Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Dio walked to a nearby town with complicated emotions.

The town is not far from here, but for some reason, it has a desolate and dead atmosphere.

Walking on the dirt road, Dio found that the crops around him were in very poor condition, and the weeds were as tall as the crops.

"Why doesn't anyone seem to be taking care of the farmland?" Dio was a little surprised.

An old man was sitting on a stone, looking down at the blood on the ground.

Dio also noticed the blood stains. This seems to be left over from Vivian's previous escape.

Dio walked to the old man's side.

The old man looked up at him. "I don't have food here, so you don't have to embarrass me."

"I'm not a robber," Dio said.

"Hahaha! What's the difference? One day people will become robbers." The old man laughed hoarsely.

"Today's order has collapsed. No one wants to gain their own fruits through labor anymore. Everyone wants to steal or rob, or place their hopes on others and hope for their charity."

"This world is completely different..." The old man's voice gradually became lower.

"But I see that there are still people planting these fields, but the planting techniques are not very good." Dio looked at the fields on both sides of the road.

"Hey hey hey! I planted all those, but this place is too big and I can't do it alone. Young man, if you are willing, can you help me clear the weeds in these fields?"

"Although it may be too late, we can always recover some losses." A trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes.

"I understand. It seems that even if the order breaks down, there are still people who are holding on to it." Dio nodded, then entered the field and began to clear the weeds.

The old man rested for a while, and then gently buried the blood on the ground with his feet. He didn't know whose blood this was, but the other person was most likely dead.

He has seen too many things like this.

He walked into the field and began to clear away the weeds.

"Young man, if there is really a harvest of these grains, I will share them with you." The old man said.

"..." Dio didn't speak, just worked in silence.

At this moment, some strange noises appeared.

The sound was like the sharp crack of chalk on a blackboard. It makes people feel like they have goosebumps all over their body.

"Huh?" Dio looked up and looked around.

But the old man didn't seem to notice.

"What's wrong with you? Are you tired?" the old man asked.

"No, did you hear any sharp noises?"

"No……"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Dio felt the whole area shake, and then a red guy appeared.

"Huh? How did it come to this wilderness?" The red man was a little confused, and then he saw Dio.

"It turns out that I have located you. It seems that this invasion should be fruitful~ Hehehehe!" The red figure let out an intoxicating laugh.

"Faded ones! Beasts! Get out of my field! Don't destroy them!" After seeing the red figure, the old man cursed excitedly.

"Hmph! Waste? Is that so?" The red figure touched the two swords, splashing out countless sparks. The sparks fell on the field and burned instantly.

"Ah!!! You beast!" The old man ran towards the other side like crazy.

The red figure showed a sarcastic smile.

"Die!"

He jumped up and raised his swords high. He wanted this ant to feel the anger of the Faded One.

Just the moment he landed, a foot came out from the side and kicked him on the waist.

Caught off guard, he was kicked far away.

The surrounding fire had begun to spread, and the old man was wailing.

Dio grabbed the old man by the collar and threw him to the side of the road.

His eyes looked at the red figure.

"Why did you appear suddenly? It doesn't look like an ordinary teleportation." Dio asked.

The red figure stood up slowly, supporting his waist. "Damn it! You are so cruel!"

"But you must have just woken up, right? You don't even know this level of common sense."

Dio did not refute, but nodded.

"You should also know that after the magic ring was broken, the world was also broken. Now the world is divided into countless parts."

"People with insufficient strength like us cannot appear in every world at the same time. Only demigod-level experts can make every world have its own shadow."

"However, some smart people have invented a way to invade other people's worlds, and that's the blood finger invasion method!"

The red figure took out the pendant around his neck. It was a blood-red finger, which looked quite disgusting.

"Is this how you came to my world?" Dio was a little curious.

"Your world? Hahaha! You really think highly of yourself! Not to mention those demigods who can project their shadows to all worlds, you can't even deal with some powerful Faded colleagues!" The red figure mocked unscrupulously. stand up.

"..."

Crackling~ The surrounding fire is getting bigger and bigger.

"Okay, I've almost finished chatting with you. Finally, the fire surrounds you! In the flames, I am the strongest!"

"rise!"

The red figure suddenly raised his swords high, and the surrounding flames seemed to echo his movements, and they instantly rose higher.

A wall of fire had formed around them, and the two were trapped together like beasts in a colosseum.

"Death!" The red figure slammed the big knife on the ground.

The two bright red fire dragons rushed towards Dio.

Dio left a series of afterimages like a ghost, and instantly appeared in front of the red figure.

