Forging a supreme crown isn't too hard for Mohe. Compared to the battlefield she created in the World of the Dead, the main problem with this item is the collection and processing of raw materials.

A crown that can command all races of the world.

Her subordinates can gather the blood of the major races, Doro has also expressed cooperation, but some things need to be acquired personally. For instance, the Giant Dragon Race in the sea.

Nowadays, most of the major races are active in shallow waters; the deep sea has become a forbidden zone. This is closely related to the dragons. It was mentioned before that the dragon race prefers to procreate with other races, but it's quite difficult within their own race.

It is the same in the deep sea.

Thus, there are many sub-dragon species in the deep sea. For most people, the vast sea surface offers no place of leverage or rest. Even the strong can easily be exhausted to death on the sea surface, so the deep sea gradually became a highly secretive place.

But this holds no meaning for Mohe.

She walked alone upon the sea surface, and beneath the mirror-like clear sea, a massive shadow gradually emerged.

Mohe sighed, "Even with different species, the ocean creatures are indeed more foolish than those on land. Is this related to brain structure? Why would land creatures attack me?"

Her slender bare feet gently tapped the sea surface.

The water rippled slightly.

The gigantic shadow, comparable to the size of Mohe's mansion, couldn't even rise above the sea surface before it gradually began to sink, no longer visible in the deep sea.

Mohe gazed out at the endless sea.

She took out the Celestial Scale and started to play upon the sea surface.

The music spread boundlessly across the sea surface, reaching even the shores through the seawater.

"It's the Siren! It's the Siren's song!" the fishermen shouted. That was a race Mohe once created at sea, and although they disappeared after Mohe's defeat, their stories continued to circulate along the coast.

The Siren's song was called the "Demonic Song".

Of course, Mohe actually wasn't singing; she was just playing, but that was enough to instill terror, music whose source was unknown, and could be heard even with ears blocked.

Music that seemed to play directly in one's heart!

Shortly after Mohe began playing, the wild wind howled over the sea, and a massive creature rode the wind, broke through the clouds, and landed before Mohe.

Its size was as vast as a mountain, yet its descent to the water was incredibly gentle, without even a splash.

And upon its landing, dazzling light burst forth from the massive creature.

When the light faded, a pink-haired girl stood on the water, with horns similar to the Demon Race's on her head, though dragons usually did not have such things.

"Long time no see, Demon King! Your esteemed servant, King of Dragons, Morgan, pays you homage."

Mohe stared at her, "Through all this time, you still haven't chosen a mate?"

"Ah... as you know, our race doesn't have any outstanding young talents. No one's been procreating much before, and even finding a sufficiently exceptional dragon is an ordeal." She scratched her head awkwardly, "You summoned me, is there something you need?"

"Hmm, give me your blood. I'm making a crown."

"Are you finally going to truly command all the races?"

The dragon named Morgan had eyes like stars, gazing at Mohe with admiration written all over her face, "Our Giant Dragon Race will diligently follow you!"

"No, you're mistaken, this crown doesn't belong to me yet."

"What?"

Mohe seemed puzzled, "Has your Giant Dragon Race not gathered information from the land over these decades?"

"What happened on land?"

Morgan's face was filled with confusion. Under the reign of the great Demon King, could anything change? These past thousands of years have come and gone...

"Didn't you see that my race has altered?"

"Didn't you used to transform into certain races to learn things?"

Mohe sighed, "It's different. Before, my essence didn't change, but now it's different. I was killed; this body is a rebirth."

"What!!!!!!"

The pink-haired girl suddenly gasped loudly, her voice transforming into waves, stirring huge splashes on the sea surface, "What do you mean! You mean you've been killed!"

"Yes, by a human named Doro. He defeated me, killed me, and reached a field akin to mine. Now, I must fight him again. The crown I am making now is a prize in this war. So, it may not necessarily belong to me."

"Unbelievable..."

The King of Dragons finally calmed down: "It's hard to believe that such a major event happened in the short centuries we've been away from the land! Indeed, it was a mistake to come to the sea back then."

