There was a violent energy fluctuation above the altar, and Lady Decay extended her touch into the world. The unique aura of the Decaying Lady was generated, dispersed, and spread around the altar, eventually filling the entire hall. I was completely enveloped in the embrace of the Decaying Lady. "Haha, a very 'sincere' sacrifice." Dark red blood spread from the altar to the ground, and a hoarse and magnetic female voice echoed in the empty hall. When I picked up the Ebony Blade in the cellar of Dragon Sky Palace earlier, Ms. Mephala¡¯s eerie whispers had given me a certain tolerance for supernatural phenomena. Now that the voice of the Decaying Lady is fresh in my ears, I don't show any surprise - I have been waiting for this voice for a long time. "I hope the death of these dirty and despicable blasphemers will please you, respected lady of decay." I stood calmly in front of the altar, with my left hand behind my back and my right hand on my chest. I lowered my head humbly and spoke with respect. A sincere greeting is given with the tone of voice pointing in the direction of the altar. Ms. Decay's tone didn't know whether it should be regarded as a question or a rhetorical question, "In your eyes, they are blasphemers?" Body? But it's enough to keep these impatient complaints in mind. The other party is a noble Daedra king. At this time, I only need to show her humility and obedience. ¡°Isn¡¯t it? Dear Lady of Decay.¡± ¡¡¡ My eyelids rolled up slightly, and I secretly glanced at the altar in front of me. The altar was still filled with fluctuations of magic power, and the channel established by Lady Decay still existed, but my rhetorical question received no response from the other party. The deathly silence lasted for a long time. Lady Decay finally spoke, and the topic was directed to other aspects. "From the day you came to Rich under the guidance of another, I have set my sights on you. Somehow, I let you meet Iola, and under her guidance you will eventually turn to My embrace" Ms. Decay's voice was neither sad nor happy, and no apparent emotion could be heard, making it difficult to grasp her true intentions. So I remained silent and listened to her next words. "You are very attentive. I have watched you running around these days. I was looking forward to what you would give me in the end, but you gave me an unexpected answer." Ms. Decay summarized my experiences these days, and vaguely expressed some of her attitudes - it seemed that she valued my value and at the same time praised my behavior. "Since you are now willing to show up here and communicate with me, does it mean that this sacrifice is both beyond your expectations and very satisfying to you?" "There is some surprise, but satisfaction is out of the question." Ms. Decay His tone became a little cold, "I have to say, if everything you did was to receive my response, then the sacrifice you offered has perfectly achieved this purpose." I noticed that Ms. Decay used " The word "nothing to talk about" means that my sacrifice is worthless in her eyes. But in addition, I also heard the two adjectives "surprising" and "perfect", which shows that the sacrifice is not completely useless. Ms. Decay¡¯s comments made me both dissatisfied and puzzled, but I believed that a Daedra king could not make silly jokes on me. There must be a deeper meaning buried in her words. "Forgive me for being stupid, I failed to understand your teachings." I raised my head and looked directly at the altar, asking for further explanation from Lady Decay. "Haha, you killed them and sacrificed their corpses on my altar," Ms. Decay sneered, "If I tell you that these people believe in me, how can you repeat what you said before? "Shall I say it again?" "You're not joking, are you?" I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say. "You mean these scum are your followers?" "Scum?" The hoarse voice suddenly became sharp, "You call them scum?" The displeasure in Ms. Decay's words does not seem to be fake. It seems that I have made a guest appearance as a suicide expert today. Killing the followers of the Lady of Decay and then placing their corpses on her altar as a sacrifice shows a level of malice that is beyond the pale. I didn¡¯t know the identities of those scumbags before I took action. If I apologize to her now, will she forgive me? It was almost impossible. Those scumbags had committed evil deeds that made me feel extremely disgusted. They even wanted to inflict this evil deed on Flotra and me. I only felt that the other party deserved his death, and I had no idea when I killed him. No guilt or pity at all. Even an old man like Mednach can get it from my guest.There was no respect at all in my words. Now I was facing a powerful Daedra King. All the things that were contrary to my words would be exposed in front of her. The moment of breaking up is so close and unavoidable. