Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 78: Reshaping Begins
"Even if you were to test me like this, I wouldn't react. As you said, it would become like this, and I would be betrayed - it has something to do with me."

Dora was surprisingly not angry. "Even though it's related to me, I don't think I did anything wrong. Xia Di said it was because I didn't make any choices, because I didn't shoulder the responsibilities that a hero should have. From her perspective, perhaps that's true. Of course, this could just be her justification for her actions...to make herself feel better, to rationalize her betrayal."

"Hey, I didn't try anything. If Mr. Duo Luo insists on thinking that way, there's nothing I can do. But it seems that Mr. Duo Luo has some understanding and ideas of his own, right?"

"Indeed, there are some, but I haven't thought it through completely yet. I need to think about it further. So I won't tell you for now."

Mo He was a little surprised. She looked at Duo Luo meaningfully: "Mr. Duo Luo's statement seems to mean that he will tell me as long as he has an idea. I am very happy~"

"That's actually the case. You told me a lot of things, and I only told you some of my thoughts. So, I think I made some money."

Something is wrong. There is nine out of ten things wrong with this brave man.

Could it be that I've done something recently that might improve his favorability? Why has his attitude towards me suddenly changed? No matter what, he should be wary of me. Statements like this make it seem like I'm an old friend—which is fine... but it doesn't feel right.

"After removing the impurities from Lisiduowei's body, she will fall into a dying state. Of course, due to her essence and my eternal existence, she will not really die." Mohe changed the subject and returned his gaze to Lisiduowei, who was placed in the center of the room, soaking in a large bathtub.

Originally, the bathtub was filled with some transparent liquid, but at this moment, it had been stained as black as ink by the so-called "impurities".

"In fact, when I resurrected Rose, I deliberately failed the ritual to incur some kind of 'punishment.' Failed prayers to God will bring about some inexplicable things. In human cognition, those things are probably quite strange—there's actually a description of this among humans, right? You often call it 'ominous.'"

Dora seemed to remember something.

"Those who are not truly loyal to the gods, who use false hearts to fool the gods, will be punished by the gods and thus be tainted with misfortune..." Dora recalled some of the statements of the White Church.

Moher said with a grin, "This is related to past history. I don't know if you're interested in knowing it. This is history before you humans. So it doesn't really matter whether you know it or not."

The ancient demon king seemed to be recalling something. "You can think of this ominousness as a curse, although it is completely different from the nature of a curse. It is the legacy of some losers. But it is indeed very useful."

She walked step by step to the bathtub, the light of magic lingering between her fingers, and Lisiduo was pulled by her power and floated out of the bathtub.

"After all, these things are almost eternal. They existed in the history before you humans, and they still appear today." She moved Lisiduowei and placed her on something that looked like an altar.

"Alas! Not having my horns back is such a hassle. If Mr. Duo Luo had taken them back, I could have skipped all the hassles and directly created a new life. As it is now, just preparing the materials has taken almost a month. And having to use rituals to assist is truly shameful. It might even put me under the scrutiny of the gods again. This is terrible."

Duo Luo just asked: "This won't affect your operation, right?"

"...What a cold-hearted man! I'm the one running around, and you only care about Lisiduowei? Speaking of which... Mr. Duoluo, it's rare for Lisiduowei to fall into such a profound transformation. Look at her great figure... I can guarantee that she won't wake up midway. Don't you want to do something about her?"

"You want me to do that to a sleeping girl? Even if I'm a scumbag, an incompetent uncle, I wouldn't do such a thing, right?"

Mo He smiled wickedly and said, "Why bother? Li Siduowei likes you to begin with. If she knew you did something like this, she would probably be overjoyed. What's the impact? When it comes to things that are consensual, how can there be right or wrong?"

Duo Luo just stood there without saying a word, neither going out nor coming closer.

