Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 39 The Artificial Sun Rises
Mohe didn't dwell too much on what Dora would do. She had already cared enough about this former hero, and this was the best she could do at the moment.

She returned to the room where she performed alchemy.

Originally, what she told Dora about Lisiduowei was just an episode in the alchemy process, and alchemy itself takes some time, so she took out this free time. Now, various objects have been fully reflected in it, and she only needs to add her own ideas to make her ideal thing come into being.

Compared to magic, Mohe prefers alchemy. From her personal perspective, alchemy has more mysterious meaning.

Even the Demon King cannot guarantee the results of alchemy 100%. This is the charm of this technology. She likes such things.

Of course, the alchemical materials this time are difficult to obtain, especially things like Xia Di's arm, which are really rare objects. It is not certain that you can get them next time, so Mo He was a little nervous for the first time in a long time.

This was a very rare emotion for Moher, one she both resisted and anticipated. As a king destined to rule the world, a being destined to embrace the world, Moher shouldn't have these emotions, but precisely because they shouldn't, they were particularly worth anticipating.

What if it fails?
Failure wasn't a big deal, after all. It was just an artificial sun used in a manor, to improve the quality of the grapes and make better wine. Of course, initially, it was only grape wine. Later, she planned to make some other fruits to make fruit wine. As for grain wine...

She stopped her thoughts and put her will into the alchemical cauldron.

The mysterious liquid was constantly stirred, and those symbolic objects kept floating up and down in the alchemical cauldron. As time went by, at a certain moment, these symbolic objects gradually merged.

The image of "sun" kept repeating in Moher's mind.

This impression is extremely important, the understanding of the sun - fortunately, Mohe has a very deep impression of this, and his understanding far exceeds that of others. For a strong person in her field, the study of celestial bodies is extremely important. Most of the magic masters in this world will study celestial bodies, and the same is true for alchemists and curse masters.

Regardless of their race, masters... all instinctively yearn for the starry sky, and ascribe mystical meanings to it and the stars. Various celestial phenomena thus possess distinct meanings, and the attribution of these meanings also influences mysterious powers, including magic, curses, and alchemy...

Is there anyone in this world who has a deeper understanding of celestial bodies than the Demon King?
Moher himself couldn't say for sure, but each race had its own secret traditions. In fact, alchemical tools resembling celestial bodies had appeared many times throughout history, and there was no shortage of alchemical tools symbolizing the sun. However, different alchemical tools had different effects, some focusing on combat, while others...

A small sun rose from the alchemical cauldron. This sun was only about the size of a human head, but it shone with dazzling light, as if it could dispel all the darkness in the world and bring light to the world.

The whole house was illuminated by the sun's rays, making it look golden and magnificent. It was warm but not scorching.

"This is what I want. It's truly worthy of me, isn't it? The sun, a symbol of life, possesses a destructive power, but it's truly difficult to remove. After becoming weaker, my control over alchemy has become more refined. Becoming weak isn't necessarily a bad thing; at least it's allowed me to discover many of my past shortcomings."

The warm sun returned to Moher's palm, suspended in her left hand. She muttered to herself once more, and then the sun's light in her palm began to fade, transforming into a pitch-black ball that looked like a coal ball.

She brought this thing to the manor.

Looking at the seedlings that had been planted, she couldn't help but smile.

This feeling was truly subtle. Humans were born with a natural talent for planting. No matter how harsh the environment, it seemed that as long as the human population increased, they would be able to find suitable crops for food, research and cultivate them, and ultimately survive completely. And now, as a human being, she actually looked forward to the crops she planted. The thought of a good harvest in the future brought her joy.

She is not opposed to this feeling.

After all, the seemingly weak and puny humans are the culprits that led to the destruction of the demon clan. Her becoming a human during reincarnation may be the so-called "destiny".

She should understand this race.

So, for the time being, she hadn't sought to reclaim her horns. Those horns symbolized both creation and destruction, and were also a symbol of the demon race. All demons possessed horns. However, Lisiduowei's horns had been severed by herself... during her initial betrayal.

