Chapter 165 Questions to Ask
Target?
The target is of course the hero A. Godora who defeated the Demon King!
It is ridiculous to say that the hero A. Godora is more powerful than the Demon King, and even the Demon King cannot be defeated, but he wants to take the hero as the target?
For Kraska, this is already the final decision.
He has his reasons for choosing his opponent.
No matter how powerful the hero is, his life is only more than 30 years.
However, he has lived for tens of thousands of years.
He does not want to kill Dora, but to merge with Dora.
Just like when Moher completed Elf's soul, he clearly said that the resurrected Elf cannot be regarded as the same as the Elf before her death. There are subtle differences between them. The completed soul is not a real soul.
This is what Kraska thought.
If he forced his soul to merge with Dora's soul, he would not be himself, and Dora would not be Dora, but - he had ten thousand years of time. In comparison, Dora's thirty years of time was less than one percent of the ten thousand years before... Even though Dora's soul was stronger, the time they experienced was different.
The long memory would make "Dora" or "A. Godora" insignificant - the hero who could defeat the Demon King would become Nakraska. Although the real Nakraska was dead!
But, if this could be considered a way to fulfill a long-cherished wish, then Nakraska would die without regrets.
This was a method that only he would use, and he was sure that the proud Demon King would not use this method to deal with the hero. This Demon King seemed to care nothing, but he was always creating things that had never been seen before. She would not want to merge with other people's souls.
She would defeat Dora through her own means.
Nakraska could no longer care about so much. This was his only way to prove his glory - this was the choice he made after so many years of obsession, the root of his desire, and the reason for the existence of the undead in front of him.
The terrifying power suddenly erupted, and countless thought groups emerged, squeezing Elf and Moher out alive.
"Doro!"
Elf subconsciously wanted to take action. Moher stretched out his hand to stop her: "Don't move, Elf, this is a very interesting development - to defeat me to such an extent... Sure enough, the undead are just undead. In order to achieve their goals, they have lost their glory and pride. He would not do such a thing if he was alive. At that time, he firmly believed that he could overcome everything. The undead just said it in a nice way, but in fact they have already resorted to any means. However, I prefer this kind of existence that does
whatever it takes." She did not hide her bad taste at all: "The meaning of life lies in the ugly struggle, the obsession to survive, the tenacious will to achieve a certain goal... This is exactly what makes life interesting. This kind of show will never make people feel tired no matter how many times you watch it, and there are always plots that make people shine."
As a resurrected undead, Elf already knew what Kraska was doing at this moment: "If Doro is eroded, it will be a bad thing for you, right? He is stronger than you, and may kill you completely."
"Alf!" Moher called out Elf's name with such emotion, "Don't you like the brave A. Godola? Why are you so unconfident about him? Kraska may think that I don't do this because I am proud of my identity. But that's wrong."
"What?"
Moher said with a smile, "He is a proud person. People like him will do such things after losing to me. Then what about me? How did I feel when I lost to Mr. Doro? He didn't seem to care too much? Didn't I think about such a thing at that time? Why didn't I do it?"
... Of course Elf didn't know. How could she know such a thing?
How could she have such a vision?
"The brave A. Godora - if you think you can use the scale of time to change his will, it is simply an extremely stupid act."
...
"This is the first time I see your appearance. Are people of your era so tall?"
Doro saw it, saw Kraska, or rather, saw the appearance of Kraska in Kraska's memory: "Your species is somewhat similar to humans."
"When the goddess created you humans, she more or less referred to our race, but our race was originally... How it was created, no one can tell. Perhaps only the goddess and the demon king can figure it out, or perhaps they themselves can't figure it out."
Kraska's huge body sat in front of Doro, with thick hair on his body: "Aren't you afraid? You should know what I'm going to do, right?"
"Use your long memory to cover my memory? You can't say that even in your sleep." Doro looked very calm, "You should have known it when you did this, right? I can completely resist your soul."
Kraska nodded, "Yes, that's why I am sitting here talking to you, because my last struggle was so ridiculous. From the information I know, you should not have this power. You don't have the symbol of the undead like the Demon King, so why can you resist it?"
"You don't have the symbol but you want to kill the symbol, what do you think?"
"...You obviously don't understand, but you still have the power of destruction. Are you extremely powerful?" Kraska said with a wry smile, "How can there be such an unreasonable thing like you in this world?"
"Reasonable things can't defeat the Demon King."
Doro seemed to be talking about something extremely ordinary, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Kraska sighed and said, "So, since you can destroy my soul directly, what do you want to say to me?"
"No, I don't have anything to say to you, nor do I have any questions to ask you. I just think you have something to say, so I give you a chance."
"What is this?"
"It's my kindness."
Kraska stared at Dora. He looked at Dora for a long time before finally saying dejectedly, "Ah... you are really the same thing."
"What aspects do you mean?"
"All aspects."
"Maybe."
Dora didn't care about it at all: "So, what do you want to say?"
"I have a lot to say. I want to ask you why you are so powerful, how you reached your level, and how to ask you... but those are meaningless. I already got the answer."
"So you can die without regrets?"
Kraska shook his head: "I still have one last question."
"What?"
"Will you fight the Demon King again?"
Dora suddenly laughed when he heard this question.
"Of course!"
He answered decisively. He even showed some excitement: "Of course she will fight me again. Then Kraska, do you think someone like the Demon King will be willing to lose to me? She has been showing me her cards, but she commented that your behavior is bluffing... Isn't she like this in front of me?
She wants me to think so, to let me know that her methods are just these, whether it is magic, alchemy, curse, divine art, fighting skills... progress, stagnation, creation, destruction... so many powers, she shows them all in front of me. She wants me to see all of her, to make me sure that she can't defeat me, and then she will have the conditions to defeat me."
"Can't she think of this?"
"It's not a question of whether she wants it or not, but a question of whether she can gain my trust. If I am always wary of her, then any form of performance will be meaningless. If I trust her, she doesn't have to do these, and I also have the possibility of being defeated by her-after all, I have lost to people I trust."
Dora was talking about the betrayal of the members of the brave team. There is no doubt that the brave lost at that time.
"So, you are waiting for her to make a move?"
"Wait? I hope she will never make a move on me. It's good like this now. She will use various means to please me. She will think about my ideas, take my feelings into consideration, and let me rely on her wisdom... When she makes a move again, I think - neither of us will give each other room to turn over, right?"
Kraska slowly closed his eyes: "This is different from the heroes I have observed. Have you always been so hypocritical?"
"I'm not a hero, Mr. Kraska. I'm the Tearing King Dora. Heroes and the like are really too far away and not suitable for me."
After Dora finished speaking, he continued to ask: "Do you have any other questions?"
Kraska shook his head: "No more."
Dora watched Kraska turn into a light dot in front of his eyes little by little. Moch, who possesses the power of the undead, hasn't he used such means to attack him?
Souls and the like, for Dora, are also things that can be cut.
Nakraska, who was in that realm, would probably never be able to truly understand what kind of power and what kind of things the realm that Doro and Moher were in had.
But he did try.
"Brave man, if you defeat the devil again, can you build a grave for me?"
Doro heard Nakraska's last voice.
"I've already said that I'm not a brave man."
Doro sighed and raised his hand. He
saw a colorful emblem on his hand.
When he looked up again, he saw Moher and the snow elf sisters.
Moher raised his hand: "Mr. Doro, why did you take the emblem away? I was going to give it to Elf."
"Ah...how do I transfer it?"
"I'll help you."
(End of this chapter)
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