Chapter 165
Generation after generation, the Saxon lords inherited the wisdom they had accumulated, and with that power, they seized the power of the sovereign. Yet none among them bore the name ‘Shadow Lord’. Not even Dale’s father was an exception.
For they possessed not the Book of the Black Goat. But Dale was different.
Therefore, as the first Shadow Lord, Immortal Gong, had called Dale a ‘usurper’… it was time to seize the throne, just as he had said.
It was the workshop of a certain dark mage.
The Saxons of old were the deep-rooted Apostles of Darkness that people feared. Even the Black Magic Tower, inheriting their ideology, could not be an exception. Monsters of truth, blinded by the truth beyond death, resorting to any means necessary.
A human body lay exposed on the operating table, its abdomen opened. Like a surgeon, the black mage began experimenting with his dark magic, probing the flesh with a surgical precision.
Simultaneously, the knowledge and information he had acquired flowed into Dale’s mind.
The essence of sorcery, accumulated by generations of Saxon lords, was nurturing Dale’s growth as a magician.
Without a shred of conscience, remorse, or regard for moral law… just as the darkness of the Black Legion once did.
By shedding blood, the wheel of history turned, and through it, the accumulated knowledge of Saxony was passed down.
That man had once been one of Saxony’s ancient lords.
Blood, blood! Only through bloodshed does the wheel of history turn!
