Target?
The target is, of course, the Hero A·Gedora who defeated the Demon King!
It’s incredibly ridiculous to say, the Hero A·Gedora is stronger than the Demon King, even the Demon King couldn’t defeat him, yet the hero is the target?
For Nakrasa, this was the final decision.
He had his reasons for choosing his opponent.
No matter how powerful the Hero is, his life only spans thirty years.
However, he has lived for over ten thousand years.
He did not intend to kill Doro, but to rge with him.
Just as Mohe clarified while completing the Elf’s soul, the resurrected Elf cannot be seen as identical to the Elf before her death, there are subtle differences. A completed soul is not a true soul.
Nakrasa thought in this manner.
Forcibly rging his soul with Doro’s soul would make both not themselves, yet—he has ten thousand years, comparatively, Doro’s thirty years are less than one percent in the span of ten thousand years... Even if Doro’s soul is stronger, the ti each lived through differs.
The lengthy mories would render "Doro" or "A·Gedora" insignificant—the Hero who could defeat the Demon King would beco Nakrasa. Although the real Nakrasa was already dead!
But, if this is considered a way to fulfill a long-held wish, then Nakrasa dies without regret.
This is a thod that only he would use, he was certain the proud Demon King would not use such a thod against the Hero. The Demon King seed indifferent to everything yet continued to create unprecedented things, she wouldn’t want to rge her soul with another’s.
She would defeat Doro through her own thods.
Nakrasa could no longer care about anything else. This was his only ans to prove his glory—it was the choice made by his obsession over so many years, the root of his desire, the reason undead exist in front of him.
A terrifying power suddenly erupted, countless thought communities erged, forcibly pushing Elf and Mohe far away.
"Doro!"
Elf instinctively wanted to act. Mohe stretched out his hand to stop her: "Don’t move, Elf, this is an interesting developnt—to defeat to such an extent... Indeed, the undead is just undead, to accomplish the target they have lost their glory and pride, the living wouldn’t do such things. Back then they firmly believed they could overco everything. Yet the undead rely says nice things but actually doesn’t hesitate to use any ans. However, I prefer those who use any ans."
She unabashedly showcased her twisted humor: "The aning of life lies in ugly struggles, in the lingering obsession to live, in the tenacious will to achieve so goals... this is where life finds its interest, such spectacle can be watched countless tis without feeling mundane, always providing a fresh narrative."
Elf, as the resurrected undead, knew exactly what Nakrasa was doing now: "If Doro becos corrupted, that would be bad for you, wouldn’t it? He’s stronger than you, maybe he could entirely kill you."
"Elf!" Mohe exclaid with such sentint, calling Elf’s na, "Don’t you favor the Hero A·Gedora? How co you have such little confidence in him? Nakrasa might think I’m proud of my identity and wouldn’t do such a thing. But that’s wrong."
"What?"
Mohe laughed and said: "He is a proud person, people like him wouldn’t do this after losing to , and what about ? Losing to Mr. Doro, how did I feel? It seems he didn’t care much? Didn’t I think like this back then? Why didn’t I do it?"
... Of course, Elf didn’t know, how could she know such things?
How could she possibly have such a perspective?
"Hero A·Gedora—if one thought asuring his will through ti could change it, that would be an act of utmost foolishness."
...
"This is the first ti I’ve seen you, are people of your era so tall?"
Doro saw Nakrasa, or rather, the appearance of Nakrasa from his mory: "Your species is sowhat similar to humans."
"When the Goddess created humans, she partially referenced our species, though our original creation... no one can say for certain. Perhaps only the Goddess and Demon King could figure it out, or maybe even they can’t."
Nakrasa’s enormous body sat directly in front of Doro, covered in thick fur: "Aren’t you afraid? You should know what I’m about to do, right?"
"Cover my mory with your long-lasting mory? It’s absurd to speak nonsense like this." Doro seed calm, "You must have realized when doing such things that I could completely resist your soul."
