Durin's Diary

Chapter 1077 Sitting in the Water Pavilion

Kaya shrank back, because she saw that the little Candle Dragon, who called himself a mortal, had broken through the Elf God's shield with a single sword strike and then plucked off that beautiful head.

He threw the still-living head into the ashes, then pinned it to the ground with his longsword.

"From this moment on, you high elves are no longer worthy of having gods. All gods will be banished by me, and those who do not leave will die."

After he finished speaking, Dulin's portal began to continuously spew out gods.

In Kaya's eyes, the gods who were usually high above all wept bitterly, but they and the goddesses were all banished by the little Candle Dragon in front of them, and no one dared to stand up and challenge the authority.

Finally, Dulin reached out and took the revolver from his older brother, then walked up to the young mixed-race man.

“I remember we met just a few days ago. We talked about the future. You said you had a girlfriend but didn’t dare to bring her home. At that time, I sincerely thanked you and hoped you would find happiness. But I never expected that a few days later, the gold ingot would turn into a dead spirit in front of me. The salamander and the sorcerer died for my brother. Their lives had just begun, but they came to an end because of a traitor like you.”

Dulin sighed, then raised the revolver in his hand: "There is a saying among the people of Changtang: 'Do not refrain from doing good because it is small, nor do evil because it is small.' The meaning is very straightforward: it means that there is no betrayal... small enough to be accepted by the people of the world."

After saying that, Dulin pulled the trigger.

The Stargazer fell backward, crashing into the ashes. Thranduth Deepwood knelt beside his bastard son, wailing and weeping. Finally, he looked at Dulin and said, "Kill me too, my lord."

“This is your retribution. You may cut off your son’s head and bury him anywhere, but his body will be sealed in this land of ashes, and his soul will be punished. Traitors will suffer for eternity.” With that, Dulin threw an axe in front of him. “Or you may defy me, and I will kill you, your friends, and their descendants. I will wash my boots with your blood, and my army will slaughter every high elf noble on the island. Any noble offspring higher than a cartwheel will be wiped out.”

After saying that, Dulin gently knocked down the wheel that had appeared in front of him.

"My lord! Aren't you afraid that by doing this you will turn yourself into an evil god?!" Kaya could no longer hold back.

His words made Dulin laugh, and as he laughed, he pointed his gun at Kaya: "I think you've really forgotten that in the eyes of the ancient people, you and we were not on the same path at all."

Kaya took two steps back and gave a bitter smile: "Yes, so you knew that we are not on the same path as you."

Dulin lowered his gun: "We steppe elves come from the East, the offspring of the infants in the arms of the Sage Yu. He gave birth to them and taught all living beings what love, hate, and righteousness are. You, on the other hand, come from the West, merely templates for the new humans. The arrival of Chaos gave you the opportunity to rebel against your creator, and also the opportunity to trample all living beings under your feet. You naively believe that the High Elves are the true lineage of all elves, forgetting why the steppe elves went to the East, forgetting why the forest elves rebelled against you, and forgetting that the moon elves will never give you a kind look. You are no different from your creator. Even if I exterminate you, who will say a bad word?"

Dulin looked at the man as he finished speaking: "Make a choice." He blinked: "We will never give in."

Dulin then fired at him, and the bullet pierced his chest, knocking him to the ground.

"When you utter the word 'submission,' I feel as if the word 'submission' is like a helpless little girl who has been raped. Isn't everything you high elves do in your textile factories a desecration of goodness? You recruit children of other races and use them as child laborers, making them work sixteen or even eighteen hours a day. Do you think I don't know that?"

"Then why didn't you stop them!" Kaya sat on the ground, weeping. "You were willing to protect the children, but where were you when they suffered!"

"You must first learn to save yourselves before you have the right to stand before me, point your fingers at me, and ask why I didn't come to save you! You are no different from your Creator! The greedy, robbery-like nature flows in your veins, and you still have the nerve to ask me why I didn't stop them! When those child laborers in the factories owned by the Duke of Wellington in London's West End had an average lifespan of only three and a half years, did you and your conscientious companions ever pity them? When they bought the children's ownership from those impoverished families, did your God warn you?!"

At this point, Dulin sighed: "You don't take a young duke of Lublin seriously at all. You have the protection of the gods and the army. You are proud elves, the chosen children of the ancestors, while I am just a half-breed, a steppe elf, a subspecies that you have driven away."

After Dulin finished speaking, he pointed the gun at Kaya: "I'm sorry, I never thought our ending would be like this. But don't worry, this time I will sign an extermination order. All the high elf nobles on the elven islands will be exterminated, all enslaved creatures will be freed, and your evil deeds will be compiled into a book and passed down for eternity. All living beings on this land will remember the crimes you committed."

“Then what about your sins? Who gets to define your sins?” Kaya asked with a smile.

“That is a question. You can tell me what crime I have committed.” Dulin lowered his gun once again.

"Aren't you just as arrogant as the High Elves, and as disdainful of others as we are? There are many humans in this world who still use slaves!"

"But they don't use them anymore, while you, your textile mills have been operating like this for hundreds of years, all your factories are like this, are you high elves particularly long-lived, and that's why you're so conservative, even humans don't use slaves anymore, yet you're still struggling like this, just like your original form."

Dulin smiled, pulled the trigger, and then threw the revolver and a bag of ammunition back to the withered plant life that had sprung up from the ground: "They have accomplices."

After saying that, Dulin reached out and grabbed Kaya and Serandus Deep Forest's spirits, bringing them before him.

My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and all my deeds are just. Do you think you can judge me with your foolish and incompetent lives?

An ugly soul brings shame even to the physical body.

(End of this chapter)