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt calm. "As a noble Daedra king, you have your own unique ideas. But in my eyes," I answered, neither humble nor condescending, and expressed my opinions without reservation, "These people are all human beings." "You scum, it's not a pity to die." I'm ready to receive the wrath of the rotten lady. Musk once told me that the Daedra kings cannot directly intervene in Nirn. They can only change the world now by cultivating spokespersons. Now that I am the spokesperson of Lady Whisper, there is no need to fear the punishment of another god - not to mention that the field that Lady Mephala is in charge of is related to secrecy and murder, and the character of the person in front of me is incomparable. It's too low-end, growing mushrooms on corpses, what the hell is that? "Haha," as if she saw my contempt, Ms. Decay laughed again, and her laughter also contained contempt. "Scum? You look down on them too much." I was confused by Ms. Decay's response, as if I was bragging about her followers by calling them scum. Ms. Decay's dissatisfaction was just because of the bragging rights of the word "scum" Not enough? Just when I was confused, Ms. Decay continued, telling me about the dark history of these cannibal believers. "This man is a hunter in Rich. In addition to hunting, he also does the business of robbing homes. That little bit of money can't satisfy him, so after making money and killing people, he will cut off the flesh of the deceased and process it. He took it to the market in Markas City and sold it, 'Richie's freshest prime beef.' ""This man is the groom of Markas City Stables. A traveler traveling alone bought horses from him at a high price. This made him have evil thoughts and secretly followed the traveler with his hound. The traveler sensed his malice and was unwilling to hand over his hard-earned property and was unable to get rid of him through horsemanship. He had no choice but to abandon his horse. He fled into the deep mountains and old forests, but soon failed to escape the pursuit of the hounds. The groom chased him too far and the supplies were about to be exhausted, but he was a poor hunter and could not replenish food in the wilderness. He cut off the traveler's flesh and carried it with him, eating it along the way, and then walked back to Markas unharmed. "This woman was a big businessman in Reach. She murdered herself five years ago because of property issues. Her spouse, and falsely claimed that her spouse died at the hands of the Forsworn during a road robbery, before the body rotted, she cannibalized her spouse's flesh and blood, and the remaining bones were made into various daily utensils. Sold in the market, no evidence was left behind in the end. "Later, they all became obsessed with this feeling and could never forget the taste of human flesh." "The understatement of the decadent lady sounded to my ears. It made me furious. Calling them scum was actually flattering them, and the gods they believed in were probably even less good I wiped the sweat from my forehead, tried to control my emotions, and expressed myself to Ms. Decay. of anger. "Listen to what you mean, you know very well what kind of people your believers are, but you don't care about it at all?" "Care?" Ms. Decay smiled, "Why do you care about them?" "You They did ugly things in your name, but you protected them. "When did I protect them?" "You are sophistry!" I realized helplessly. , if a Daedra king wants to argue with me, what can I do to her? The heavy feeling of powerlessness made me give up preaching, "As expected of the devil with the word rot in his name, he is really rotten." However, my disappointed sarcasm aroused the other party's desire to refute. "You still don't understand the meaning of decay. Those people just use my name to satisfy their desires and find an excuse for their unusual behavior. I have never responded to their call." Ms. Decay I retorted in a way that broke and then stood up, which made everything I said before fall into place. I don¡¯t know what kind of fallacies she will throw out next, but let me see for now. "Really? Do you want to give a nice definition of decay in front of me?" Ms. Decay stopped talking to me and started her own sermon. ¡°They are constant and have the ability to create. We are changing and have the ability to transform.¡± What kind of nonsense is this talking about? who are they? Who are we? What constant changes, what creates transformation?What does ?? mean? I was about to interrupt, but was stopped sternly by Ms. Decay. "My patience is very limited, just listen quietly! Since ancient times, there are only a few mortals who are qualified to listen to my preaching!" The sudden increase in the momentum of the Decaying Lady suppressed me. Well, let me see what comes out of your mouth. (To be continued.)