"No, for your Giant Dragon Race, it's actually a good thing. After all, if I had been defeated and you had remained on land, you might have been completely wiped out by now. Being on the sea spared you from such a fate. It also saves me the trouble of recreating you, though I might not necessarily do that."

"If we ever get wiped out, I beg you to recreate us."

The girl before him, who had the appearance of a young maiden, lacked the majesty a King of Dragons should have. She had been like this for many years, clearly the most powerful among the dragons, using her strength to defeat other dragons and become the King of Dragons, yet always doing foolish things that deprived her of any majesty. As a result, the dragons even stopped obeying her orders, abandoning this "chief." It was her own thick-skin that led her to chase them to the sea.

But this person had quite the luck; otherwise, who would say that the dragon race is indeed a race loved by the world...

"Alright, give me the blood. I need to go back and make the crown. If you plan to return to the world with the Dragon Race, do it after my war with him ends—it's a pity if your race were lost."

"..." If the dragons were to be exterminated, wouldn't it be you and the other one who did it?

Morgan wanted to say this but didn't. She simply and silently let out a drop of colorful blood: "How much do you need?"

"This is enough."

Mohe casually took the drop of blood: "Once everything has settled, whether I've won or he has, it shouldn't be hard for the Giant Dragon Race. Although I was thinking of killing you and letting them elect another leader perhaps better suited for their development, well... forget it."

Morgan almost knelt on the sea surface, kowtowing to Mohe: "Great Demon King, thank you for your mercy!"

These kinds of unreliable things are typical of what this dragon always ends up doing.

Mohe took a step back and disappeared from the sea surface.

...

The blood of various races was poured into a vast blood pool. Although only a small amount from each race was used, combined, it formed a large pool. This indicates that there are quite a few races in this world.

Mohe nodded in satisfaction.

This blood was what she needed as raw material, and she would use all her knowledge.

For example, using Alchemy with the blood as raw material to construct a crown, at the same time linking it with Magic and controlling various races with Curses... Relying on this blood, the crown Mohe was going to create was truly capable of controlling everything.

She would even use Astrology, allowing the crown's wielder to foresee the future of a specific race through its power under certain special Star Phases.

It had been a long time since she attempted to make something like this.

But in reality, using all her knowledge and a wealth of wisdom wouldn't necessarily make this thing incredibly noble—in terms of quality, it might be no different from Abinu's Mirror.

For example, a quality index—most things created by the alchemists in this world range in quality from single digits to a hundred, someone like Adeline could create something around 500-800, her Earthly Heaven could reach nine hundred, this is sheer quality, but Adeline's vision is grand, if kept growing, it could continue to rise.

But ultimately...

It's just 999.

Mohe could only produce something of this level.

Adding various elements within, it's just 999.

It would never become stronger.

Just as multitudinous lifeforms could never comprehend the realm of Mohe and Doro, always beneath it, Mohe could not step towards a higher place. Even with everything she already possessed—she wondered if Doro felt the same way, or if he could still become stronger?

If so, she was truly defeated by the Goddess.

She broke through the original limit.

Could such a thing happen?

Mohe shook her head.

Even for her, being unsettled because of Doro seemed natural.

After all, he's very strong, and for Mohe to truly remain calm before Doro, would be impossible.

He was the one who killed her, over the long years, gods couldn't kill her, the World Tree collapsed, doom couldn't kill her—these great existences couldn't kill her... yet she was killed.

She always viewed Doro with a smile, always projecting a demeanor of calmness and magnanimity... was it truly not a form of unrest?

Because she knows better than anyone that it is a deliberate display of composure, the Demon King was not as merciful as she'd led Doro to believe, there was indeed a time of brutal rule, and Mohe could indeed do fearsome things on whims.

She concealed such matters, guiding Doro's thoughts.

The crown coalesced from blood.

"It's time to begin. Mr. Doro. Our war."

The crown fell into her hand.

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