Chapter 823: The Rebirth of Ni Tiansi
When the Black Hawk's military nobles arrived in the Narcissus Principality, they were immediately warmly welcomed.
Inside the warm Mage Tower, upon seeing them arrive, the Mage Lords who had been waiting there for a long time took the initiative to greet them.
Several tough, middle-aged men in pure black military uniforms smiled and embraced the handsome men and beautiful women in thin robes across from them, exchanging cheek kisses. It was impossible to tell that they had been fighting for months.
"Bless you with holy blood, brother. Congratulations on the founding of your nation... and congratulations on your rejuvenation."
"May the Holy Blood boil day and night, dear sisters. You are free."
Several Black Hawk nobles offered heartfelt congratulations.
They call each other brothers and sisters, which is also the most intimate name among the Moon Children. It usually only appears among the Moon Children of the same faith.
While the Black Eagles held slightly different beliefs than the Moon Children of the Narcissus Principality, the Black Eagle nobles themselves were not direct descendants of the Red Prime Minister and had been constantly at war. Their faith in the Banquet Master was not so steadfast. It was simply because the mainstream faith in the Star Antimony was the Banquet Master that they obeyed orders—or rather, followed the trend and worshipped the Banquet Master.
And now that Hong Xiang is dead, it is not impossible for them to convert to Xue Tiansi.
In this situation, being called "brothers and sisters" can be quite helpful. It gives people a sense of having their beliefs recognized.
——Just like pagans respectfully greet each other according to the greeting method of their sect.
The leading male mage smiled and nodded for this very reason: "Thank you, General Miller, General Hepburn."
He looked very happy and enthusiastically hugged each of the Black Hawk nobles.
He is Lord Yuland, the most powerful of the wizard lords in the Narcissus Principality.
He is also the only old wizard who has lived from the time of the last Narcissus Prince Dracula Tepesh to the present day.
Major General Miller speculated in his heart.
When he first came here, Lord Yuland was still a frail old man who looked like he was about to die after taking two steps.
The last time he came here, he had become the Son of the Moon and had returned to his middle-aged age of forty or fifty.
But now, he has regained his youthfulness of his twenties or thirties, and walks as briskly as the wind!
——As children of the moon, why can’t they regain their youth?
Is it because... of the rituals and magic bestowed upon the believers by the Blood Sky Master?
And their changes don't stop there.
Originally, these mages should have been physically fragile and weak.
Their souls are too powerful - the power gained in the ascension ceremony is all used to transform the soul, while the transformation of the body is neglected, which can easily lead to "soul-body imbalance syndrome". The result is a headache every day after waking up.
The pain worsens day by day. Only by taking secret medicine every day can I maintain my condition.
But now, each of these mages was incredibly strong, their blood boiling. Their bodies, scorching like a normal person's fever, their limbs, untrained yet still powerful, were clearly felt by the Black Eagle nobles as they embraced them. Despite being children of the Moon, they lacked this trait, their body temperatures no different from those of ordinary humans. They only heated up when excited.
...Is this the magic of the Blood Sky Master?
The biggest difference between them and the Moon Children on Xingti's side was... their pupils were bright red, gleaming like rubies. But the pupils of these mages were dark red, closer to black-brown than red, like dried blood.
Just looking at it directly would make people feel timid... If it were an ordinary person, they would probably tremble uncontrollably.
——That is the secondary fear aura.
Major General Miller recognized this ability.
It is not a spell, but a special ability that remains constant in the body.
"Thanks to you, General."
Lord Yuland nodded gratefully. "If it weren't for your help... if your brave warriors had rushed in at all costs, I'm afraid they would have caused considerable trouble for my students."
"Students... Lord Yuland really dotes on them." General Hepburn smiled.
"There's nothing I can do. Just as children are always children in front of their parents, to a mage lord, even if those apprentices have graduated from us for decades, they are still our students."
Lord Yuland said cheerfully, "This is our tradition. It has been the same for hundreds of years."
Only at this moment can one see some signs of aging in his smile and tone.
The essence of the Mage Tower is a kind of academic clique. Its teaching model is similar to that of the Spirit Tower, but it is fundamentally different.
Because all the top officials of the Narcissus Principality are mages, and they can only be mages.
In the Narcissus Principality, an official who does not possess wisdom will be directly regarded as incompetent.
Similarly, those without a mainstream path to a professional rank were unable to achieve power. However, in the Narcissus Principality, this discrimination was even more severe than Avalon's promotion of the authoritarian path—because lacking a rank in the authoritarian path only proved that you were rebellious, unruly, and unwilling to manage others.
Young mage apprentices studied from different mage towers, sharing the same teachers. They were naturally arrogant and exclusive—after all, mages came from the Path of Wisdom, and their intelligence was suppressed... generally, they didn't get along well with other paths.
Their seniors, who were their predecessors in the same profession and shared the same path, had a closer relationship because of their master-disciple relationship. This teacher-student relationship was far more trustworthy than kinship or fellow townspeople, and it was also easier to trace responsibilities.
As a result, all officials would favor and promote their fellow students. As the masters of the Mage Tower, the Mage Lords, even though they were not officials or true "lords," possessed far greater control than foreign lords, naturally controlling all local affairs.
It was precisely for this reason that the Star Antimony people were unable to govern the Narcissus Principality. With the Black Eagle Territory in between, they ultimately had to allow these mages to govern themselves.
However, facing Lord Yuland's seemingly humble and friendly, yet still somewhat arrogant words, the two generals did not react at all.
After all, this was not the first time they had dealt with these mage lords.
