Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Looking at the innocent Dream Archbishop in front of him, no, he cannot use this title now, he should call him the Dream King... The scholar now feels very bitter.

Because the current him is just a copy of the original him. In addition to inheriting the original scholar's memories and motivations, he is actually far inferior to the previous scholar in terms of wisdom. All the action plans left in his mind now were thought up by the scholar before his death. In other words, he will use the scholar's legacy to deal with Dio next.

Among the information left by the scholars, there is an analysis of the Dream King. The Dream King is a very emotional person, and ordinary rationality is of no use to him. He must use emotions to guide the other party. Therefore, in the next period of time, he will try to become a good friend of the Dream King. The previous scholars were very repulsive to this approach because they did not like the worldly affairs. But the current scholars do not have this concern because their personality has long been different from that of the original scholars.

"My Lord King of Dreams, a noble person like you should not live in such a harsh mountain environment. I remember there is a small town not far from here. Let's go there for a while!" said the scholar.

"That's true~ But the title of King of Dreams sounds... really good!" The King of Dreams raised the corners of his mouth, being called like that made him feel very satisfied.

Then he flew away with the scholars and headed for a small town not far away.

There were not many soul warriors in this small town, so they did not notice the Dream King flying in. The Dream King took the scholars and hid in the palace in the city. This was originally built for the Dream Bishops, but after the Dream Bishops were killed, it was temporarily sealed. There were not many people inside, and it would be a good residence after a little cleaning.

The scholar began to serve Archbishop Fantasy like a servant. Archbishop Fantasy finally came to his senses at this time. Thinking back to what happened before, he felt a little incredible. Now, he seemed to have surpassed Her Highness Michaela. Because Her Highness Michaela was only a demigod in the outside world at that time. This feeling was very strange... It was as if the person who was once out of reach was now under his feet.

"My Lord King of Dreams, there are still some ingredients in the kitchen. I made some soup for you. You can try it." The scholar respectfully placed the soup in front of the king.

The Dream King smiled and took a sip. Although the scholar's cooking skills were average, the Dream King still tasted delicious because he was in a really good mood.

"Yes!" The Dream King stared at the scholar, and felt that this scholar seemed very different from before. Then he also reacted.

"The relationship between you and your previous incarnation is like that between me and Her Highness Michaela. Although we have the same memories as our original bodies, we have different personalities. If it was the previous scholar, he would not have taken such careful care of me. Although he is a good listener, he sometimes seems very cold. But now you are perfect! You don't have his cold personality, but you can make me feel warm. I like you very much!" The Dream King laughed. He saw his own shadow in the current scholar.

Seeing the performance of the Dream King, the scholar slowly came to his senses. Perhaps the identity that his predecessor arranged for him would naturally make the Dream King feel good about him. Thinking of this, the scholar suddenly felt full of admiration for his predecessor. The other party's wisdom is really strong!

“But... never think of yourself as your predecessor. Otherwise you will only live in pain. You are a brand new individual and you will have your own life.” The King of Dreams reached out and touched the scholar’s ​​head.

"Yeah!" The scholar nodded, but the King of Dreams could see that the other party was perfunctory.

"You will understand slowly." The King of Dreams sighed in his heart.

Even as the two were conversing heartily, the Soul Sect's summoning ritual had already begun to proceed steadily.

At the ceremony site, a large number of soul warriors gathered here. They emptied their minds and devoutly called upon their gods.

The soul fragments placed in the pool felt everyone's pious hearts and began to play some sacred music.

As the summoning array was slowly charged, the entire cactus began to vibrate.

There was a flash of excitement in everyone's eyes. The cactus had sensed it. Perhaps their summoning ritual had succeeded! Everyone quickly gathered their minds and continued the summoning ritual.

But in fact, the vibration of the cactus was only caused by the Dio soul stored inside. This part of the soul was highly integrated with this world and could already exert some abilities, so it was not too difficult to make the cactus vibrate.

"Come back! Our beloved God!" With each pious call, the cactus shook more and more violently.

But at this time, Dio, who was secretly controlling his soul, was in a very low mood. The double throne he coveted had been taken away by others. A deep sense of powerlessness made him feel frustrated. He didn't know what went wrong, nor did he understand why the Golden Tree chose that person to be the king.

It's like the girl who has been pursuing me all along has married an old man. This feeling is very strange...

Moreover, Dio felt that it was meaningless to control the Spiritual Cult now. All his plans had failed. When the Dream King reacted, he might even threaten his body on the ground. Even if he controlled the Spiritual Cult, it would be meaningless because these guys could not help him at all.

Now Dio seemed to have only one choice left, which was to completely abandon his reserve and merge with the world. In this way, he could at least protect himself. But he could forget about his revenge, and with the collapse of the outside world, this world would sooner or later be doomed.

Thinking of this, Dio couldn't help but smile bitterly at himself for giving up the throne of Mad Fire. He gave up the throne purely because of a perfectionist mentality. He felt that he was imperfect in not being able to become a double king, so he even gave up the position of Mad Fire. But giving up the throne also destroyed his last chance. Now Dio has given up a bit.

As the ceremony came to an end, Dio slowly came back to his senses. He felt that there was no point in playing these tricks now. However, he could take this opportunity to tease these spiritual cult guys and vent his inner depression.

So at the moment the summoning ritual was completed, the entire cactus stopped shaking.

The people of the spiritual religion looked at the cactus with hope, hoping that the spirit would come out from inside it. But what they waited for was not the coming of the spirit, but a long and earnest admonition.

"It's you? Why did you summon me? I gave the truth to you, why did you make a mess of it?" Dio said, imitating the tone of the Lord of the Flies.

When the people from the Ling Sect heard the voice, they were happy at first, but then they showed expressions of shame.

"Lord Spirit! The situation is critical and we need your help!" said an elder of the Soul Sect with tears in his eyes.

"Ask me for help? Are you mistaken? Isn't it written in our teaching song? 'There has never been a savior, nor do we rely on gods or emperors. To create the happiness of the horned people, we have to rely on ourselves!' So you beg me because you want to be lazy?" Dio said with a malicious look. He wanted to see despair on the faces of these people.