Hick's Helplessness and the Black and White Wizards' Schemes

Chapter 220 Hick's Helplessness and the Black and White Wizards' Schemes

"I will obey Your Majesty's orders."

Monet bowed in response, his voice calm and even.

However, beneath his lowered eyelids, his thoughts surged like a tidal wave.

Is His Majesty Hick's disdain for the "key" and the history of the sea god based on the wizard's consistent absolute self-confidence, or is it some kind of—

Cognitive biases arising from the passage of time?

Among the oldest scrolls of the Tower of Eternity, written on dragon skin or stardust silk, the descriptions of the fallen sea god seem to carry a subtle hint of not being entirely victorious, and—the taboo mention of the word "return."

The clue that His Majesty considered insignificant, the "key," likely involves far more than just a powerful stone; it may be an underestimated ancient echo capable of overturning existing understanding.

"Go."

Hick waved his hand, his figure disappearing back into the deepest shadow behind the throne, leaving only the wall of shadow reflecting the chaos and blemishes, silently demonstrating the upheaval and unknown nature of Erbin Island.

Mochamo and Monet exchanged another glance, their eyes meeting briefly before looking away.

The two nodded slightly, reaching a superficial understanding of cooperation, then turned around and quickly left the oppressive Shadow Royal Court one after the other.

Mochamo walked hurriedly down the corridor, his black wizard robe billowing behind him in a chilling gust of wind.

He had to act immediately, mobilizing all available forces in the Silent Forest: especially the Shadowbinders and Soulbreakers skilled in tracking and combat, while also closely monitoring the movements of the White Wizards.

His Majesty's order is to bring back the core; as for the process—Mokamo has his own methods.

Monet's steps, on the other hand, appeared much more steady.

He walked a little behind, watching Mochamo's slightly anxious back, a knowing glint in his eyes.

He didn't need to compete with Mochamo for the so-called "first credit"; his goals were much more ambitious.

"Eternal Holy Flame — Fire of Proclamation —"

Feeling the two distinct yet originating flames within his body, a barely perceptible hint of helplessness flashed across Hick's deep eyes.

Having possessed these two primordial flames, symbolizing the ultimate opposites and unity of forces, for a long time, he has always been dedicated to reforging them into one, returning them to their original, complete form.

After all, they are originally one and of the same origin, and in Hick's view, the state of division is itself a kind of incompleteness and imperfection.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

No matter how much effort he put in, what secret techniques he used, or even the numerous ancient fusion rituals collected by the Eternal Night Dynasty, he was always on his toes.

These two flames, like oil and water, seemed to temporarily merge under the pressure of a powerful force. Once the pressure eased slightly, they would immediately return to their distinct state, one blazing like the light of creation, the other deathly still like the end of all things.

"What exactly is missing?"

This question haunted him like a nightmare.

He repeatedly sank into the depths of his consciousness, searching and analyzing the fragments of memories from the otherworldly soul named "Zhang Tianbei," trying to find a clue or inspiration.

That vast memory, belonging to another world and system, was one of the important sources of his power and knowledge.

However, what's frustrating is that even this supposedly complete memory of another world seems to be shrouded in mystery when it comes to certain key points, especially the fusion of these primordial powers, with unnatural gaps and breaks appearing.

It was as if—something had been deliberately blurred or erased by a higher power, leaving him unable to find any valuable clues!

This sense of "absence" at this crucial point is exactly the same as the "obstacle" of the flames merging before him, making him vaguely feel that this is by no means a coincidence.

"If it weren't for the necessity of fusing these two flames, it would be possible—"

Hick's gaze involuntarily fell once again on the wall of shadow; the chaotic, mottled landscape in the direction of Erbin Island was still glaringly obvious.

If it weren't for forces like the "Ship of Sighs" discovering the so-called key of the sea god in this area, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble.

"Once I've fully integrated, there will be no more objections to these archipelagos!"

Tower of Eternity (newly built), Observatory.

Monet stood beneath a massive planetarium constructed of pure crystal and mithril, surrounded by slowly rotating rings engraved with countless rune tracks.

Several core members of the White Wizards stood silently behind him.

"Master, are we really going to assist Mochamo?"

A younger white wizard couldn't help but ask, his tone filled with resentment.

"That 'key' —"

Monet raised his hand, stopping him from saying anything more.

His gaze pierced through the transparent dome of the observatory, looking at the starry sky that appeared somewhat disordered due to the changes on Erbin Island.

"His Majesty's order is to find the Dark Blood Core."

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Monet's voice was calm.