Even before they became Moon Children.
Now that they've become immortals, with powerful bodies that compensate for a mage's greatest weakness, it's only natural that they've become even more arrogant. After all, they were all adaptors before—though the definition of adaptability has changed, the ability to speak the truth to people and the lies to demons remains.
"According to the previous agreement," Lord Yulande smiled and nodded reservedly, "You secretly helped us establish our country, and then we began to help you establish yours."
"Thank you for keeping your promise, brother." Major General Miller nodded gratefully.
"It's alright, General. The Mage Tower isn't one to break their promises. Besides, in the long run, those who don't keep their promises will only be attacked by the masses. If you break your promise once, you'll be condemned by generations to come. It's been like this since ancient times."
Lord Yuland nodded slightly and said calmly, "That's just how the Star Antimony people are—none of their past promises have been fulfilled. Now, their economy is being manipulated by those lowly goblins, yet they'd rather let those foolish ministers run amok than let us intervene. Little did they know that the apparent easing of the situation was merely a temporary solution... Now that something's wrong, they're asking us to shoulder the financial burden.
"Xingti has fallen to such a fate, deserted by its friends and relatives... In the long run, this is simply a historical inevitability. Balance, Transcendence, Twilight, Love... four great factions, yet none of them excels at governing. If they don't have the Eye of Wisdom, they should at least have the Sword of Authority—but they have neither.
"The Xingti people claim to be the orthodox descendants of the Empire, wanting to learn the Imperial Way, but they haven't been able to fully grasp it. Little do they realize that learning halfway is the most harmful. The majority of Imperial-era staff, chancellors, and ministers were born into mages, and there must be a reason for this. Eight hundred years ago, there was a chancellor of the Empire who came from the Path of Balance. Do you know what he did..."
Lord Yuland began to speak, quoting from classics and talking endlessly.
The two generals were both rough men, and it was a headache for them to hear this. But they couldn't deny the lords their respect, after all, they would need the help of the Narcissus Principality next.
So they could only wait here, sincerely sighing: "It is indeed so..."
And as they formed an alliance in the Mage Tower.
The dream world also changed accordingly—
In the dream world, there is also a crystal mountain range covered with snow.
The silver-haired knight in silver armor was holding his helmet, kneeling on one knee and bidding farewell to the Silver Crown Dragon in the distance.
"The Warrior Kingdom has begun the prelude to rebellion. I am leaving, King... I will never forget your kindness."
The Silver Crown Dragon sighed slightly, swayed its head slightly, and made a low sound.
"Go if you wish, Lanmarok. I will not stop you. Remember your oath—you will fight for what is right, and your rebellion will be in accordance with the will of the people.
"Well, from now on... you are no longer my knight."
As the Silver Crown Dragon's voice fell, it seemed as if invisible chains collapsed.
The silver-armored knight Lanmalok breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head for the last time to salute the Silver Crown Dragon, and then placed his helmet on his sword.
He raised high the broken crimson giant sword on the ground.
That was the weapon that once belonged to Antaeus, the god of rebellion who transcended the Way.
Despite being a giant, he fought for justice, rebelling against his own destiny and bloodline in a desperate battle against the Supreme Heaven. Ultimately, he was shattered to pieces by the Supreme Heaven, becoming the only celestial being to truly perish in the battle of heavenly punishment.
Then, he chopped down the sword fiercely, cutting off the helmet and holy sword that Arthur had given him in the past!
The sounds of fracturing and reconstructing echoed continuously, and the silver flames burning in his eyes degenerated into a dark purple fire. With the fragment of the Celestial Master at its core, the power of the Path of Authority within him was continuously transformed into a force that transcended the Path.
The next moment, the silver armor on his body was spread and burned by the ferocious black fire, turning into pitch-black armor.
It is obvious that the transformation of the path will result in a loss of power, but at this moment, the great cause of the continuous rebellions in various countries in the material world has no one to take over.
Rather than letting some ambitious transcendent obtain this power and ascend to become a celestial master...
——It would be better to let him, who has already obtained the fragments of the Anti-Heaven Division, accept it!
The power in his body continued to rise, and his long silver hair fluttered automatically without wind.
"I will provide the power of vengeance to the Avengers! Knights of Vengeance, follow my path!"
Lanmarok raised the crimson dagger in his hand and shouted, "I swear to fight for the rebels!
"My path is the path of rebellion, rising from authority—and falling from transcendence!"
Then, he suddenly stabbed his chest with the fragment of the Celestial Master left by Antaeus, the Anti-Celestial Master... that is, the broken sword.
The impact of the Serpent Father's ascension on the world is becoming more and more profound.
The wall of resistance the Ascended Celestial Master encountered was now incredibly fragile—Lanmarok leaped over it.
At this moment, everyone on earth felt a little rebellious in their hearts at the same time.
Pope Aiwas of the Theocracy was the first to sense it.
This is the third celestial official to be promoted in March...
In the heavy snow, a new Tiansi who transcends the Tao was born.
Different than he remembered.
Perhaps due to the Warrior class's reappearance, Lanmarok didn't become the "Military Master" but instead the new "Rebel Master." He created a new class of his own called the "Black Knight." It was a class for those who rebelled against authority for justice, a true melee class that transcended the Dao.
——History has once again undergone tremendous changes.
And this change has made Tiansi different...
Soon, Pope Eternal Aiwass issued a holy word to all cardinals.
"—The Knight of the Round Table, Lanmaroc, has been elevated to a higher rank. The Nitiansi, who transcends the Way, is born."
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