"You..." The red figure was shocked. Just as he was about to defend himself, he received a heavy punch on the nose.

His mind suddenly went dark, and he fell to the ground.

"Can you continue to tell me something about the Faded Ones?" Dio said, looking at the people on the ground.

The red figure was about to grab his knife, but Dio stepped on his hand.

He tried desperately to pull his hand away, but he couldn't get it out.

"Who the hell are you!" The red figure looked horrified.

He never expected that a newcomer who had just woken up from his sleep would kill him in one glance.

"Haha! Go to hell! Pray! The furnace..."

boom!

Before the red figure could be exported, Dio kicked his head off.

The opponent's body instantly turned to ashes and disappeared, leaving a pool of golden runes on the ground.

Dio stretched out his hand and Rune entered his body.

With the death of the intruder, the area shook violently, and then a harsh explosion sounded again.

Dio's expression froze, and this time he clearly sensed the fluctuations in time and space.

It felt like two huge ships passing each other, their side strings rubbing violently.

Maybe the two worlds are scraping together like a giant ship.

"So this is how the Blood Finger invasion started? It was like a boarding battle with pirates."

"And this kind of invasion should have an anchor point, and the powerful Faded One will become the anchor point of the invasion."

"I don't know how often this happens. If it happens too often, I won't be able to stand it." Dior sighed slightly.

Dio jumped out of the ring of fire. At this time, the field was covered in fire. All the crops were destroyed.

The old man was kneeling on the road, his eyes dull, and he had lost his desire for life.

"In such a world, what else is worth looking forward to?" His cloudy eyes shed clear tears.

Dio walked to him and sat next to the old man.

"Kill me! You should also be a fader. Rather than being taken away by foreign beasts, it would be better to take advantage of you." The old man lowered his head.

"It's useless, my finger witch is dead. Even if I get runes, I can't convert my strength. Runes are meaningless to me."

After hearing this, the old man's eyes became a little surprised and uncertain.

Dio pointed to the blood on the road not far away.

"That girl was being hunted, but she didn't give up on completing her mission in the end. It's just that I woke up too late and couldn't save her." Dio sighed.

The old man looked into the distance along the blood stain, and then saw a dilapidated church.

"Wait! You couldn't be resurrected from that church, right?" His eyes suddenly widened.

"Yeah." Dio felt that this was nothing worth hiding.

"You! You... no! I remember that there seems to be a legend about that church." The old man's voice trembled.

"The legendary strongest human being, the one who severely damaged the Golden Tree and the Dragon King...Mr. Dio is buried there!"

"You can't be Mr. Dior!" The old man's voice grew louder unconsciously.

Dio looked a little surprised. Although he didn't know how long it had been, judging from the fact that the ladies were dead, it was at least two hundred years ago.

After all this time, there are still people who remember him. A long-lost throbbing surged into his heart again.

Looking at the old man's expectant eyes, Dio nodded slightly. "But the past is over, and I am no longer the strongest person."

"As you said before, do you expect someone to give you alms?" Dio shook his head. He didn't want the old man to lose his dignity as a human being.

"Hahahaha!" The old man laughed suddenly. "You're right, I won't ask for charity from you either."

He slowly stood up and looked at the increasingly fierce fire, and his heart became determined again.

"Please let me be your follower! I don't want you to give me alms, I just want to have a goal."

"No matter what you do, I will follow you until death!"

Listening to the old man's firm statement, Dio closed his eyes.

A series of complex emotions flashed through his heart, and scenes of what he did before his death flashed in his mind.

"Why does a despicable and shameless person like me still have followers? Aren't my despicable deeds recorded in history books?"

"I have always been just a villain who pursues fame and fortune. All my usual elegance and tolerance are due to the hypocrisy brought by great strength."

"When everything is lost, what do I have left?"

A man with evil eyes and a sinister expression gradually appeared in Dio's mind.

"You've died once, but you still can't recognize yourself? Come on! Let's continue to create new legends!" The evil man slowly walked towards Dio.

Dio didn't look at the man again. He turned around and saw that behind him were his former followers.

From the people he rescued in the mining area at the beginning, to the group of wives behind, to the recently deceased Vivian, and finally the blurry black shadow ball hidden in the darkness, they were all watching him silently.

"Mr. Dio! Are you tired?" The old man's voice pulled Dio back from his hallucination.

"I... am not worthy of following. I failed everyone's expectations," Dior said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dior, these are not things I should consider. I just made my choice." The old man said.

"Haha." Dio laughed softly.

“Honestly, it’s a really satisfying feeling to be remembered.”

