Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

"Are you serious? Can people like us become gods?" the prince asked suspiciously.

"It's true. Everyone is qualified to become a god. Even some imaginary creations can become gods. And it's even easier for people like you who only have a defective body but a complete soul to become gods." Dio said with a smile.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! If becoming a god is really easy, then the world would have been full of gods!" The old general shook the prince's body.

"Haha, you're right. There are indeed gods everywhere in the outside world. I know more than 1 gods alone." Dio was a little impatient. The mental magic was ineffective, which greatly reduced the efficiency of communication.

"How is this possible!" The Duke and the old general still didn't believe it.

"Alas... I am indeed short-sighted and unable to communicate. Since you are unwilling to help me, then forget it. But when I escape from here, I will completely destroy this place. I mean what I say! Because the people here are not worth saving!" Dio's voice turned completely cold.

All three of them were startled by the murderous voice.

"Impossible! You definitely don't have the ability to destroy the world!"

"Indeed, but I cannot destroy the world, but I can destroy you." Dio sneered. "I found that you are just an incomplete life form composed of furnace flesh and blood plus a little soul. The reason why you have consciousness is only because of the influence of the illusion."

"As long as I break the illusion, the conditions that make you up will disappear. Your consciousness will gradually fade away. And I already have some clues about the origin of the illusion. This familiar illusion reminds me of a god - Michaela."

"Michaela?" The Duke and the other two changed their expressions when they heard this, because this was the name of one of the criminals.

Seeing the expressions of the three people, Dio felt that he might have guessed right. When he absorbed the bodies of the natives, he also obtained some memory fragments. Through these fragments, he learned that there were actually three forces of sinners in this world, and those three forces looked very familiar. This seemed to be the battlefield where Mad Fire and Golden Tree fought against the enemies of the Creator God.

And no one knows whether these so-called horn people were created intentionally or unintentionally.

"In fact, in my opinion, you are not the natives of this world. You are just the products created by those gods." Dio spoke more and more fluently.

"Your souls should come from the Ancestral King, and your flesh and blood are taken from the furnace itself. As for your consciousness, it should be synthesized by Mikaela, who created the dream."

"They created you, but you betrayed them! They gave you life and civilization, but you tortured them as sinners. You are the most despicable race!" What Dio hated most was betrayal. After thinking through the possibilities, he had even less good feelings towards these guys.

"You're talking nonsense! How could we be created by you!" the Duke roared excitedly.

"You don't believe it? Let me show you a live show." After thinking for a while, Dio emitted a little bit of telekinesis.

Under the influence of the world's rules, the telekinesis suddenly formed an illusory tombstone. But in Dio's eyes, it was just a soul fragment he threw out. The soul fragment was absorbed by the earth and floated back and forth, like an inextinguishable flame.

"Spiritual stele? Sinners can indeed produce such things!" The prince walked forward and touched it, and a wonderful touch acted on his hand.

"Isn't this the sinner's means of attack? It is said that this thing will bring bad luck when it grows up! It must be destroyed in time!" said the Duke.

"Haha..." Dio laughed. "Who told you this rumor?"

"This is the rule since ancient times! Everyone abides by it by default!" said the prince.

"Really? Then let him grow up and see what he will grow into." Dio sneered.

"..." The expressions on several people's faces were somewhat uneasy, and they had a vague sense of foreboding.

"Since you don't believe it, you can try it in a few days. When it grows up, you can make a judgment!" Dio's voice disappeared.

The three of them looked at each other and stood there nervously.

At this time, the old general couldn't help but ask the prince: "Doesn't the royal family have the remains of criminals? Haven't you ever done an experiment to see what the spirit tablet will be when it grows up?"

"This... I have also asked my father this question. But my father just said that if we see the spirit tablet, we must resolutely destroy it and never let it grow..." The prince looked a little frightened.

The Duke's face turned slightly pale at this time. The old general saw this and asked hurriedly, "My Lord Duke, are you feeling unwell?"

"No... I just thought of our mythology. It is said that the Horned Man was molded out of clay by our mother goddess..." The Duke's face became paler and paler.

The other two also quickly became nervous. They had heard these mythological stories when they were very young, but they didn't take them seriously. But now, looking at the spiritual tablet in front of them, they became more and more scared.

Several people sat down around the spirit tablet, pinching their fingers with anxious looks on their faces, waiting for the spirit tablet to grow up.

After the world clock rang 10 times, the stele underwent some strange changes. It slowly shrank and turned into a virtual fetus.

Seeing this tiny virtual fetus, the Duke and the other two felt their breathing stop.

The virtual fetus took root, and it extended an illusory pipe, inserted it into the earth and absorbed nutrients from the earth. This scene was like the fetus sucking the nutrients provided by the mother.

"Don't let him grow up anymore!" The old general suddenly reached out and held the poor imaginary fetus.

"Haha..." Dio laughed faintly, but he did not stop it.

"You are crazy!" The prince suddenly stepped forward and slapped the old general. "What are you afraid of! Do you know what you are doing now?"

The old general's hand holding the imaginary fetus trembled slightly, and finally he loosened his hand weakly. The prince took the opportunity to push him away.

"The wind is a bit strong here, will he be blown to death?" The Duke found some stones to surround the fetus to protect him from the wind. His expression was very strange at this time, a feeling of fear mixed with kindness.

The prince then went to another place and dug some moist soil and put it next to the baby, as he was worried that the baby would be malnourished.

Only the old general sat there with a dull look on his face, looking like a lifeless living dead.

Under the careful care of the Duke and the Prince, the baby gradually grew flesh and blood, and its strong heartbeat touched everyone's heartstrings.

The old general came back silently after hunting some rabbits. After simply preparing them, he roasted them over the fire.

Now they are in the history book of time, and everything around them is real to them.

After the old general roasted the rabbits, he silently handed them to the prince and the duke.

The prince took the rabbit and started to eat it fiercely. "Oh, it smells so good! It tastes even better than the dinner I had in the palace!"

"Haha~" The Duke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't mean to laugh at the prince, because he also thought the rabbit meat was very fragrant. It didn't have any seasoning, but it tasted so sweet.