Doro and the Elf finally meet again. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveIＦire.net
After knowing everything that happened, and all the conspiracies were shattered, the two were able to meet again.
"I know you have a lot to say, but don’t say it yet."
Mohe said directly to Doro: "For the undead, the most important thing is not time, but the mindset and spirit. Some words, once spoken—even I can’t reverse. So, even if both of you are very moved, hold your words. Let me resurrect her first, and then you can talk about what’s useful and what’s not."
This was Mohe’s usual little lecture, which reassured Doro.
Mohe took out her own liver: "Even for me, to resurrect the Elf, I must use some rare materials. This kind of thing is not easy to find. However, Miss Elf, you couldn’t use Magic before, right? The abilities of a Warrior are outstanding, but you might also want the abilities of Magic, right? Using my liver as raw material to revive you, you can have both a Warrior’s and Magic’s powers. Although it requires practice later, it’s a good one, isn’t it?"
This decision is somewhat incredible, considering it’s astonishing that Mohe would sacrifice an organ that could restore her to peak condition to resurrect the Elf.
But Doro knows.
It’s because it no longer matters.
For her, body parts are no longer that important.
Now, at this point, the recovery of body organs has reached a limit. For Mohe, this girl named Mohe—a liver is dispensable. The return of the Demon King is already unstoppable.
Therefore, she can unhesitatingly take out her liver to rebuild the Elf’s body... No, perhaps, for Mohe, even without having reclaimed so many organs, she would still do the same.
Her thoughts can never truly be known by others.
"Ordinarily, after appearing, if an undead cannot be ’controlled,’ it will soon dissipate or distort, the latter being what humans commonly refer to as an Evil Spirit. Humans have very little experience in dealing with the undead, no, it should be said that all races show a lack of experience in dealing with the undead, but I am not included among them. As you know, I once had an undead army."
Mohe reminisced about her undead army: "But then again, you might wonder why, if I have a way to resurrect undead, I didn’t resurrect the entire undead army at the time?"
At this point, Mohe’s gaze fell on the Elf: "It indicates that either resurrection requires a huge price, or the procedure is extremely complicated. Of course, in fact, both situations exist."
"Extremely complicated means that to resurrect an undead, one must first find the reason why the undead is unwilling to dissipate. Through such a connection, allow the undead to find direction amidst the lost. Now that Mr. Doro is here, this is not a problem, so the so-called cost, meaning ’the lost’ itself, is involved."
Mohe’s expression became very solemn: "Mr. Doro has seen the scene when I resurrected Rose, right? At that time, I prayed to the gods for her soul’s return, and the gods agreed. Now the question is, why do you think, after death, the soul goes to the gods?"
Doro was stunned.
Everyone else was stunned too.
Why?
Isn’t that common sense?
If the soul doesn’t go to the gods, where does it go?
But soon, they realized the strange nature of this common sense.
"Why doesn’t the soul come to me or go to some other existence, but specifically to the gods?"
Mohe blinked: "If Saintess Charlette were here, she might explain according to the ’Holy Record.’ She would say that all things are created by God, so it is natural after death to return to God’s embrace. God will let these souls be reborn again. Although this statement is full of subjective conjecture, it actually guessed part of it correctly."
"What?"
"God will grant souls rebirth."
Mohe said this sentence: "You don’t need to know the specific situation, but you should know another issue—Elf is not the complete Elf. At the moment she became undead, she was actually split."
The Elf’s expression turned somewhat gloomy; she knew this situation better than anyone.
"Part of the soul returned to God’s embrace, and what remains is obsession, is longing, is some strange thing. Therefore, Miss Elf may not be considered the true Miss Elf... Mr. Doro, can you accept that? That part of Miss Elf who has disappeared should have already gained rebirth with God."
Doro knew this.