"Let's go! There are too few people now to accomplish great things."

Dior no longer wants to deceive himself or his followers.

He decided not to suppress his inner desires anymore. He wanted to release all the dark sides and completely show his ugly self to the world.

He wanted to see if anyone would follow him like this.

"Okay!" The old man also regained his energy.

So under the bright red fire, the two walked towards the town.

"Mr. Dior, legend has it that you have a handsome face, why do you look like this now?"

"Haha, maybe the vitality is not enough, these scars can't be healed. It would be great if Rune could be converted into my power, and I can become my original appearance."

"Then if you can really rely on runes to increase your strength, will you become like those faded ones, killing creatures at all costs?"

"Won't……"

"Huh~ I knew it."

"I would create an army and let them kill. It would be more efficient."

"...You can't be serious, right?"

"Hahahaha! You are serious! After all, you must never test human nature. Human nature cannot withstand testing. No one is nobler than anyone else. Therefore, it is best not to let me have a way to transform Rune."

"Otherwise, I'll be crazier than anyone else."

The old man shivered. "You are different from what I thought..."

"Yeah. But this is the real me."

Soon, the two arrived in the town.

Dio glanced at the people on the street. It was clear that the farmland in the wild was on serious fire, but the people here seemed not to notice it. They were sitting on the ground doing nothing, looking quite relaxed.

"With no one working, won't these people starve to death?" Dio was curious.

"Haha, I can only say that in this kind of no-care zone, people's lives are actually easier."

"Because cultists often come here to preach. As long as you listen to their preaching, they will benefit the townspeople."

"This situation reminds me of the time when I was fishing before. I didn't catch a few fish, but the fish in the entire fish pond became fatter because of my nesting,"

"Hahahaha!" Dio and the old man looked at each other and smiled. This metaphor was so interesting.

After laughing, Dio continued to ask: "Are there many cults nowadays?"

The old man nodded. "A lot! A lot! Not to mention the small cults, there are several large cults alone."

"For example, the Zunfu Sect, the Dionysian Sect, the Epileptic Fire Sect, and the Blood Royal Court that popped up a few days ago. They are all terrifying sects with fascinating minds."

"I want to know how many people are there in this town?" Dio couldn't hold himself any longer.

"I don't know. There used to be five thousand people, but now there may be less than a thousand." The old man said.

"How come? Where are the others?" Dio was a little confused.

"Most people have fled to a safe city. Some people were bewitched by the cult, and some...were killed by the faded ones."

"Like the red guy I saw today, they come every three or five times. Those people are irrational and kill everyone they see. What's funnier is that the people who stop them are often cult members."

Dio immediately became alert after hearing this.

Because invaders usually use faded ones as anchors, and based on the frequency of invasions on the opposite side, there may be quite a few faded ones near this town.

"So sir, you'd better not reveal your identity as a faded person, otherwise something bad may happen."

"Thank you, I understand." Dio nodded.

"Believe in madness and you will live forever!" a hawker suddenly shouted.

The old man subconsciously led Dio over, and the people on the street instantly got up from the ground, scrambling to surround the vendors.

"What's there to eat today?" the people gathered around yelled.

"Haha, just some grilled mushrooms."

"Okay! Hurry up and preach! I'm very hungry! I didn't get the eggs yesterday!"

"..."

The corner of the vendor's mouth twitched. He really didn't want to preach to these old fools, but as the bottom members of the sect, they all have missionary targets, and those who fail to meet the standards will be punished.

These old fried dough sticks can just be used as props to boost performance. In a sense, this is a mutually beneficial symbiosis.

"In this troubled world, all order has been shattered, and the gaps between people are getting deeper and deeper. Even parents, wives and children under the same roof will not share the same mind and heart with me."

"It is because of this estrangement that everyone has lost trust in people. In the long run, the world will be even more broken..."

"The god of epileptic fire will connect everyone's hearts so that there will no longer be any barriers, so that everyone can live together happily..."

"Come! Come! Embrace the epileptic fire!"

The vendor had finished speaking, and the people below were impatient to wait. They had heard this guy's sermons dozens of times and almost memorized them.

"Quick! Share the mushrooms!"

Everyone swarmed forward and reached out to the vendor.

"Don't worry! Don't worry..." The vendor was overwhelmed by the surging crowd.

However, Dio and the old man did not step forward to pray for alms.

Dio looked at this scene thoughtfully.

"It seems that times have really changed. In the past, epilepsy was a heinous thing. But now there are people who can openly promote it."

The old man looked at Dio with some confusion. "Is Epileptic Fire evil? But I think compared to other cults, he is the mildest."