"...Okay. You've probably seen an altar like this before, Mr. Dora. In the White Church's understanding, the altar is a replica of the Throne of God. The Throne of God is traditionally considered to be the power of God, the embodiment of the godhead, like a king sitting on a throne—which itself imitates the Throne of God. Whoever sits on the throne is the king... This symbolism is much greater. Accordingly, the altar adopts that symbolic meaning."

Moher briefly explained the principles behind the altar he had set up. "Normally, after setting up an altar, the probability of a spell being successful is much higher. After all, the theory about the altar is correct. As for why humans know how to build altars? Of course, I taught them that."

"...?"

Dora was stunned. "It's not quite right to say I taught her. I did it before, and someone else learned it. It eventually spread to humans, and ultimately became one of the factors that led to my death... It's quite ironic," Moher sighed. "Based on this altar, as a fourth-generation vampire, Lisiduowei needs to possess completely different powers than before."

At this point, Mohe rubbed his brows and said, "My original intention was to have you get the blood of a dragon, a phoenix, a sea serpent king, or a unicorn—the blood of mythical creatures in the common sense as a base... but after thinking it over..."

"Give me a drop of your blood."

Dora didn't hesitate much, and a drop of bright red blood flowed from his fingers and flew to Mohe's side.

Then, a drop of golden blood flowed from Moher's fingertips: "What blood in this world can compare to the blood of the brave and the demon king?"

The golden and red blood intertwined at this moment, as if mixed together, yet seemed completely distinct.

"Using a technique similar to alchemy, with our high-quality blood as the base, just like a stone mill—have you ever seen wheat flour being ground? We'll create something like this within Lisiduowei's body, allowing her to grind down anything with impurities, making it easier to absorb. This will address her own shortcomings. So, generally speaking, the materials we've prepared are all for these two drops of blood."

Moher took out a bottle containing a misty white liquid.

"After collecting so many materials, the final result of alchemy is this thing."

She tossed the bottle to Duo Luo. "Use the liquid in this bottle to wipe Li Siduo's entire body. Apply it to her skin—just the surface. Don't apply it to any strange places... I have to leave this to you. I need to deal with Wu Xiang, and I still need his power."

Dora is sure that Moh is serious.

He didn't believe Moher had no alternative plan, or that this process had to be performed now. However, Moher was the one leading the ceremony, and Duo Luo, who didn't know the ropes, couldn't give him instructions. So, he could only take the bottle, walk to the altar, pour out the white mist-like liquid from it, and patiently apply it to Lisiduowei.

The sound of chanting came from behind Duo Luo. He knew that Mohe had started chanting and praying to God, and was planning to pray for "defeat" again to obtain something from it as something to be attached to the two drops of blood.

But to be honest, although, although - Duo Luo has seen many romantic incidents over the years, but, but today's situation is a little different.

What Moh had just said came to Dora's mind.

"Even if you do something, she will just be happy."

really?
is it really like this?
If I do something to this girl named Lisiduowei, won’t she be angry?

He really wanted to slap himself. When he was eighteen years old, he was full of vigor and vitality, and he would not have such despicable thoughts. How come he had such thoughts constantly emerging from his heart when he was middle-aged and should have been more calm and more disciplined than before?
Could it be that Moher had done something? After all, the Demon King seemed to have the ability to feed on the emotions of others—had she eaten something like her own "moderation"?

No, no, no, putting the blame on others is a very abominable behavior. Duo Luo had to admit the fact that he seemed to have become more wretched than before.

Could it be that all these years of decadence have also eroded his bottom line?
He struggled hard with his own thoughts.

Moher didn't have time to worry about Dora's thoughts. She had to confirm once again the abnormality of the god during Rose's resurrection—was it just a coincidence, or was the other party truly observing her through someone or something?

"Great, Almighty, Loving God!"

Moh clasped his hands together, his face devout. "Your most loyal believer, I pray to you at this moment, beseeching you for your glory and mercy! Please send down the pure white light!"

(End of this chapter)