"We, the Tower of Eternity, will naturally do our utmost, using our astronomical instruments and the compass of veins, to trace the path of that vanished space. This is our duty, and also our obedience to His Majesty's decree."

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He paused, then subtly changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over each of the white wizards present: "However, there should be no forbidden zones in the pursuit of knowledge."

Your Majesty focuses on the core issue: the practical value of its power.

But we, the Eternal Tower, as guardians and explorers of knowledge, cannot ignore any clues related to it, especially—the key chosen by the core.

With a light tap of his fingertip, a soft light entered the planetarium, and some parts of the instrument began to operate in a trajectory different from the conventional tracking mode, more subtle and more focused on the resonance of some kind of "bloodline" or "contract".

"Form two teams. One team will be overtly involved, assisting Mochamo's search and providing necessary spatial trajectory analysis. The other team—"

Monet's voice was low, carrying an undeniable determination.

"You, Lofi, will lead this personally."

Using the "Reflection of the Heart Lake" technique, do not follow the violent energy at the core, but try to sense the unique life ripples or soul imprints that the "key" may retain.

Remember, find him, but don't disturb him, and more importantly, don't let him fall into Mochamo's hands.

We need to observe and understand why he was chosen by the core, and what his connection is to the fallen sea god.

"Yes, Tower Master!"

The witch named Lophie solemnly accepted the order, her eyes gleaming with a thirst for unknown knowledge.

Monet looked up at the starry sky again and murmured to himself, "His Majesty Chick saw a powerful stone, but we—perhaps we should look at the hand that holds the stone, and the ancient truth that this hand may point to, buried in the dust."

This is not disobeying orders, but rather—for the Eternal Night Dynasty, and for all wizards, to find an alternative path besides conquest and destruction when facing truly ancient beings.

At the same time, in the Silent Forest, in the Dark Palace.

Dozens of crystals shimmering with dark light floated in front of Mokamo, each connected to an elite wizard belonging to him.

"Everyone, listen up!"

Mochamo's voice traveled through the crystal, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"Target: The vanished area of ​​Erbin Island. Search for the Dark Blood Core! Utilize all tracking techniques, including Shadow Creatures and Painful Echoes! Any obstacles encountered are to be killed without mercy!"

He emphasized the last four words.

Also, be wary of those who say "The White Wizard's Eternal Tower".

Any information they provide must undergo triple verification.

If they engage in any unusual behavior unrelated to the search for the core—report it to me immediately.

He added that the gloom in his eyes had deepened.

"Yes, Lord Mochamo!" The unified voices echoed back through the crystal.

Mochamo cut off the communication and stood alone in the dark hall, toying with a jet-black dagger in his hand.

A faint, almost imperceptible, crimson light swirled along the blade of the dagger.

"The key—humph."

He snorted coldly.

"No matter what special you are, in the face of absolute power, you are just a stepping stone to the pinnacle of power."

I hope you won't get in my way, otherwise—”

He didn't finish speaking, but the slight spatial fluctuation caused by his fingertips tracing the blade of the dagger said it all.

The search net, already cast from within the Eternal Night Dynasty, with entirely different purposes and expectations, has quietly spread to that unknown and chaotic void.

The young man woke up with a severe headache.

What comes into view is a bizarre, ever-distorting void background, and the old miner Kahn's face, which is filled with worry and complex emotions.

"Uncle Kahn—where is this—?"

Aji's voice was hoarse, and he felt a burning and stinging sensation in his right arm.

"It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake—"

Kahn breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was awake, but the heaviness in his eyes did not lessen.

"Child, we may be in deep trouble, or we may have stumbled upon an incredible opportunity."

He smiled wryly and pointed to Aji's right arm.

Aji looked down and saw the complex mark that emitted a faint light and pulsed slowly like a living thing.

A strange, massive flow of information seemed to lurk beneath the mark, ready to burst forth, filling him with both fear and a strange sense of intimacy.

"What is this?!"

He stroked the mark, the burning sensation seemingly soothing some kind of throbbing deep within his soul.

"This is the mark of the key, the brand of dark blood."

Kahn's voice was deep and solemn.

"Legend has it that those who can awaken the Dark Blood Core will be marked with this symbol, becoming the key to open a certain 'door'."

He looked around at the shattered space and sighed, "It seems the legends are true. We activated something we shouldn't have touched. Now, I'm afraid all the big shots in the entire Boers Islands are looking for us."

Aji was stunned.

He was just an ordinary young man who went down into the mine to make a living, and at most—he would occasionally have strange dreams about stars and ancient ruins.