Reshaping Starting from Chapter 78
"Even if you test me like this, I won't react. Just as you said, it will become like this now, and I will be betrayed - it has something to do with me."
Dora was unexpectedly not angry: "But although it has something to do with me, I don't think I have done anything wrong. Xia Di said that it was because I didn't make any choices, because I didn't take on the responsibilities that I should have as a hero. From her point of view, maybe it is true. Of course, this may just be her excuse for her behavior...to make herself feel more relaxed and rationalize her betrayal."
"Hey~ I didn't make any tests~ If Mr. Dora insists on thinking so, there is nothing I can do. However, it seems that Mr. Dora has some insights and some ideas of his own?"
"Indeed there are some, but I haven't thought it through thoroughly yet, and I need to think further. So I won't tell you for the time being."
Moh was a little surprised. She looked at Dora meaningfully: "Mr. Dora's statement seems to mean that he will tell me as long as he has an idea. I am very happy~"
"That's actually the case. You told me a lot of things, and I only told you some of my thoughts. So I'm making a profit."
Something was wrong. This brave man was 90% wrong.
Did he do something recently that would improve his favorability? Why did his attitude towards him suddenly change? No matter what, he should be a little wary of him. It was like this, as if he was an old friend of his - it's not wrong to say old friends... but it didn't taste right.
"After removing the impurities from Lisiduowei's body, she will fall into a state of near death. Of course, due to her essence and my eternal existence, she will not really die." Moher changed the subject and returned his gaze to Lisiduowei, who was placed in the center of the room and soaked in a large bathtub. The
bathtub was originally filled with some kind of transparent liquid, but at this moment, it had been stained as black as ink by the so-called "impurities".
"In fact, when I resurrected Rose, I deliberately failed the ritual in order to attract some kind of 'punishment'. Failure to pray to God will attract some inexplicable things. In human cognition, those things are probably quite strange - there is actually such a description among humans, right? You often call it 'ominous'."
Duo Luo seemed to remember something.
"People who are not truly loyal to the gods, those who fool the gods with false hearts, will be punished by the gods and thus be tainted with ominous..." Duo Luo recalled some of the White Church's sayings.
Mo He smiled and said, "This is related to past history. I don't know if you are interested in knowing it. This is history before you humans. So it doesn't matter whether you know it or not."
The ancient demon king seemed to be recalling something: "You can regard this ominousness as a curse, although it is completely different from the essence of the curse. It is the legacy of some losers. But it is indeed very useful."
She stepped to the bathtub, the light of magic lingering between her fingers, and Li Siduo was pulled by her power and floated out of the bathtub.
"After all, these things are almost eternal. They existed before your human history and still appear today." She moved Lisiduowei and placed her on something like an altar.
"Alas! It's so troublesome not to get my horns back. If Mr. Duo Luo had taken my horns back, I wouldn't have to do so many fancy things and could directly create a new life. As it is now, it took almost a month just to prepare the materials. It's really embarrassing to use rituals to assist. It may even make me be noticed by God again. This is too bad."
Duo Luo just asked, "Will this affect your operation?"
"...What a cold man! It's me who's busying around, are you only concerned about Lisiduowei? Speaking of which... Mr. Duo Luo, it's rare for Lisiduowei to fall into a deep change. You see, she has such a good figure... I can guarantee that she won't wake up halfway. Don't you want to do something to her?"
"Do you want me to do that kind of thing to a sleeping girl? Even if I'm a scumbag, an incompetent uncle, I wouldn't do such a thing, right?"
Mo He said with a wicked smile, "Why bother? Lisi Duowei likes you in the first place. If she knew that you did such a thing, she would probably be too happy to be happy. What's the impact? When it's something that both of us are willing, how can there be right or wrong?"
Duo Luo just stood there without saying a word. Anyway, he was not going out or getting closer.
