Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 30 Torn Arm

Warcraft - in the traditional sense, is considered to be the creation of the devil.

Demon King Moher didn't object to this. In fact, after the demons were defeated, Warcraft was generally considered a category of wild beasts. However, it was a more special beast. After all, this kind of creature did suddenly appear among wild beasts. Therefore, gradually, the idea that Warcraft was the creation of the Demon King was gradually pried open.

Contemporary Warcraft scholars believe that Warcraft may be the earliest usage of the word "demon", and the title of Demon King should be given later. It is a life as terrifying as Warcraft, and then the demons are also considered to be the same existence... Of course, these Warcraft scholars have the same identity as dwarves.

This statement conflicts with that of the White Church.

Therefore, more than a decade after the Demon King was defeated, the dwarves were in the worst situation—they were considered to be those who had strayed from faith, apostates, and those who challenged the authority of the gods. They were a race that would sooner or later degenerate into the "Demon Clan."

Of course... this is just a secret description of some races, and it has not yet become a fact recognized by the world. If this fact is established, then perhaps the end of the dwarf race will come.

On this day, known as God's Creation Day, the God-given city, Naluen, suffered an unprecedented attack by magical beasts.

This was a truly incredible thing... Ever since the Demon King was defeated, the number of Warcraft in this world had dwindled. The terrifying "Warcraft Tide" of the past had long since ceased. While the Warcraft possessed intelligence, their bestial nature prevented them from being organized. Coupled with the hunting of various races, the number of Warcraft could never sustain a single attack on a city.

But this is what happened.

When people gathered in the square of Naluen to worship the statues of God and the Saint, and when the Saint was fighting with the hero, the monsters launched an attack.

Cracks appeared in the sky, and then the ferocious and violent monsters, carrying their dark and cruel power, began to slaughter the people in the city wantonly.

Lisiduo appeared in the sky, blood lingering around her. The silver-haired woman held a horn in her hand.

She mustered up her courage and blew the horn at the cost of her blood.

It was a masterpiece of alchemy that once belonged to the Demon King.

"The horn of destruction and the end."

When this horn is blown, countless magical beasts will be summoned from the void. No one knows the origin of these magical beasts except the Demon King himself, but - this horn, without a doubt, has the power to destroy a city, even if the name of this city is "Naluen".

The devil himself does not like this horn.

After all, what the world considers a masterpiece is, in the eyes of the Demon King himself, a failure. The Demon King had high hopes for this horn, thus bestowing it with the name "World Destruction and End," but its effectiveness was poor, at best destroying a city—something the Demon King himself could easily accomplish. If his own creation couldn't accomplish what he couldn't, then what "greatness" could it truly be?
So Mohe threw this thing into his own "space" to gather dust.

In her current weak situation, she herself couldn't use such a horn, so she took it out and threw it to Lisiduowei. Lisiduowei had the ability to blow the horn. If she remembered correctly, she had also given Lisiduowei another prop that was more useful than this horn -

Mohe calmly watched as numerous magical beasts descended from the sky and wreaked havoc in the city.

"Alas! This is indeed a failure. It shouldn't be this way, right? A horn made from the horn of the World-Destroying Dragon. There's no way it should be weaker than the dragon itself... My alchemy doesn't just make things stronger, it can't make them weaker... So it's the World-Destroying Dragon itself that's powerful, not the symbolic horn? I make mistakes like this sometimes!"

She reflected on her past expectations for this horn: "From its current performance, it's OK. Normally, a horn that would cost one's life is a good fit for Lisiduowei. The combination of failures is also good. It can achieve a 1+1 greater than 2 effect."

She was quite satisfied.

He walked towards the inside of the church as if no one was around.

The battle between Duo Luo and Xia Di had reached a fever pitch. Xia Di's holy blood, seemingly free of charge, splattered almost every corner of the church, leaving a stain of blood everywhere—yet she remained full of life, still full of energy, and continued to attack Duo Luo. The number of times she was struck by the sword decreased, and she seemed to be still growing, understanding Duo Luo's sword—

The broken sword completely shattered at a certain moment.

At this moment, Xia Di rushed forward, and her fists were like a never-ending rain, hitting every corner of Duo Luo's body.

Dora's body, which had long been rusting, seemed completely unable to withstand such a violent attack. It was like an ordinary fallen leaf, swaying continuously in the rain, as if it would be shattered in the next moment.

"Is this all you have?!"

While punching, he questioned: "Without the sword! Without the armor! Is this all you can do? Ah Godora! Let me see you again! That light that shines on people! Let me see you again! The arrogant look you once had!"

She seemed to be shouting.

That's weird.

Duo Luo thought, she had done such a thing, so even if there was a so-called light, it should have been extinguished by her own hands long ago. Why did she still crave it so much? How could she be so conflicted?

but……

He grabbed Shadi's hand.

The torrential rain of punches finally stopped at this moment, and blood was faintly flowing from all over Duo Luo's body.

"I told you, I'm Doro now, not A. Godora!"

At this moment, he pulled Xia Di's hands and tore both hands off Xia Di's body!

Moh, who secretly witnessed this behavior, couldn't help but be shocked.

This man still likes to divide people. At that time, he cut himself with a sword, but unexpectedly, this time he was even more violent and directly tore off his old lover's hand.

Too brutal.

Shouldn't he be given the title of Demon King? He'll be called "The Great Demon King of Tearing."

She couldn't help but laugh.

Ah... That's a bit bad, it shouldn't have been discovered.

But, it doesn’t matter now, right?
If I had to give a reason—Shadi's end was approaching.

She could already feel that distorted belief beginning to enter into Xia Di's essence.

Just like Lisiduowei was "contaminated" by pure blood, Xiadi will also be contaminated by "impurities".

You only have one trick to travel the world with!
(End of this chapter)