Viserys did not refute, but said calmly, "So, in the final analysis, this is your real purpose. You want me to defeat Cold God and Night's King first, and then try to control 'Heart of Death' to completely prevent future disasters."
The ball of light and shadow was silent for a moment, then whispered, "You are right, this is indeed one of our goals. We hope you defeat Cold God, and we also hope that you can control 'Heart of Death'."
"Because, after our inference, it is possible that only you, a person who should not exist, can do these two things at the same time. First of all, the power you have now can completely resist Cold God. Even with the help of Lord of Light and Greenseer from the outside, you can definitely defeat him."
"And your special ability may really control 'Heart of Death'. Maybe it requires a living person like you, who was born to be dead, to control it. Only with your help can we beings truly be free, instead of just changing from one cage to another."
Its voice was no longer as erratic as before, but instead revealed a calmness after being pierced. The few faint haloes around it also stopped flickering, as if they were waiting for Viserys's reaction.
Daenerys subconsciously grabbed the cuff of Viserys, and Silver-Haired Figure pressed it against her cheek, with a broken beauty. She whispered, "Older Brother, are they... still using us secretly?"
The conversation between Viserys and Light and Shadow just now did not avoid Daenerys, so she knew how powerful Older Brother was now, and also knew that he might be as powerful and as eternal as the legendary gods in the future.
Even she has a chance, and so does Rhaenys, but she really can't bear it now, fearing that Viserys will deliberately jump into those existing conspiracies just for her chance.
Viserys didn't answer immediately, but raised his hand and patted the back of her hand gently, his eyes still locked on the group of light and shadow.
The coldness in his eyes has not completely dissipated, but his thoughts are already running at high speed. Of course he knows that these Old Gods are not good people. If they can provide such conditions, there must be a deeper calculation behind them.
But just as he thought before, he had no intention of actually releasing these existences. After Cold God is solved and the North people are converted to Lord of Light, these remaining consciousnesses will naturally lose their dependence and gradually dissipate.
And when the time comes, he can also try the idea he just proposed, and let Daenerys transfer his faith to become a god. He only needs to clean up South when the time comes. So now, he is not afraid that they have a purpose, he is only afraid that they have something to hide.
"Use?" Viserys finally spoke and said in a calm tone, "As long as the information they give is valuable enough, what if they are used? When we solve Cold God and Night's King, the initiative in this transaction will naturally return to our hands."
The group of light and shadow seemed not surprised by Viserys's reaction, and even let out a faint chuckle, saying, "You are indeed more interesting than those descendants of First Men who can only wield swords. Don't worry, we will tell you everything we know."
The sound of light and shadow suddenly became serious, and the originally blurry humanoid outline began to quickly dissipate, turning into a swirling mist of light again.
It said, "'Heart of Death' is not defenseless. Although Cold God was injured at the time, his strength was not weak, at least it was stronger than you now, but he was still corrupted by the consciousness of death."
"He first tried to use the absolute zero of Ice to freeze the ball of Blackheart, but the result was that he set himself on fire, or in other words, he drew the 'death energy' into his body."
The sound of light and shadow suddenly became ethereal, as if it was going away quickly, but every word still penetrated Viserys's eardrums, saying, "Heart of Death has self-awareness, and it will sense any desire and fear that exists. Cold God is eager to defeat Lord of Light, and his greed for power allows it to find a breakthrough."
At this moment, the picture in front of Viserys suddenly flickered. This time, Viserys saw a pair of eyes as blue as ice.
That was Night's King, or a leader of First Men before being transformed, an ancestor of House Stark. He stood in front of Heart of Death, with a Dragonglass Dagger inserted into his chest, his eyes filled with despair and determination.
"Night's King did not fall voluntarily. He was the vessel chosen by Cold God. When Cold God cannot fully control Heart of Death, he needs a purer and colder medium to carry that power."
"So, he implanted part of Heart of Death's power into Night's King's body, turning it into a being that can control death. Those Others are all members of Night's King's tribe. They also carry part of the death energy, so they have their own consciousness and become a new race, but they are all controlled by Cold God."
"So, if you want to deal with Cold God, you must first cut off the invisible umbilical cord between him and 'Heart of Death', or... first completely replace Night's King and become a more perfect container than Cold God."
"You mean, Night's King is just a semi-finished product?" Viserys said coldly.
"It can be understood that way." The voice of light and shadow became weaker, as if it would dissipate in the air at any time, saying, "Cold God's body cannot carry 'Heart of Death' for a long time, because his essence is Ice and darkness, and 'Heart of Death' represents the pure concept of death."
"Although the two are somewhat related, their natures are incompatible. Forcible fusion will only drive him into madness, so he created Night's King, a First Men leader with Stark blood and a natural affinity for cold, and tried to indirectly control that power through him."
"But Night's King failed, or in other words, he was not perfect enough to fully achieve Cold God's ideals, so he was defeated by the First Mens, and Cold God made a new Night's King." Viserys said in time.
"Yes, no matter how many times, as long as Night's King still retains traces of being a 'human', he will never be able to completely contain that power. But you are different. Viserys, you should have been marked with death long ago. You are a more perfect container than Night's King."
At this point, the light and shadow completely turned into a ball, leaving only the last sentence, saying, "Remember, Viserys. Targaryen, when you want to control death, you must be colder than death, more ruthless than nothingness, I wish you good luck..."