Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Chapter 843 The Source of All Evil (Thanks to Canglong Yu for the gift ~ Love you ~)

(Everyone, please be careful! This chapter contains a lot of plots that are great for eating! Please do not watch this while eating!)

In the void, the evil gods were waiting for the arrival of Marlennia with heavy hearts.

The day of the meeting has come again, and everyone is ready to exchange information. However, the atmosphere this time is quite solemn, because all the evil gods have received the notice from the black ball. They have already had some understanding of the recent situation.

The Black Ball extended an olive branch to everyone, but the evil gods were not so easily fooled. They did not make a choice immediately. Instead, they prepared to meet Malenia before making the final choice.

This time, Marennia was not late, she even arrived a few minutes early.

The evil gods rushed over quickly after seeing Marlennia.

"Ma'am, do you know who the Black Ball is? He claims to represent Crazy Fire, and he wants to recruit us!"

Marennia's expression was not very good. "What did he say to you? Tell me in detail."

The evil gods did not hesitate and immediately repeated all the words of the black ball.

As for the black ball, the simple summary is that Dio is not good enough, Madness Fire is very strong, and the right way is to help the world's will awaken. Only in this way can you join the Madness Fire camp and avoid being liquidated.

"Is what he said true? Is Dio really not as strong as Dianhuo?"

The evil gods stared at Marennia eagerly, and Marennia was in a dilemma. If she told the evil gods the truth, they would probably rebel on the spot. But she didn't want to deceive these "friends".

"Alas... there is nothing to hide now. Dio's strength is indeed far inferior to Mad Fire, but awakening the will of the world is definitely not the right way. History has actually told us countless times what the true right way is..." Marennia said weakly. She knew that words were still too pale.

The expressions of the evil gods changed slightly. They didn't expect that Marlennia would be so honest and would not lie to them even at this moment.

However, the evil gods are creatures that seek profit and avoid harm, and they will not make choices that are not in their own interests just because of Marennia's honesty.

“Um... Madam, we definitely don’t want to be your enemy, but the situation is like this now... we have to..." an evil god said hesitantly.

But Marennia waved her hand. "Don't worry, just follow your heart. I'm glad to have the experience of working with you all, but I'm afraid we won't have many opportunities to sit together peacefully like this. Let's not hold meetings anymore... Let's go."

After saying that, Marennia turned and left. The evil gods looked at her from behind with complicated expressions. Marennia had a special place in their hearts, and if possible, they would choose to get closer to Marennia. But unfortunately, reality did not give them the opportunity to choose.

The evil gods did not leave immediately, but instead started discussing on the spot.

"Helping this world awaken its will is a token of our loyalty to join Dianhuo, but if we do that, we will lose the chance to go out forever. Do you really want to join Dianhuo?"

"What else? Dio needs to find a reason to settle accounts with us, but Dianhuo won't give such reasons!"

"How ironic! I actually think Dio is pretty good now. Is this also considered as no comparison, no harm?"

"..."

The evil gods were silent for a while and then left one after another.

The rise of the world's will was unstoppable, and even Dio was powerless to stop it. For a moment, the entire void fell silent. All the evil gods were thinking about how to proceed.

Meanwhile, on an ancient moon that has been forgotten by everyone...

This moon is very huge, comparable to a medium-sized world. It contains a large amount of pyroxene ore, which is the dream paradise of all mages.

However, it is not suitable for ordinary people to survive, because there is no vitality here. The powerful magic of the pyroxene ore will corrode all weak lives.

Bangdang~ Bangdang~

Some empty knocking sounds were heard, bringing some life to this dead planet.

"Ahem! It's so uncomfortable...why do we have to travel so far to suffer?" said a ragged magician, who was mining with a pickaxe in his hand.

His companion had a gloomy face and said nothing.

In fact, their lives were not so difficult at the beginning, because there were a large number of mortals who followed them to the moon. With those mortals taking care of them, their lives were barely passable.

But as time went on, those mortals were corrupted by the magic and contracted strange diseases. It didn't take long for all of them to die.

The witch, Ms. Lani, used the bodies of mortals to create many puppets. Driven by magic energy, these puppets worked for the mages for a long time.

But unfortunately, puppets will be worn out, so today, there are not many puppets left. And the remaining puppets are also used to serve some important people. Mages like them who have little power can only make a living by themselves.

"Oh! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!" the mining mage kept muttering.

"Shut up! You're making so much noise! ​​If you don't dig enough ore, you won't get today's life energy! The price of life energy is getting higher and higher, and life is getting harder and harder!" The mage's companion complained.

Because there is nothing to eat on the moon, those who have not become demigods can only rely on the life energy provided by the big jar to stay alive if they want to survive.

However, to obtain life energy, one must exchange it with ores. As a result, a large number of mages were reduced from noble wizards to miners.