"Gentle?" Dio's mouth twitched slightly.

"I felt like, maybe I needed to learn more about these cults."

Soon the vendor's mushrooms were robbed. A mess was left at the scene.

The vendor arranged his clothes helplessly and put away the empty box.

And Dio stepped forward to help him sort it out.

The vendor smiled disdainfully. He has seen a lot of this kind of routine. I'm afraid the other party will beg him for food next.

"Naive people, think they will be rewarded for doing something? What a joke!" He muttered secretly in his heart, but did not show it.

After all, who wouldn’t be happy if someone helped?

Soon the scene was cleared up and the vendor also changed his face.

"I have no food! Get out of here!" He waved his hand impatiently.

But Dio showed a gentle smile. It's just that his face is now disfigured, and this smile looks a bit scary.

"Damn it!" The vendor was startled and immediately made an attack stance.

"Please don't do anything, I have something to ask you." Dio pressed his hand to signal the other person to relax.

"What's the matter?" the hawker asked impatiently.

"I want to know how epilepsy connects people's hearts?"

"Huh?" The vendor's eyes widened, and his expression instantly softened.

"Ah~ It seems that this gentleman is very interested in our sect! Please sit down quickly! Let me answer you in detail!"

Then the vendor and Dior started chatting animatedly.

"Have you ever had the experience of connecting with others?" Dio asked.

"...This...I'm just a low-level member, and I don't have that qualification yet." The vendor said with a wry smile.

"So the Epileptic Fire Sect is also divided into three, six, and nine levels? Didn't you say that there will be no level classification for everyone who is connected by heart?" Dio was a little puzzled.

"No, it's not a matter of hierarchy, but a matter of trust. Low-level members don't have corresponding merit and won't be recognized by everyone, so they are not qualified to enjoy heart-to-heart."

"But even the lower-level people will be given prayer spells. Using these spells to fight against the faded ones is very useful! This can also be considered as a certain ability to protect oneself in troubled times!"

"Oh? I see. Are other sects like this too?" Dio asked again.

"Yes! The situation of the people at the bottom is roughly the same."

"Well, thank you."

Then the two conducted a series of discussions on epilepsy. And Dior's problems are getting deeper and deeper.

Gradually, the vendor found it difficult to answer. He was vaguely aware of Dio's extraordinaryness.

"You...can't be a fellow traveler, right? Why do you think so deeply about the sect?" The vendor became a little wary.

"Dior nodded. I did preach before, and I did a pretty good job. I just betrayed that sect for some reasons." Dio admitted generously.

"Oh?" The hawker's eyes lit up slightly. He could clearly feel that Dio's preaching level was extremely high.

And now that the other party has apostatized, in theory, the other party can be considered a non-sectarian. Can I ask the other party for knowledge about preaching? After all, the denominations are different. But the methods of preaching are much the same.

So he made his request politely.

"Brother, I have been here for three years, but I have not been promoted yet. Can you give me some advice? As for the benefits, I will not miss you!"

Dio raised the corner of his mouth and nodded.

"Haha, yes. It's just that you can't support me alone. I need more people to support me."

"Huh?" The vendor was a little confused.

"I am planning to open a cram school for missionaries, and all believers in need can participate. Although everyone belongs to different denominations, their eagerness to develop the denomination is roughly the same."

"I think there are many people who have been stuck in this position for a long time. In this case, helping one person is also helping, and helping a group is also helping. In this way, everyone benefits from each other, so why not?"

After hearing these words, the vendor's eyes completely changed. He always felt that the other party's behavior was somewhat familiar.

He quickly realized, damn it! Isn't this also a kind of missionary work? But...can he refuse?

He thought for a while, but finally couldn't refuse. After all, how many people really believe in religion? Most people are just looking for a position.

"This... I'm not familiar with those people. Theoretically speaking, we are all rival sects and should not be able to communicate." The vendor shook his head.

"In fact, everyone should have had faded people who have fought together, right? Is this friendship of fighting together fake?" Dio said with a sincere expression.

"Maybe you can use this name to contact other people. I think they won't refuse."

"As long as you contact enough people, I will impart some more advanced knowledge to you individually." Dior followed suit.

"..." The vendor was stunned for a moment. He looked at Dio as if he were looking at a devil.

I am a preacher, but I am actually being counter-preached by the other party!

"I know." In the end, he compromised. The guy in front of him was too high-ranking! He knew it was a pit, but he still couldn't help but jump down.

"Very good, kid, I think you will be proud of your decision in the future." Dio showed a mysterious smile.