Nakrasa nodded: "Yes, that’s why I’m here talking to you, because my last struggle is really ridiculous. Based on what I knew, you shouldn’t have this kind of power, you aren’t like the Demon King who has undead symbolism, why can you resist?"
"No symbol but able to kill the symbol, what do you think?"
"... Even without understanding, but still possessing the power of destruction, is this the ultimate strength of your kind?" Nakrasa said with a bitter smile, "How can there be such an unreasonable being in the world?"
"Reasonable things can’t defeat the Demon King."
Doro spoke as if saying sothing commonplace, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Nakrasa sighed and said: "Well, since you can outright destroy my soul, engaging in conversation, what do you want to say?"
"No, I have nothing to say to you, nor any questions to ask. I just felt you had sothing to say, so I’m giving you a chance."
"What do you call this?"
"Consider it my rcy."
Nakrasa stared at Doro. He looked at Doro for a long ti before finally saying in a forlorn voice, "Ah... you are indeed the sa kind of being."
"In what way do you an?"
"In every way."
"Perhaps."
Doro was completely indifferent: "So, what do you want to say?"
"There’s so much I want to say. I want to ask why you are so powerful, how you reached this level, want to ask you... but all those questions are aningless now, I’ve already gotten the answers."
"So you can now die without regret?"
Nakrasa shook his head: "I have one last question."
"What is it?"
"Will you duel with the Demon King again?"
Hearing this question, Doro suddenly laughed.
"Of course!"
He answered decisively, even showing a hint of excitent: "She will certainly duel with again. Nakrasa, do you think soone like the Demon King would be content with having lost to ? She’s always revealing her cards to , yet she criticizes your actions as re posturing... isn’t she the sa in front of ?
She wants to think this way, wants to know, that all her tricks are there, whether it’s Magic, Alchemy, Curses, Divine Art, Combat Technique... advance, stagnation, creation, destruction... many powers, she’s displayed them all before . She wants to see her entirety, to make believe she can’t defeat , and only then can she have the condition to defeat ."
"Can’t she see that?"
"It’s not a question of whether she can see it, it’s a question of whether she can earn my trust. If I remain vigilant against her, any performance is aningless. If I trust her, she doesn’t need to do all this, then I also have the potential to be defeated by her—after all, I have already lost to soone I trusted."
Doro was referring to the betrayal of the Hero squad mbers, and without a doubt, the Hero lost back then.
"So, are you waiting for her to make a move?"
"Waiting? I hope she never makes a move against . Things are quite fine as they are now; she will use various ans to please , ponder my thoughts, consider my feelings, allow to rely on her wisdom... When she strikes again, I think—neither of us will leave the other a second chance."
Nakrasa slowly closed his eyes: "This doesn’t quite match what I observed about the Hero. Have you always been this hypocritical?"
"I am not the Hero, Mr. Nakrasa. I am Tearing Celestial King Doro. The likes of the Hero are indeed sothing distant from , and truly do not suit ."
After Doro finished speaking, he then asked, "Do you have any other questions?"
Nakrasa shook his head: "No more."
Doro watched as Nakrasa gradually faded into light before his eyes. Did the Mohe, who symbolized the power of the undead, never attack him using such ans?
Souls, to Doro, were also things that could be severed.
In the realm below, Nakrasa probably could never truly understand the power and capabilities of the realm Doro and Mohe inhabited.
But he certainly tried.
"Hero, if you defeat the Demon King again, can you erect a grave for ?"
Doro heard Nakrasa’s final voice.
"I told you, I’m not the Hero."
Doro sighed, raising his hand.
He saw a multicolored emblem appear on his hand.
Looking up again, he saw Mohe and the Snow Elf sisters.
Mohe raised his hand: "Mr. Doro, why did you take the symbol away? I intended to give it to Elf."
"Ah... how to transfer it?"
"I’ll help you do it."
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