"In a situation where she is inherently incomplete, to resurrect Miss Elf requires to complete her." Mohe finally revealed the essence of resurrection, "To complete Miss Elf’s soul is indeed a very difficult thing. For others, it might be necessary to use special means to kill many people, stimulate various emotions, and then extract this part like undead, finally piecing it together. To resurrect someone, and this method itself also has drawbacks. In a short time, there is no problem, but after a long time, it becomes weird and terrifying."
At this, Mohe proudly put her hands on her hips: "But! Standing before you is me! The great Demon King! I am the one who has regained the horns of Creation and Destruction! You know, with someone like me, creating a soul is possible."
From nothing to existence.
In the realm unique to the Demon King, she can create various life-having races. Although those races are known as the Demon Race, undoubtedly, the Demon King possesses the ability to create souls: "So, only I can truly complete a being’s soul. And without incident."
"So, your reason for not resurrecting your undead army back then is?"
"Those guys claimed to be loyal to me, but I couldn’t seem to get that answer from their obsessions. They would often become lost—rather than becoming monsters after losing their way, it’s better to maintain them as undead under my command. With my attainment, I can keep them from decaying—although as a result, they were all purified by Miss Charlette, right?"
Back then, the Hero’s party clashed with the undead army.
At that time, Charlette played a huge role.
"In conclusion, Mr. Doro! Please hold Miss Elf’s hand! Let her find direction in the midst of confusion!" Mohe issued this directive.
Doro immediately held Elf’s hand.
Noel listened to Mohe’s explanation in its entirety, finding it somewhat unbelievable.
Would the Demon King talk about such things? Doesn’t she have an unknown necromancer right here, and it’s really okay to impart this kind of knowledge to them? These are the secrets of the world!
Seeing Doro looking as usual, Ah Xion sleepy, it was clear that this was something the Demon King did often.
In that sense, becoming a servant of the Demon King now might—
not be a bad thing!
This is an opportunity!
An opportunity to reach higher realms! No one can become a disciple of the Demon King; in the past, she never accepted disciples. It’s understandable, after all, for the Demon King, as an eternal being, there’s seemingly no need to pass down her skills as she would live forever.
From this perspective, the Demon King has no necessity to take on disciples.
But in that case...
Mohe has already crushed his own liver.
Flesh begins to spread,
"Curse, I curse that the undead before me will never transcend, unable to return to the gods."
Noel widened her eyes, not wanting to miss a single detail — this was indeed a "resurrection"!
An unprecedented miracle! An unbelievable act that only the Demon King can achieve!
First, a curse was placed on the soul for confinement...
The Demon King’s lungs began to glow with golden light.
"Flesh abundant, human transmutation!"
The Demon King’s lungs decomposed her own crushed liver, reorganizing the flesh in the golden light.
In that instant, forces of black and white rotated.
"Reconstruct the soul!"
Something was born out of the void.
Everyone present could feel it, yet couldn’t truly capture it. However, during this process, Elf’s expression began to show pain.
Doro held Elf’s hand tightly.
This painful process continued for a while, Mohe then changed his posture to that of a devout follower in prayer, holding a carving knife in his hand.
"Great God, almighty God, please guide the lost lamb in her path, please lead this confused person toward her persistence."
God... Divine Art?!
Isn’t it said that Divine Art restrains the Demon King? Could the Demon King actually use Divine Art?
On the first day of becoming a servant, Noel was overwhelmingly shocked.
At that moment, Elf’s expression became utterly bewildered.
"Mr. Doro, guide Miss Elf’s soul into her flesh! If it is truly because of you that she remains in this world, then she will awaken."
Doro looked very serious as he cautiously guided Elf’s soul to the new body formed from the Demon King’s liver, leading the soul into it.
"Magic, the requiem of life and death!"
Of course, Noel knew this magic; it is the magic that takes one’s life, the magic Mohe said the Elf Queen would use!
This magic...
Life’s breath filled Elf’s body.
"One body, one soul, but different lifespans—this magic can expend one’s own life alongside the other’s, justly, it could also share one’s life with another, after all, I possess eternity, so it doesn’t matter."
Eternity...
Eternity indeed allows for anything.
"Awaken, Elf!"