It's all old history now, not worth mentioning.

"I also need a barrier. I can't let anyone who comes in discover that this is an artificial sun. Although this is entirely possible from an alchemical perspective, it's a bit too abrupt in Baixi Town. I need something like a double illusion to conceal the true appearance."

However, this kind of thing can be achieved with magic. Moher can now use some magic of this level, and setting up a magic barrier is not a very difficult thing.

In short, let the sun rise first!
The coal ball once again burst into dazzling light, and warm light flowed out from it. Moher opened his arms, and the girl embraced the warm sunlight. Then, the sun set over the mansion, as if it was directly embedded in the mansion, becoming the eternal scenery of this mansion.

Suddenly, a warmth emanated from the entire mansion, a warmth that made people want to fall asleep peacefully.

Baixi Town was often quite humid due to its proximity to a stream, but at this moment, all the cold and damp air had dissipated. The people inside immediately went to the window and saw the artificial sun hanging high in the sky, seemingly rivaling the real one—though they knew it was a matter of perspective.

"Demon King Moher..."

Duo Luo looked at the sun in the sky and couldn't help but call out Mohe's name. He knew that Xia Di's arms had completely become the sun in the sky at this moment. Mohe had completed her alchemy... Correspondingly, Xia Di would lose the connection with these hands. She would probably jump up in anger...

However, as Moh said, Xiadi's life may not be so easy now.

The church is not necessarily a monolithic entity, nor are humans or the major races. The struggle for power exists everywhere. When the Demon King was powerful, everyone could unite and fight against him together. But now that the Demon King is still weak, how to bring down others has become an important issue.

This is how Dora fell. He didn't understand it in the past, but over time, he's come to understand the struggles of humanity. Though he's been reluctant to admit it, isn't alcoholism a means of escape? It's precisely because he knows, yet refuses to admit it, that he drinks constantly.

He hadn't been drinking heavily lately. He drank more for the purpose of appreciation, after all, having been designated a "taster" by Moher. In Moher's words, the taste of the wine produced in the mansion would be determined by Dora's tastes, and Moher trusted his "aesthetic sense."

Duo Luo doesn't think he has this kind of aesthetic taste at all.

But since Mohe arranged it this way, then let it be... I have indeed drunk a lot of wine over the years. Although the purpose is to make myself drunk, I can indeed feel the difference in taste between different wines.

Looking at the sun rising in the sky, he actually felt a sense of peace in his heart.

It's like... it's like...

It's like finding home.

Surprised by this subtle feeling, Duo Luo slapped his face. He warned himself in his heart to wake up. This was not his home. This was just the mansion where the Demon King Moher used to hide his identity. This was just the Demon King's whim. The relationship between him and the Demon King Moher was only a transaction, and it should only be a transaction.

A selfish and despicable person who betrays humanity should maintain a relationship with the devil.

He shouldn't have had a home.

……

"Saint Shadi, how will you be held responsible for the attack on Naluen? The Church lost an entire order of holy knights there!"

Xia Di's eyes were cold. "Demon King, the Scarlet Queen used the Horn of Destruction and Doom to attack the Divine City. At least I saved the Demon King's arm. What else do you want from me?"

The man questioning her was a member of the White Church's elders, a group comprised entirely of veterans bearing the name "White." It was undeniable that these individuals had devoted countless hours to the church's development, having fought and shed blood for it in their youth. They might not be powerful, but they were undoubtedly loyal to the church...

But so what?

Shadi pulled off her sleeves.

As a saint, this behavior was not decent and should even be blamed - but Xia Di didn't want to talk too much with these old guys.

"Alchemical Arm! You..."

There are visible movable joints at the location of her shoulders.

"During that battle, A. Godo, the previous generation hero who killed the current hero, Frodonic, tore off my two arms. Now, those arms have lost their connection to me, and they're being used as alchemical tools. Is that enough of an explanation?"

The elders were speechless.

"I am the one who should be held responsible now! Bai Luther! Why did my faith change? Why did you fall under the demon's spell?"

(End of this chapter)