Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 196 Crown Condensation
Forging a supreme crown was not too difficult for Mohe. Compared to the battlefield she created in the world of the dead, the main problem was the collection and processing of raw materials.

A crown capable of commanding all races in the world.

Doro's subordinates can collect blood from various races, and Doro has expressed his cooperation, but there are some things that he needs to obtain himself. For example, the dragons at sea.

Nowadays, most of the major races are active in shallow waters, while the deep sea has become a forbidden zone for life. This is closely related to dragons. As mentioned before, the dragon race likes to have children with other races, but it is quite difficult for them to have children within their own race.

The same applies in the deep sea.

Therefore, there are now many sub-dragon species in the deep sea. For most people, the vast ocean surface offers no leverage or place to rest. Even the strong can easily be exhausted and die on the surface. Thus, the deep sea has gradually become an extremely secluded place.

But this meant nothing to Moher.

She walked alone on the sea, and beneath the clear, mirror-like water, a huge shadow gradually emerged.

Moh sighed, "Even though we both have children with different races, it's true that marine creatures are much dumber than land creatures. Is it related to their brain structure? Why would land creatures attack me?"

Her slender bare feet lightly touched the surface of the sea.

The water ripples gently.

The enormous shadow, comparable in size to the Moher mansion, sank deeper and deeper into the ocean before it even rose above the surface, becoming invisible to anyone in the deep sea.

Moher gazed at the boundless sea.

She took out the Heavenly Scale and began to play it on the sea.

The sound of music began to spread unrestricted across the sea, even reaching the shore through the seawater.

"It's the Sirens! It's the song of the Sirens!" the fishermen shouted. They were a sea race that Moh had once created. After Moh's defeat, the race became extinct, but that did not stop the story of the race from being told along the coast.

The siren's song is known as "the song of the fallen."

Of course, Moher wasn't actually singing; she was just playing an instrument. But that was terrifying enough—music from an unknown source, music that could be heard even with your ears plugged.

It's like music that resonates directly in people's hearts!

Shortly after Moh began to play, a fierce wind howled across the sea, and a gigantic creature, riding the wind, broke through the clouds and landed in front of Moh.

Its body is as large as a mountain, but its movement on the water is extremely gentle, barely making a splash.

After landing on the water, the enormous creature emitted a dazzling light.

After the light faded, a pink-haired girl stood on the water, with horns on her head similar to those of demons. Although dragons don't actually have these features.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty! Your servant, the Dragon King Morgan, pays his respects."

Moh stared at her: "After all this time, you still haven't chosen a partner?"

"Ah... as you know, there aren't many outstanding young talents in our clan, and we haven't had many children in the past, so even finding a sufficiently excellent dragon is extremely difficult." She scratched her head somewhat awkwardly. "Did you call me for something?"

"Hmm, take out your blood, I want to make a crown."

"Are you finally going to actually rule over all races?"

The dragon named Morgan's eyes sparkled like stars as she looked on with adoration: "Our dragon race will always follow you!"

"No, you're mistaken. This crown does not belong to me yet."

"What?"

Mohe was somewhat puzzled: "Haven't your dragon race been gathering intelligence on the land for the past few decades?"

What happened on land?

Morgan looked puzzled. What changes would occur under the rule of the Great Demon King? Thousands of years had passed...

"Didn't you see that my race has changed?"

"Didn't you also transform into certain races to learn some things before?"

Moh sighed: "It's different. My essence didn't change before, but it's different now. I was killed, and this body is a reincarnation."

"What!!!!!"

The pink-haired girl suddenly screamed, her voice transforming into sonic waves that created huge sprays on the sea: "What did you say! You said you were murdered!"

“Yes, a human named Doro defeated me, killed me, and reached the same realm as me. Now I must fight him once again. The crown I'm forging now is the reward for such a war. Therefore, it may not necessarily belong to me.” “Unbelievable…”

The Dragon King finally calmed down: "We have only been away from the land for a hundred years, less than a thousand years, and yet such a great thing has happened! It was indeed a mistake to come to the sea in the first place."

