Durin's Diary

Chapter 391 Juggernaut
Du Lin stood up because a battle flag was raised on the opposite side and even the artillery fire stopped.

"Sir, someone wants to duel over there." Titus was eager to try: "Please let me go!"

But Du Lin jumped off the beast and took out a sword from the space: "I'll go, I know that old man."

Caesars Peterson-Adams.

The old man in the distance was wearing his military uniform today. He was lighting a cigarette using the box of cigarettes that Du Lin had given him.

Du Lin walked towards the open space between the two sides.

Caesars Peterson-Adams also came over.

The old man with a drooping brow looked even older at this moment.

"Why is it you?" Du Lin was a little confused.

"I heard about my brother's situation. He was short of money... As a traitor, I want to fulfill his wish before I die. That is to set up a school in Florence so that the children who fled south from the Northern Kingdom can have books to read and learn knowledge, so that they don't have to be like us, becoming mercenaries who don't care about their lives, living neither human nor ghost." Having said this, the old man smiled, he took out a potion and stuck it into his neck.

"You could have become a true sword master." Du Lin sighed.
"I'm already eighty-five, only a year younger than my brother Ron. He's now... I can't even recognize him, but he asked me why his wife disappeared. He also said that she kept the money, and without it, he couldn't build the school." At this point, Caesar sighed, "I don't want to end up like my brother, forgetting everyone but the one he loved. A life like that would be worse than death, so I'm selling what little time I have left."

At this point, he drew his sword and held it before him. "Time has turned, and our era has finally come to an end. The future belongs to young people like you. Protect this land, and then fight me in a fair fight."

Caesars Peterson-Adams, his body swelled up like a balloon, and his shriveled body was returning to its heyday.

The nano-repair treatment needle must have something else added to it. Its energy field is rapidly increasing.

Durin drew his sword, took two steps back, and raised his sword in salute: "Durin, descendant of the high tower, rootless duckweed, your fellow traveler, salutes you."

"Thank you." The next second, the pale sword energy had reached Du Lin, but was deflected by Du Lin in an almost nonchalant manner.

Caesars in front of him smiled happily.

"Great! You're an opponent that makes my blood boil. Even at the end of the First Commune, I had never heard of someone like you."

The old man in front of him disappeared from Du Lin's sight the next second.

Du Lin leaned to the left, holding his sword behind him to block the attack coming towards him.

Taking a step, turning, and avoiding the counter-attack, Du Lin raised his foot and stepped on the sword in Caesar's hand.

The next second, the old man who had retreated casually swung out his sword energy, and Du Lin shattered the sword energy with the long sword in his hand.

Then the sword energy from the two swords intersected and annihilated in the air.

Du Lin used his fingers to clamp the thrust that was stabbing towards him. The sword leaped through time in an instant, but failed to penetrate Du Lin's index and middle fingers.

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Looking at the battle in front of him, Old Enrique turned his head to look at Old Liz beside him: "Look at this kid, Liz, he's really amazing, he can feed the Sword Master with moves."

"I'm curious, who did he learn this from? Have you ever thought about it, Enrique?" Liz's eyes were full of hesitation. "Journo is seeking his own death, it's his fault, but this kid... I understand why Juneau is afraid of him."

"He's a dragon, Liz, a true fantasy species. They're born with fighting talent, and that kid, Durin, killed so many human traffickers without blinking an eye. It's terrifying for a child, but those traffickers deserved it, didn't they? They trafficked people, a crime punishable by hanging in Lublin and the Great Woods. No one can escape it, but Durin is willing to take it all on. He slaughtered everyone just for a better tomorrow." At this point, old Enrique sighed, "Caesars Peterson-Adams, the Peterson-Adams duo, I'm afraid they'll both fall this year." "Are they famous?"

"Very famous. Ish knew them. Ron fought for the First Commune until the last moment, until Jean ordered them to surrender and obtained Robert's pardon... and Caesar was disgusted with the hypocrisy in the First Commune, so he left the First Commune. I didn't expect that he would live here..." Old Enrique hesitated when he said this.

In the end, old Enrique stopped talking. He just looked at the old man fighting with Dulin with swords... and sighed while panting.

Ron, who is said to be so demented that he can't recognize anyone, remembers his wife's name.

Caesar, disgusted with the evils in the First Commune, came to the Central-South Union and became a mercenary living in danger of losing his job every day.

The young men, once known as the twin stars of the Peterson-Adams family, were supposed to dedicate everything to the First Commune, but by some strange coincidence, they unknowingly reached the twilight of each other's lives... Time is truly the greatest torture and destruction to people.

It shatters ideals, it eliminates hope, it makes people less like humans and worse than ghosts.

Old Enrique bowed his head in tribute to a dead warrior.

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Du Lin looked at the old man in front of him. The strength given to him by the injection was fading.

This injection only lasts two minutes. In our time, anyone who made it would be dragged out and shot.

Big Orange sighed. It saw everything in front of it through Dulin. Caesar was no longer the same as before. He was now completely old and even the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The white-haired man looked at Du Lin with a relieved smile. "I often wonder, if I weren't troubled by my inner demons, if I could become a legend, would the First Commune be saved? Now I think it's still impossible, because the First Commune is full of rats, and my brother still blindly believed in everything... They were so stupid... They died for a hopelessly stupid cause... You are different. It's great that Northernism has a child like you..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became.

Finally, he knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and stopped breathing.

Durin picked up his sword and pinned it before him.

Complaining endlessly will not solve any problems. Without the courage to make a desperate move, human beings will only repeat their mistakes over and over again.

Eleven commented on the dead old man.

He was just a mortal who had witnessed the most glorious and most lonely moments of the First Commune. He never forgot it until his death. Unfortunately, fewer and fewer people still remembered the First Commune. Facts would become stories, stories would become legends, and legends would eventually become myths... until no one on this land would remember this era, these events, and these people.

After Du Lin sighed, he took three steps back and bowed his head to his chest.

Like me, he likes to use the last moment of his life to create the final value for the land he loves. Perhaps our concepts may seem extremely distorted to others, but we ourselves understand that this is the last thing we can do for those who yearn to live on this earth.

After doing this, our existence, our life, and our story will all be over.

After sighing, Du Lin turned and walked into the transmission channel.

The next second, Durin returned to the platform and slowly lay down on the mat and pillow like a feather. He waved his hand, deciding the fate of the remaining enemies.

"Bring death to our enemies. Remember, eradicate all evil."

(End of this chapter)