Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

"Oh? That sounds interesting!" Alduin showed interest.

"To tell you the truth, I became a god only by devouring the godhead of the Demon God of Knowledge." Mirak said with a smile.

"Oh? You can do this kind of thing?" Alduin was a little surprised.

"Yes, after all, strictly speaking, the Dragonborn is the incarnation of the Dragon God of Time, so it is not surprising that I can swallow the godhead of the Demon God of Knowledge." Miraak said.

"But you don't seem to be crazy..."

"Well, this requires strict control of the dosage. I know that with my current ability, I can only swallow one percent of the knowledge and godhead at most." Mirak said distressedly.

Alduin narrowed his eyes upon hearing this. "One percent? Then your strength is probably about the same as Cong Shen."

"Yes, if we fight head-on, it is impossible for me to defeat you." Mirak nodded seriously.

"Hahaha! Do you want to lure me into battle?" Alduin snorted in his heart. "I won't be fooled!"

"Oh? Then how can you go further?" Alduin asked pretending to be curious.

"It's very simple. I can enslave the giant dragons and force them to eat a small amount of the knowledge demon god's godhead. Then I will kill them and swallow the dragon soul."

"In this way, after their purification, I can infinitely swallow the godhead of the Demon God of Knowledge without any side effects." Miraak shared his core secret with Alduin.

"Ah! That's such a pity, because most of the dragons have been banished to the turbulence of time and space by me, and you have no chance to improve." Alduin said with regret.

"That's really a pity." Mirak shook his head.

He silently calculated in his mind that Alduin had unknowingly devoured 10% of the Demon God of Knowledge. At this rate, Alduin will go crazy in a week.

Of course, Alduin would likely discover the problem before then, so Miraak added an extra layer of insurance.

He has already buried the dragon soul tearing trap in those devoured godheads. As long as Alduin devours it for two more days, when he detonates the trap, Alduin will die due to the dragon soul tearing his body apart. Will drop soul fragments.

At that time, he can activate the dragonborn's special attributes and absorb these soul fragments. At that time, his strength will be unprecedentedly powerful.

"I have told you my secret, can you answer me a question?" Milak asked with a smile.

"Ask, but I may not answer." Alduin nodded.

"Why do you want to destroy the world?" Milak asked.

"Don't say that you are the embodiment of destruction. Such words can only deceive the stupid public. In fact, I have seen love in you."

"..." After Alduin was silent for a while, he broke the shocking news.

"Because in the war between the Holy Spirit and the Demon God, the Holy Spirit has lost." Alduin said quietly.

"How could it be? The barrier of the Holy Spirit is still strong, and the demon gods cannot enter the Nirn planet at all." Mirak was slightly stunned.

"Souls are wonderful things. They are, so to speak, polymers of the projections of the gods."

"Every evil desire of sentient beings corresponds to a demon, and every good thought of them corresponds to a Holy Spirit."

"Do you think the current intelligent life is generally more inclined towards evil or good?" Alduin issued a soul torture.

"..." Mirak thought for a while. "I think it's more evil because they keep launching wars for their own desires."

"The war between the Thalmor elves and the empire has reduced the number of intelligent creatures on this continent by two-thirds."

Alduin nodded upon hearing this. "In fact, when the last Dragon Blood Emperor disappeared, the Dragon God was already full of disappointment in the world."

"Because the dragon-blooded emperor disappeared, the main reason was not the invasion of foreign enemies, but the fight between his brothers. Even the descendants of dragon-blooded ones are so ugly, let alone those ordinary creatures."

"The Dragon God couldn't see any truth, goodness or beauty in them. The Dragon God's pessimism made me find the coordinates, so I came back."

Milak frowned upon hearing this. "How could the Holy Spirits give up on all living beings?"

"Of course they didn't give up. If they had given up, then there wouldn't be two dragonborns appearing at the same time to stop me." Alduin touched his belly.

"Try to stop me! If you stop me, this world can survive for a while."

"..."

After a long silence, Milak asked again: "If the entire Nairn planet is destroyed, what will happen next?"

"After Nirn disappears, the Holy Spirits will reside in those miserable souls. These souls will be divided among the various demon gods."

"The Kingdom of the Demon God will become the new arena. At that time, the Holy Spirit and the Demon God will start a face-to-face battle."

"Arena..." Mirak thought this word was very appropriate.

"Yes, from beginning to end, Nirn is just an arena for the gods, just like Summoner's Rift."

"Want a game?" Alduin invited.

"bring it on."

The two turned on customization, Miraak chose the Angel of Judgment, and Alduin chose the Desert Death.

"You chose Angel?" Alduin said with a smile: "Angel versus Desert Death, the winning rate is only 40%."

"Even if the odds of winning are low, there is still hope, right?" Mirak also smiled.

"But your opponent is me, and you have no chance of winning." Alduin pointed out.

"As long as I delay it long enough, I will definitely win against you." Mirak also harbored murderous intentions.

Just as the two were tit for tat, Serana's mother, hidden in the Soul Cairn, suddenly found that the barrier that restricted her was broken.

However, the breaking of the barrier did not bring her any joy, but instead made her feel a little uneasy.

Although she seems to be imprisoned by the ideal master, isn't this a kind of protection?

She hurriedly walked to a box, opened it, and found another ancient scroll inside.

She put the ancient scroll on her back and prepared to leave. She had a gut feeling that it was no longer safe here.

"Where should I go?" She suddenly became confused.

"Go home, my wife." A demonic voice sounded from behind Serana's mother.

She turned around in horror. "Haha! How could you possibly find me!"

But the mustache showed an evil smile. "Hahaha, your breath has been blocked by something before, but now the shield has disappeared. I came here smelling your scent."

Mustache hugged Serana's mother. Serana's mother tried to break free, but was unable to do so.

"When did you become so strong!" Serana's mother looked in disbelief.