"No, this is a good thing for your dragon race. After all, if you were still on land when I was defeated, you might have been completely wiped out by now. Being at sea saves you from that fate. It also saves me the trouble of rebuilding you, but I might not necessarily do that."

"If one day we perish, please be sure to recreate us."

The girl before him lacked any of the majesty expected of a dragon queen. She had been like this for many years. Despite being the most powerful of the dragons, having defeated other dragons to become her queen, she consistently did foolish things, resulting in a complete lack of authority. Ultimately, even the dragons disobeyed her commands and abandoned their "leader." She herself had shamelessly chased him to the ocean.

But this person was quite lucky; otherwise, it would be fair to say that dragons are actually a race favored by the world…

"Alright, give me the blood. I need to go back and make a crown. If you plan to bring the dragons back to the world, then wait until my war with him is over before returning—it's a real shame that your race is gone."

"..." If the dragon is to be destroyed, wouldn't it be you and someone else who would do it?
Morgan wanted to say that, but she didn't. She simply let a drop of colored blood flow silently: "How much do you need?"

"This is enough."

Mohe casually picked up the drop of blood: "After things settle down, whether I win or he wins, he probably won't make things difficult for the dragon race. Although I was thinking before about whether it would be better for the dragon race to develop if I just killed you and let them choose a new leader, but... never mind."

Morgan almost knelt on the sea and kowtowed to Moher: "Great Demon King, thank you for your mercy!"

This dragon always does these kinds of unreliable things.

Moher turned around and disappeared from the sea.

……

The blood of various races was poured into a huge pool of blood. Although only a small amount of blood from each race was used, it still formed a massive pool when combined. This shows that there are quite a few races in this world.

Moh nodded in satisfaction.

This blood is the raw material she needs, and she will use all her knowledge to help her.

For example, using alchemy to construct a crown from this blood as raw material, and at the same time, using magic as a link and curses to control various races... Relying on this blood, the crown that Moh wants to create can truly control everything in a practical sense.

They even use astrology; under certain astrological aspects, the crown's owner can see the future of a race through the crown's power.

She hadn't tried making something like this in a long time.

But in reality, it's not that she used all her knowledge and wisdom to make this thing so noble—in terms of quality, it's actually no different from the Mirror of Abinu.

For example, there is a quality index—most alchemists in the world make things with a quality of around 100 to 100, while someone like Adeline can make things with a quality of around 500 to 800, and her earthly heavenly kingdom of Moher can give 900. This is the quality in itself, but Adeline's concept is great, and if it continues to grow, it can continue to increase.

But ultimately...

That is, 999.
Moher was only capable of producing things of this caliber.

Adding all sorts of things to it results in 999.
It will never become stronger.

Just as countless life forms are unable to comprehend the realms of Moher and Doro, forever remaining below them, Moher is unable to advance to a higher level. Even though she already possesses so much—she doesn't know if Doro feels the same way, or if Doro can continue to grow stronger?
If that's the case, then I've truly lost to the goddess.

She made a breakthrough based on what she had already done.

Is such a thing possible?
Moher shook his head.

Even for her, it seems only natural that she would waver because of Doro.

After all, he was very strong, and it was impossible for Moh to say that he was truly calm towards Doro.

That was the existence that killed itself. Over the long years, the goddess could not kill itself, the World Tree collapsed, and misfortune could not kill itself—none of these great beings could kill itself… yet it was itself that was killed.

She always looked at Doro with a smile, always showing composure and magnanimity... wasn't that a kind of extraordinary composure?
Because she knew better than anyone that it was a deliberate display of composure, and that the Demon King was not as merciful as she had told Doro. The Demon King's cruel rule in the past did exist, and she, Mohe, could indeed do some terrible things because of her own mood.

She covered it up and misled Doro's thoughts.

The crown was formed from fresh blood.

"It's time to begin, Mr. Doro. Our war."

The crown fell into her hands.

(End of this chapter)