Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 203 Result
Fist against fist, flesh against flesh.

Doro and Moher's fists continued to collide, and terrifying power surged forth time and time again.

Moch always said, "Life as great as ours."

At this moment, there is no greatness to speak of, only two "madmen" fighting each other, constantly battling, as if they will not stop until they kill each other.

"Moher! The eternal have their own eternity, but that is not a reason to deprive others of their life and will!"

"I told you long ago! The strong have the freedom to be willful! If you want to say such things, wait until you defeat me! You once wielded the sword of the hero and defeated me. Now, the sword of the hero and the armor of the hero are still there! Why don't you draw your sword? Why don't you use it?!"

"That belongs to him! Even though it was a fabricated life! He still fulfilled the duty of a hero, fighting to the last breath against what was causing destruction to the world! If there is anyone in this world who deserves to be called a hero, it is not me! It is him! I sincerely express my respect to him!"

Doro gripped Mohe's neck tightly with both hands, but the Demon Queen didn't suffocate. Her slender neck seemed like it would snap at any moment, yet it was incredibly resilient. Her two slender arms clasped Doro's strong arms, slowly pulling away from her neck: "Worthy of being called a hero? The weak are weak, the invincible are invincible. The ominous are nothing but things we banish. This imposter couldn't even defeat them and will die here precisely because he is not a hero! If he could truly bear this name, he would be like you, leaping through battles like this! Reaching a completely new realm in battles like this! Instead of becoming a corpse like this!"

She grabbed Doro's hand and slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. The terrifying force caused cracks to appear in the ground. However, even with such a slam, she couldn't really hurt Doro. Despite being thrown down like that, he still held onto Moh's hand and forcibly pulled Moh to the ground as well. At this moment, she straddled Moh's waist and grabbed Moh's neck, saying, "Apologize to me."

Moh reached out and tugged at Doro's fingers again: "Does this thing deserve my apology? I only give my attention to qualified life forms. I can apologize to you, but I can't apologize to him!"

She raised her leg and kicked Doro in the back of the head, making him dizzy. Then Moh turned around and straddled Doro, repeatedly punching him in the face: "You! Doro! You really think you can beat me! Pointing fingers at me here, do you know if you have the right? You don't! I am the greatest life form in this world! I have traversed countless times and years! Your existence is because of me!"

It is because I created so many things in this world, because I led so many races in this world forward, because of my domination, my indulgence, and my expectations, that something like you, Doro, came into being!

"You are nothing but a product of the world responding to my call, to my desires. You killed me once, yet you think you can boss me around and make me your thing! What are you?!"

Crimson blood flowed as Doro gripped Moh's fist, his own wounds healing rapidly: "What am I? A loss is a loss, Moh. Is it because the great Demon King can't accept defeat? If you truly believed you could defeat me, why resort to such methods? If you think such things are child's play... then it's just a little game. Who takes games seriously? Moh, only you are so earnest, and only you... can't accept defeat!"

"I can't accept defeat? Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Fists clashed once more. Moh and Doro were in a frenzy, their laughter echoing throughout the world. Compared to them, the tentacles in the sky seemed less terrifying. The battle between the Demon King and the Human King seemed more likely to plunge the world into destruction.

Ultimately, no matter how kind or friendly a person is, if one person wants to teach another something, if one person wants another to understand their inner self, if one person wants to achieve inner communication and exchange… only through battle! Only through this kind of battle! Only through this kind of violence! Only through the purest of desires… can people know the direction of the future!

Is the virtual realm still important in the war at this moment?
Just as Moh once said, it doesn't really matter. The real important result is always who is stronger between Doro and Moh!
Moh really can't afford to lose. She created this situation and so many unexpected events just to weaken Doro.

The world is going to end!
Are you still capable of calmly confronting me?

What will happen in the war in the virtual world? Don't you care?
Aren't you afraid? I've left many backup plans in the virtual world that can actually kill people.
She wanted things like this to affect Doro's state—like Morgan's death, or the death of that fake A. Godora... She needed a flaw.

However, it does not.

In such a battle, there was only one thing that Moh could be certain of, only one thing that he could understand clearly... that is, Doro truly loved him deeply.

He likes himself.

He reveled in their battle, nothing could affect their fight… Mohe should have known this long ago. She should have known it back in her first duel with Doro—back in the Demon King's castle, she should have known that this man was capable of being deeply engrossed in such battles, capable of engaging, appreciating, and finding joy in them.

He expressed his love so passionately!

So disgusting, so headache-inducing, so hypocritical, so blatant!
But she hated it!

She hated this man for killing her!

She hated the man who killed her, the man who should have been greater, more glorious, and more cold-blooded and ruthless than her. He stood helplessly in the tavern for a long time. She hated that she could lose to a man betrayed by a woman. She hated that Doro, despite his great power, was indecisive. She hated that she had to pay the price for this indecisiveness. She had to compromise for it, from the very first day she met Doro again, from the very first day she met this man in the tavern!

What she wanted to do has never changed!
A jet-black magic blade appeared in her hand, and she angrily stabbed it at Doro.

However, this was still a meaningless attack; even the Demon King's magic could not erode eternity.

