The surface of the pale green sacred sigh of the diamond shifted in refracted light, as if to refute the insolent accusations of the evil creature.
Eradurni stared at Lysatos as if he had never seen such a creature before, curious to peel his brain open and examine it from the inside out.
"If I one day find the gray matter of my brain less palatable than a cutlet of meat and change my recipe from there, and then spend my free time not focusing on plotting and killing, but doing some community service to visit widows and orphans, then my camp will shift to the good." He shakes the ruby scepter that symbolizes the Lord of the Nine Hells, "This, on the other hand, will turn into a rather pretty stick, but otherwise useless, and the Zasman dagger will do permanent damage to me. Products branded with the gods' labels are always incredibly harsh on the user's camp."
The four tentacles pointed in unison at the golden dragon, expressing their master's intense suspicion: "And you, who like a Batzou has used compulsions on elves, trafficked in intelligent beings, and even committed planned murders, still manage to hold Bahamut's sub-divine weapon without getting your claws burned off. Is the whole universe wrong about Bahamut's original nature, or have you not deflected from orderly goodness after doing so much evil?"
Lysatos turned his head back and forth to check the accuracy of the formation for the third time, making sure that every line was where it should be. Hearing the spirit-sucking monster's questioning, a feeling of superiority of successful fooling bubbled up. Demons and devils belong to two camps, order and chaos, and are polar opposites. But they both have the same hobby - luring mortals to fall and taking their souls. The devil tends to do so through cunning lies and ferocious violence, while the devil prefers the way the rules materialize - the pact. By signing the pact and completing it, mortals will find they have far more to lose than to gain. The Batzou businessmen who conduct the soul trade with the Prime Material Plane are very good at mind games and playing with words.
They believe that the fall of the soul is only a matter of time once the name is written down. Now well, the big boss of hell himself placed a list, and Lysatos behaved badly as they expected, but suddenly found that actually he firmly held the camp. It's like carefully roasting a sweet, fatty duck, pouring the sauce, tying a napkin, knife and fork in hand, and then the duck quacks and flies away, pouncing on a mouthful of hair on the way out. Iraduni's sulking made the golden dragon extra enjoyable.
Dragon claw void to mention, an amazing area of the formation map from the ground floating in the air, inside and outside a dozen layers from high to low around the golden dragon. He estimated that there was still some time before the battle in Tia Forest began.
"Since you want to talk about this topic, let's talk. In your opinion, how the philosophical camps of mortal things are divided."
Iraduni answered without hesitation, "If one has faith and is a true believer or devotee, one leans towards that deity, but more according to the prevailing moral values and legal system."
"Uh huh, besides that?"
Spirit Suckers tentacles a shiver: "You ... must tell me you are 'good I theory' supporters, then Dimogorgon won too thoroughly. You know those fanatics in Ferrum who feel that 'what I do is good' and use their ego as a moral benchmark are either nailed to the wall of the faithless in pain and dissolved by green light after death, or they go to the abyss."
"Superficial!" Lysatos did not miss any opportunity to strike a blow, the better to make the spirit-sucking monster tentacles can not take care of themselves. "Thanks to your self-proclaimed master of psychological analysis, that kind of unreliable theory is also taken seriously. Camp determination has never been effective only for objective behavior, subjective intention cannot be swayed. There is another theory of judgment."
Illaduni humbly pressed down the stature and madness, for knowledge and power, he never minded to suffer a little aggravation.
"It seems that you spirit-sucking monsters claim to be the rulers of the future universe, but lack knowledge of the history of the universe. Earlier and in a higher layer segment way, before the social interaction between Ferrum and other realms had derived a mainstream moral system, before scholars divided the nine philosophical camps, didn't the camps exist?"
After a pause, Lysatos said, in the tone of a country poet telling tales of magical monsters, stopping word by word: "Da! Universe! Universe! The! Will! Will!"
It was good that Iraduni heard the true meaning in the teasing tone, "You mean to tell me that the Cosmic Force is ... harboring you to do bad things?" His tentacles twitched in the wind.
Before the Abyss blew up, most beings in the universe knew nothing about the Force, and their knowledge of the strongest being was the gods, and the subject of Force research would only appear in the minds of gods or in the top-secret files of the most profoundly aloof mages. After the end of the Blood War, the pan-Ferran divine system - that is, including the pan-human divine system, the elven divine system, the dwarven divine system, the dwarf divine system, the halfling divine system, the orc divine system, the Drow divine system and the four elemental lords carried out the largest academic research conference ever.
After years of speculation, blame, nonsense and even a few big fights, the gods unanimously decided that the Force of Chaos and Evil was responsible for the Abyssal riots. But that was as far as it went, and He couldn't send a subpoena to the omnipresent Force.
