He understands Serana's pessimistic thinking about fate. This is a common idea shared by all tribes in Nirn. God is irresistible and fate is unstoppable. Those who follow the will of God are called heroes. This is the trend of the times.
Heroes are made, and God's will is the times.
The Dwemer clan, who were bold enough to create gods, all returned to the west after the Battle of Red Mountain. It is said that they turned into the divine skin of the Brass Tower.
The Brass Tower is the supreme technological achievement of their clan, the mechanical god numidium, or anumidium, also known as the God of Brass, the walking brass.
The so-called tower has a special symbolic meaning in this world. The Brass Tower Namidian represents the essence of the philosophy of all Dwemer, which is to deny everything, but the wonderful thing is that the creation itself is stipulated to obey the Dwemer.
Mo's will is inconsistent with his divinity, that is to say, this is a philosophical paradox.
There is much more to be said about the Namidian story, but the tragedy of the Dwemer serves as proof that those who defy their gods and destiny will not end well.
People in this world will more or less believe in one or more gods, whether it is the Holy Spirit or the Demon God, Idra or Daedra. For everyone, faith is like an instinct, a custom implanted in the blood.
Different people have different understandings of faith, but their manifested states are not much different.
There is actually nothing shameful about bowing to God and fate, but what is shameful is betraying faith. This is the consensus of the general public.
Serana said that she wanted to ask Lord Meredia for help, but she was a sworn enemy of Molag Bal. As a descendant of Bal and the daughter of Coldharbour, it was very difficult for Serana to switch to Meredia.
matter.
Lu Zhengkang persuaded her to find a way through magic research, but Serana obviously didn't listen.
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Serana stood in front of the alchemy experiment table, mixing some simple potions. The fire under the distilling bottle was simmering, and the gurgling white steam was flowing in the light green glass tube. The weather in the Pure Land was always mild and calm, so that
It can cast a layer of homely appearance on all actions, just like those undead spirits wandering in the distance, giving it a friendly fairy tale feel.
Lu Zhengkang placed a chair not far away and sat on it, staring intently at a square glass incubator in front of him, where the soul-sucking tapeworms were squirming anxiously.
According to the notes of a senior mage, if the soul-sucking tapeworms in a unit volume of space exceed a critical value, collective mutual cannibalism will occur. Eventually, some of the surviving individuals will aggregate into soul-sucking gems. The gems are like the seeds of a tapeworm.
When conditions are suitable, new tapeworms will proliferate in large numbers.
Soul-absorbing gems have a dragging and absorbing effect on the soul body, whether it is the living or the dead. This is because they are eating instinctively. The soul-absorbed person will gradually lose vitality, and the living will die due to exhaustion of vitality, and those who
The dead, souls, ghouls, undead, ghosts, etc. will also suffer varying degrees of destruction damage.
To use a less vivid metaphor, the soul-sucking gem is as terrifying as a black hole in the soul.
Lu Zhengkang's experiment is progressing steadily. He plans to wait until the tapeworms in the incubator have completed their mutual cannibalism and then transfer them to the vast ice fields of the Pure Land, away from livestock to prevent accidental injuries. As for now, they can be safely placed in the experimental area.
"Baishan, I find you are quite cute." Serana suddenly started chatting.
Lu Zhengkang turned his head sideways and saw his lover turning her head sideways to look at him. The vampire's face was as pale as a bone and her energy and blood were haggard. However, Serana seemed to be in a good mood. When she spoke, she raised the corners of her mouth and arched her eyebrows.
The eyes are as gentle as the distant mountains and rivers.
Lu Zhengkang knew that Serana wanted to relieve his anxious mood, but Lu Zhengkang had no intention of giving in on this matter, so he only replied, "Serana, I find that you have always been very good-looking."
"Hey, let's not say such polite words," Serana put down the beaker in her hand and walked over quickly. She slightly bent over and looked at Lu Zhengkang, then reached out to touch the troll man's thick cheek, "Bai Shan, just
Just as I have always believed in you, can you also believe in me?"
"I am a person who always considers the worst-case scenario of things, and I don't like gambling very much. I just like fighting. If you feel that only God can solve your problems, then I will become a god."
"You're talking nonsense again."
"I'm serious."
Serana laughed so hard that she covered her belly. She turned around slightly and sat in Lu Zhengkang's arms, like a colorful black butterfly landing on the plump Huangqin pear flowers.
Lu Zhengkang's body was so warm that he was like a stove. Serana was the opposite. She was as cold as a piece of ice. Lu Zhengkang stretched out his arms to hug his lover and smiled unconsciously.
"Baishan, you are always so stupid. You use your ambitions, but it is obvious that you have deep doubts about your goals. On weekdays, you are always the leader that everyone respects. Take a look at Winterhold.
, people laugh from the bottom of their hearts because of you. Everything proves that your path is correct and your character is unquestionable..."
Lu Zhengkang leaned close to Serana's neck and gently smelled the scent of her body. In addition to the scent of flowers soaked in her hair, the strong smell of clothing dyes, and the thin smell of blood, the undead demon could waver in this body.
, Lu Zhengkang faintly heard the long violin solo, filled with long and plain sadness.
There is a very romantic thing in this world. It can be said to be a gift given by nature to every living thing. Everything with magical energy has its own music. Even stones, springs, trees, and clouds, as long as they have magical energy
If it flows, there will be music.
He felt sorry for Serana's tune.
Lu Zhengkang listened to his lover whispering softly in his arms, and also listened to her tunes.
Suddenly, an inspiration flashed through my mind.
The unique magical tuning of the Dwemer is a wonderful technology that treats everything in nature as notes. Their outstanding wizards, or tuners, can change the tune of things through a certain resonance method to make them take shape.
, the changes in attributes and other aspects are very magical.
In fact, this is an analysis of the microscopic world. Lu Zhengkang also tried to use various means to spy on the basic components of matter, but his experiments failed completely. After many times using the lens of eagle eye, he first saw
Once you see the particles, they suddenly turn into a mixed halo. What’s even more weird is that when the same sample is observed multiple times, the shape of the particles is slightly different.
It is conceivable that what he saw was actually his own fantasy. When he used illusions to hypnotize himself and took the initiative to forget his previous scientific knowledge, all he observed was chaos.
The Dwemer are not troubled by Lu Zhengkang, so they directly believe that the world is composed of music. In this way, they are really a group of artists.
If Lu Zhengkang could learn similar methods, he might be able to easily eliminate Serana's bloodline.