And to use such methods—

She was pinned to the ground by Doro. The magic blade in her hand shattered.

"You lost, Moher."

"You better kill me this time."

Mohenaus's golden and silver eyes remained cold and ruthless.

Doro hated it, hated those eyes. He preferred Moher's pair of dark eyes, eyes that seemed to swallow everything, or rather, eyes that could encompass everything.

He hated those eyes that seemed devoid of emotion, eyes that could see through reality and illusion, eyes that could transcend time and space.

and so……

He pressed his hand against the eyes, then kissed Moher's lips.

This scumbag!

As expected, Doro was bitten, but he didn't hesitate or hold back at this moment, and he bit down hard in return.

Crimson and golden blood flowed and mingled between their lips and teeth.

“I’ll kill you, I promise, Moh.”

"You scum! You're clearly..."

Doro kissed Moher again.

……

The Demon King tastes really good.

This was Doro's assessment. Doro wasn't entirely inexperienced with women; compared to Lisdoye and Rose, the Demon King himself was undeniably more alluring. Simply put, the sense of conquest alone was irresistible, especially since Mohe had been resisting. But with these things, the more you resist, the more excited you become. "Mohe, how are you feeling?"

Mohe silently pulled herself aside, and darkness enveloped her body. She looked at Doro coldly and smiled sarcastically, "It's just a dog bite. It won't kill you anyway. Why don't you just kill me? You should know that even if I do something like that, I will not submit to you or fawn over you."

“The strong have the freedom to do as they please. Moh, you are weaker than me. If you really want to die, I will do it.” His gaze turned colder. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Mohe fell silent for a long while before whispering, "He pulls up his pants and then ignores her... Completely scumbag behavior..."

Her voice grew louder: "During the period when the ominous invades the world, all the dead souls will be marked by the ominous, taken into their possession, and then corrupted—but this corruption can be purified. As long as these souls are retrieved, the dead lives can be resurrected, and can be saved in the first place."

What do you think this means?

Doro stared at Moh and asked this question.

Moher did not want to answer.

Doro moved a little closer to Moher.

Mohe gritted her teeth and said, "It means that I felt I was more likely to lose from the beginning, which is why I kept my options open and didn't fight you to the death. It means that I still want to survive by any means necessary..." She stared at Doro resentfully, "So, having won and now having the right to be willful, Lord Doro, you can order this lowly servant of yours to do whatever you want."

“Then go do what you’re supposed to do, Moher.”

"Follow your orders."

Moher took to the sky.

Doro lay down on the ground.

He watched as the tentacles in the sky gradually disappeared and dissipated, and in response, many points of light fell from the sky, and a huge mirror appeared in the sky.

All those specks of light entered the mirror.

He knew that Moh was temporarily containing many souls, just like what had happened in Buto City. She would later recreate bodies for these people and then resurrect them.

Moher reappeared beside Doro.

She stared at Doro: "Were you exhausted just now?"

"After all, this kind of thing is always more tiring for men. Do you want to try again?"

You'd better always be better than me.

As soon as Mohe said that, her expression changed, and her mature body quickly transformed back into the petite girl she once was.

The gold and silver in his eyes had all faded.

Doro knew this was Moh's "forward." She adjusted the direction of her "forward."

"Mr. Doro! What are your plans regarding the Void Realm?"

“The people of the Void Realm are all ambitious. Let them fight first.” Doro gave an answer that Moh had not expected. “I have no goodwill towards them. It’s a pleasant thing to keep them worrying while they continue to fight.”

“Your wife, Lisdowei, is inside.”

Doro nodded: "After this is over, I will apologize to Lisdowei and ask for her forgiveness."

"You really are heartless..."

This kind of conversation is just like it used to be.

This is Moher's disguise.

Having just seen Moh's true face, and being with Moh like this again, the girl actually felt very awkward. However, Doro definitely preferred Moh this way; this kind of Moh made her feel at ease.

He then said to Moch, "I want a lap pillow."

Mohe paused for a moment, then helplessly brushed her long, black hair aside, knelt on the ground, and let Doro lie down on her.

The girl placed her hand on Doro's hair, unconsciously combing it as if she found it amusing.

“It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve looked at the sky like this. It’s hard to believe that just now all that was ominous—you’re a very frightening person, Moher.”

“Perhaps I should be proud of this, Mr. Doro.” Moh’s tone was very calm, and a faint melancholy and helplessness seemed to ripple in his dark eyes. “However, being called terrible by the person who just beat you is really unreal. It just feels like the other person is mocking you. What do you think?”

Doro felt the soft touch of the girl's thigh: "Speaking of which, your golden blood tastes alright. I think I can understand Lisdowei's feelings as a vampire a little better now."

"You'd better actually think the blood tastes good."

Moher rolled her eyes, but a gentle smile eventually appeared on her face.

“Mr. Doro, you can relax now. You have won the victory over me, and you deserve to savor it. You don’t need to keep confirming your victory. I will be very obedient until I have the absolute power to defeat you, so you just need to relax now.”

How could she smile like that, even though she's a loser?

Doro didn't know, but that was Moher.

In this world that seemed to have just experienced destruction, Doro lay on Moher's lap and gradually drifted off to sleep.

(End of this chapter)