"...Okay. You must have seen an altar like this before, Mr. Doro. In the understanding of the White Church, the altar imitates the throne of God. The so-called throne of God is the power of God in the traditional sense, the so-called embodiment of the divinity, just like the king sitting on the throne - which itself is also imitating the throne of God. Whoever sits on the throne is the king... This symbolic meaning is greater. Correspondingly, the altar adopts that part of the symbolic meaning."
Mohe briefly explained the principle of the altar he had set up: "Under normal circumstances, after the altar is arranged, the probability of successful casting will be much higher. After all, the statement about the altar is correct - as for why humans know how to make altars? Of course, I taught you that."
"......?"
Doro was stunned.
"It's not appropriate to say that I taught it, because I did it before, and then someone learned it, and finally, unknowingly, it spread to humans, and finally became one of the factors that killed me... This is really a bit ironic." Mohe sighed, "Based on such an altar, as a fourth-generation vampire, Lisiduowei needs to have completely different powers from the past."
At this point, Mohe rubbed his eyebrows: "My original intention was to ask you to get blood similar to that of a dragon, a phoenix, a sea serpent king, and a unicorn - the blood of mythical creatures in the usual sense as a base... But after thinking about it..."
"Give me a drop of your blood."
Doro didn't hesitate, and a drop of bright red blood flowed from his fingers and flew to Mohe's side.
Then, a drop of golden blood also flowed from Mohe's fingertips: "What blood in this world can compare to the blood of the brave and the devil?"
The golden and red blood intertwined at this moment, as if mixed together, and as if completely distinct.
"Use a similar alchemical technique, with our high-quality blood as the base, just like a stone mill. Have you ever seen wheat flour being ground? Let Lisiduowei's body have something like this, which can make her absorb anything with impurities and grind it, making it easier to absorb. Solve her own shortcomings. So generally speaking, the materials prepared are all prepared for these two drops of blood."
Mohe took out a bottle. It contained a misty white liquid.
"After collecting so many materials, the final result of alchemy is this thing."
She threw the bottle to Duo Luo: "You use the liquid in this bottle to help Lisiduowei wipe and apply it all over her body - just the surface of her body, don't apply it to strange places... This matter can only be handed over to you. I have to deal with the unknown, after all, I still need the power of the unknown." Duo Luo
was sure that Mohe was serious.
He didn't believe that Mohe really didn't have a replacement plan, or that this process had to be carried out now, but it was Mohe who led this ceremony, and Duo Luo, who didn't know anything about it, couldn't point fingers. Therefore, he could only take the bottle, come to the altar, pour out the liquid like white mist from it, and patiently apply it to Lisiduowei.
The sound of chanting came from behind Duo Luo. He knew that Mo He had started chanting, praying to God, and planned to pray "must fail" again to obtain something from it as something to be attached to the two drops of blood.
But to be honest, although, although Duo Luo has seen many peachy incidents over the years, but today's situation is a little different.
What Mo He said just now appeared in Duo Luo's mind.
"Even if you do something, she will only be happy."
Really?
Is this really the case?
If he does something to this girl named Lisiduowei, won't she be angry?
He really wants to slap himself. When he was 18 years old, he was just full of blood and didn't have such a despicable idea. How come when he reached middle age, he should have been more stable and more disciplined than before, but there are such thoughts constantly emerging from the bottom of his heart?
Could it be that Moher did something? After all, the devil seemed to have the ability to feed on the emotions of others - did she eat her own "moderation" or something like that?
No, no, no, it is a very abominable behavior to shift the blame to others. Dora had to admit one fact. He seemed to have become more wretched than before.
Could it be that these years of decadence have even worn away his bottom line?
He struggled with his own thoughts.
Moher didn't have the time to care about Dora's thoughts. When Rose was resurrected, God was abnormal, and she had to confirm it again - was it a coincidence, or was the other party really observing herself through someone or something.
"Great, almighty, and loving God!"
Moher clasped his hands together, his face pious: "Your most loyal believer, at this moment, I want to pray to you, pray to you, pray for your glory, and pray for your love! Please send down the pure white light!"
(End of this chapter)
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