It is said that many wizards have died of exhaustion. Although there is magic energy everywhere, people cannot use magic to mine, because these high-energy pyroxene ores are largely immune to magic damage. A powerful magic shot on these stones is not even as much damage as an ordinary person's pickaxe. So people can only use the most primitive way to mine.

The wizards had thought about designing various machines to do their work, but there were no materials in this damn place, and it was extremely difficult for them to build some machines.

"Wow~" A faint crying sound came from not far away in the mine. It seemed that another mage had a mental breakdown.

"At the beginning, our entire academy ascended, and we thought we would usher in a new era that belongs to us, but we didn't expect that the place closest to the origin of magic would be so barren."

"There were about two million of us who ascended to the moon. Apart from the mortals, we also had hundreds of thousands of mages. But now all the mortals are dead, and the mages who were not strong enough have also been killed or injured. How many people do you think are left on the moon now?"

"I don't know. I guess there are about 70,000 or 80,000 left."

"I really envy those female mages who don't have to work...why do you think I'm a man?"

"There's nothing to envy. They have to take responsibility for childbearing and give birth to a child every two years. I heard that the survival rate of those children is very low. Those female mages often have to endure the pain of losing their children. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to bear it."

"Well... that's better than mining all day!"

"Stop talking! Finish the mining as soon as possible and go home to practice. As long as we become demigods, we will be free."

"Hahaha~ Demigod? How many demigods are there now? I'm afraid there are less than a thousand? I'm exhausted from mining every day, how can I have the energy to practice?"

pat~

The wizard who looked more optimistic suddenly threw the pickaxe in his hand to the ground.

"Uh...what's wrong with you?" The mage who had been complaining before was a little stunned.

"Hehehe~ I don't want to work anymore, I want to go out and take a look. In the past, we looked up at the stars just to obtain the truth. But now that the stars have disappeared, we no longer have the chance to obtain the truth. In fact, we should have died long ago..." After saying this, the optimistic wizard walked out of the mine.

"Brother! What's wrong with you? Hey!" The mage who was complaining was a little confused.

Even he himself did not expect that his constant complaining would completely crush his companions' faith.

Sometimes it's like this, the people who keep complaining are usually not the first to break down. The first to break down are the ones who keep silent.

The complaining wizard wanted to put down his tools and catch up with his partner, but his body was somewhat out of control. The pickaxe seemed to be growing on his hand and he couldn't throw it away no matter how hard he tried.

The complaining mage was in a trance, and there was a voice in his heart urging him on.

"Don't stop! If you stop, you will starve to death! Today's task has not been completed yet! Keep mining!"

"No!!!" The complaining wizard was a little desperate, but he didn't have the courage to put down his pickaxe and follow his friend.

At the same time, the optimistic wizard had left the mine. He stood on the moon's surface and looked at the glittering pyroxene palace in the distance, which was the residence of the gods.

He sometimes fantasized about living in it, but unfortunately he was just a little wizard, not even a demigod.

The magic of pyroxene extended his life, but also prolonged his suffering.

There was a voice deep in his heart urging him to go back to work, but he really didn't want to go mining anymore.

The optimistic wizard slowly turned his gaze away from the palaces and looked outward. It was said that there were terrible evil gods out there.

But up to now, he has not found any gods there. He can only see the colorful aurora flashing continuously. In the past, he thought that this light was very beautiful and he would never get tired of watching it no matter how long he watched it.

But now, he felt that the light would cause his neurasthenia, and perhaps he couldn't sleep all night because of the interference of the light.

The optimistic wizard chose a piece of waste stone and sat on it. The bumps on the waste stone made his butt hurt. But the pain in his butt could no longer stimulate his numb heart. He was ready to end his life here.

He raised his head, maintaining the posture of a stargazer. Perhaps only this posture could prove that he was a wizard, not a beggar. After all, his robe had long been damaged, and he was naked, no different from a beggar on the street.

The aurora in the sky slowly changed, and the wizard's eyes gradually lost their luster.

At this moment, the wizard saw out of the corner of his eye a man in black robe slowly sitting down next to him.

"What are you looking at?" asked the man in black robe.

The wizard's eyes moved. He didn't want to pay attention to the person who came, but the upbringing engraved in his bones still made him respond.

"I was watching the Northern Lights. I heard they were the afterglow of the sun. But I don't think so."

"Well, you are right. They are not the afterglow of the sun, they are the malicious gazes of gods." The man in black robe said calmly.

"How could that be? Gods would not produce such phenomena." The optimistic wizard thought it was a bit far-fetched.

"It's true that the gods of this world can't do that, but I didn't say it was them."

The optimistic wizard's body trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look at the man in black robes, but he saw nothing. The man in black robes seemed to be non-existent, as if the conversation just now was his hallucination.

The optimistic wizard turned his head back and forth to observe his surroundings. He did not believe that what he had just seen was an illusion. Although he was determined to die, he was sure that he was not crazy.

"Excuse me, who are you? Stop teasing me!" The optimistic wizard was a little annoyed. He felt that some gods had nothing better to do and were teasing him.