There is no public action in the world that can be kept secret, even if it is a meeting conducted in the Tent of the Pole Star - commonly known as the Pantheon - and the secrets of the Force spread from the top down into the Torreal universe.
It became the hottest topic and research project, and various institutions sprang up, and for a while noble wives and ladies were talking about the Force at their banquets. But soon they realized that the Force was more distant than the distance between the gods and mortal things, and nothing could be done except to speculate about it from the ancient history of change.
"There are still some organizations that persevere, and in the Heart of the Spell (the divine kingdom where the goddess Mistra and her gods reside) there is a huge community of mages, and they call for more researchers to join, and this dragon served in it for 30 years."
"Did it bear fruit?" Eradurni was completely fascinated by the narrative.
"Most of it was useless, but that branch project I was involved in - a 50 Ferran-year sampling of all the planes, counting the number of life changes in each camp."
"Wow, that sounds ... laborious."
"Not only, more than a dozen realms, thousands of investigators, hundreds of thousands of respondents, if Nessus is not running around, the devil will certainly also participate. 50-year round of the survey carried out three periods, and finally we came to the amazing conclusion."
"What was it?" He even poked his tentacles over.
Lysatos opened his mouth, his voice hovering in his throat: "... I suddenly don't want to tell you."
The four tentacles went limp like dead eels, and Iraduni dropped away with a black face. Lesatos laughed out loud for a while, and finally spoke, "Order and goodness, counterattacked." The spirit-sucking monster spun 180 degrees in place.
"The counterattack came far less directly and wildly than their enemies, but it covered most of the universe, silently. The number of good and order camps in the realms grew by 10%, which is quite astonishing and is still growing slowly. The increase was particularly dramatic for races that are naturally neutral and susceptible to environmental influences, such as humans. I, on the other hand, am the result of two major Force is the other hand. The Force has no consciousness, but instinctively tends to give them the benefit of life."
Ilarduini digested for a moment and said, "Then there must be a limit to this harboring, it is impossible to let you act but turn a blind eye."
"Of course, I think it's partly because I was key in the fight against the Abyss, and partly because none of what I did was for personal gain, including business, murder."
"But you're taking revenge!" Eradurni pointed out in a burst of insight.
The Golden Dragon snorted twice and said, "Do you know Hall?"
"Ferran's god of vengeance, the faint god of the three divine offices of [vengeance] [retribution] [just reward and punishment], fell after the undead hordes of the undead king Oculus swept through the wasteland of destruction and despair."
"Yes, a fool who has not been able to climb to the weak divine power for thousands of years, a pity for such a good priesthood. But there's a pithy line in Hall's catechism: revenge is a noble thing, because you always give without return." Lysatos stood up straight, the pale green holy sigh on his claws thrust heavily into the corner of the formation diagram, a divine protective circle enveloped the golden dragon. "So, I am always righteous!"
"Snap!" Iraduni applauded, "really domineering, I'm curious about the sustainability of this justice, remember to tell me the day you fall. By the way, what is this ritual spell you've been getting? The secret knowledge of the Golden Dragon clan?"
"Get lost, I'm not obliged to give you lessons." Lysatos took out a scroll, which could clearly be seen to be made of dragon skin, showing a special secret spell aura. He recited it extremely slowly, but each character full of magic spat out the same spell casting materials into powder, ring mounted spell spinning faster and faster.
Iraduni certainly would not give up the opportunity to peek into the hidden secrets of the golden dragon, but the psychic tentacles were blocked by the divine shield, he realized that the pale green sacred sigh was not part of the ritual, and was solely for the purpose of defending himself.
The scroll was read to the end, and Lysatos took out a throbbing mass, which was a circle larger than an elf, and emitted a purple reflection on its surface, as if it had been encrusted with water wafers.
It was a heart, the heart of a dragon, Ilarduini realized.
Lysatos pressed the heart to his body, and his chest immediately "swallowed" it. A muffled sound of bones thrusting out, as if the golden dragon inside an unknowable change. He gouged the ground with his claws and let out a low roar of pain. The middle part of the spine began to deflect, and the neck and head of the golden dragon twisted to the left. With a stabbing sound, a purple dragon's head and finely scaled neck burst out from the right side.
Lysatos turned into a symmetrical two-headed dragon.
The newly grown head belongs to the amethyst dragon of the neutral camp gem dragons, with a more pointed giant mouth, a smooth jaw, three horns extending backwards on each of the left and right cheeks, and a beautiful membranous crown supported by spines at the top of the head. Like deep purple crystal like scales to the end of the neck, and gold clear-cut.
"Wow hahahahaha ..." Iraduni laughed straight up, "too funny, what is this spell called? [Tiamat's affair] or [colorful dragon queen PR spell]."
"[Sonata of Scales], stupid!" Lysatos' two heads let out a double roar.