human form."

"cut."

Margaret gave a disdainful snort: "That's why I said, money earned from fighting and killing is nowhere near as fast as doing business. A bunch of brainless bastards."

Although it was a low hum, the dragon opposite clearly heard what Margaret was saying and questioned, "And what about you? How much have you made under the rules of the Tower? How can you be so protective of humans!"

Margaret simply stated, "I usually sleep on gold coins."

"That's it?"

The dragon laughed contemptuously and said, "Isn't this still inferior to us?"

"In the form of a dragon."

"..."

These words seemed to shatter the dragon's last psychological defenses, and the dragon roared angrily, "Margaret! You actually sold your dignity as a dragon for a few gold coins and worked for a human!"

Then, the dragon asked in a low voice, "How did you earn so much?"

"You savage dragons will never learn that."

The enraged dragon's breath poured down, startling Margaret into making an emergency maneuver to evade it. The dragon's breath struck the protective barrier of the human base below squarely.

“Margaret, since humans are so rich, why don’t you join us? If we defeat these humans, all their wealth will be ours!”

Margaret blinked and asked, "But didn't you also fail to defeat humans last time?"

"Last time was last time. Last time, besides you not coming to help, there was also that damned tower! But this time, the tower has collapsed! There is no more tower!"

"Oh? Really? I don't think so."

The dragon opposite did not understand what Margaret meant and wanted to continue persuading them to surrender. Suddenly, a light blue pillar of light rose from the direction of the tower.

The dragon turned around, dumbfounded, and looked towards the tower.

"A tower? A towering, towering tower? The tower has come back to life?"

......

Anastasia never dreamed that she could return from the depths of her consciousness, let alone that one day she would see the true form of the tower—the Tower of Babel.

To be honest, Anastasia thought she had lived long enough and seen enough, but frankly, the true form of the tower made Anastasia realize for the first time how short-sighted she had been.

She knew the tower looked different in the Golden Age, and she knew it could reach the sky, but knowing is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.

Through the window that appeared after the tower had transformed and reassembled, Anastasia saw the enormous rings outside. These rings were spinning with a buzzing sound, and the adjacent rings were rotating in different directions. Only when you got close could you see the electronic patterns on these faintly glowing rings.

Others might not be familiar with them, or might even think they are some kind of runes, but Anastasia felt an unusual sense of familiarity with these electronic patterns. In fact, it wouldn't be wrong to call them runes; they are indeed runes, runes from the Golden Age.

At this moment, Anastasia finally understood why the tower's creators were so nostalgic for the civilization of the Golden Age. Not only Anastasia, but everyone else present was awestruck by the sight outside the window.

Now, it's not just the original creators of the tower who fondly remember the golden age.

"I have given you the same level of access."

Lilith was the first to react to the scene before her.

Anna only came to her senses after hearing Lilith say that.

"To be honest, I don't know much about this tower. It's just that, brother... the governor told me to help you repair it and restore it to a usable state, even if it's just enough for one normal use."

"So, I'm counting on you, the manager of the tower."

Lilith's words were very sincere. After all, just by looking at this thing, Lilith felt that she really couldn't handle it on her own unless she connected it to the 550C and burned her brain.

Anastasia looked at the enormous rings outside, then at Lilith, and after repeating this several times, pointed to herself and asked, "Me?"

Although Anastasia had spoken with the governor in her mind's eye and knew that this was her main mission upon returning, looking out the window, even Anastasia fell into deep self-doubt.