Durin's Diary

Chapter 732 It’s still you

At the same time, the old cardinal turned his head to look back at the road he came from, which was already shrouded in fog.

The way we came is gone.

He sighed, then crushed the Chaos Cultist's head in his hand.

A bishop, sword in hand, walked toward the fog, but after only three steps, he had to retreat. "There are strong whispers, sir. It can be confirmed that it is one of the four alien gods."

"Lord Durin may be in big trouble. We must find the location of the Demon Lord as soon as possible. Then I will call on my Lord." After the rational being said this, he looked at the old cardinal in front of him.

The city before me is so... sci-fi and so strange.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that this should be a Chang Tang-style city, but at this moment it has been ravaged by war, with broken walls and ruins, and dead citizens and Chaos believers everywhere.

The city of Luxembourg is dead in name only. It has merged with the science fiction city that only existed in Turin movies. The citizens were either killed or transformed into Chaos believers because of their weak will.

There are too few people on Dulin's side, and from a rational perspective, all this seems like a trap.

"Sir, could it be that necromancy..." "They are merely pawns of Chaos. Although they are not good people, it is clear that this matter cannot be blamed on them."

Having said that, the old cardinal gave an order.

"Everyone, drink the holy water. We can't delay any longer."

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At this moment, Du Lin has reached the front of the team.

Angario and several others protected the elderly Sage of True Knowledge. The latter did not walk fast, but he could confirm the presence of the enemy attack faster than Durin.

"There's something wrong with that square," Angario said from behind Dulin. "Its coordinates keep moving."

"In the domain of the Lord of Secrets, mortals will lose the precise positioning of their coordinates when they enter it. Lord Durin, what do you think?" asked the old Sage of True Knowledge.

"In my eyes, it has always been there." Du Lin looked at the square and said in the calmest tone, "By the way, Your Excellency the Sage of True Knowledge, there has been something whispering in my ear from the very beginning. I have never been able to understand it. Is there any way to make it shut up?"

He looked at both sides of the street, and the night deep in his memory gradually emerged.

"Sir, this is the whisper of the Lord of Secrets. Those who are weak-willed will have their minds distorted." Having said that, the old Sage of True Knowledge glanced at Angario beside him.

Angario shook his head.

The old witcher and the other bishop shook their heads.

The young witcher also shook his head.

When the Sage of True Knowledge looked at Du Lin again, there was only deep vigilance in his eyes: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I just feel that this sound is really annoying. I can't hear what it is saying, and I don't understand how to stop it. Is this the power of the EsGod?"

"Yes, sir," Angario replied, "and unless we activate the coordinates, guide the Nameless One's kingdom of God to connect with this demonic realm and purify everything, this voice will forever echo in your ears, unless you can kill the alien god and demon that serves as the node."

"Is it similar to our God's favored ones and darlings?" Du Lin asked, while constantly looking at both sides of the street. Finally, he saw the old man leaning against the car body in the flickering lights in the car park in front of him.

This was the tower's think tank administrator. He had sacrificed himself and the enemy psychic for the sake of his team's survivors. Without hesitation, he engaged the enemy without any protection, simultaneously burning their brains. "Yes, sir." Angario noticed Dulin's gaze drifting to the left side of the street. He followed his gaze, but there was nothing of note in the shop where the car was parked.

He looked at the Sage of Intuition, who cast a glance in that direction, shook his head, and then drew the holy emblem of the Nameless on his chest.

Angario thought for a moment, took out a holy water grenade from his waist bag, and put it into the independent storage bag on his chest.

"That must be a very difficult opponent. Well, if you can find it, give it to me." Du Lin clenched the dagger in his hand. The alloy dagger began to twist and change in Du Lin's grasp. Serrations appeared on its blade spine, and bleeding grooves appeared on both sides of the dagger like blooming flowers.

Although the tower's standard high-frequency sword does not have a high-frequency activation device, it is much more effective than the previous dagger in Durin's hands.

At the same time, Durin saw two bodies in power armor lying on the street. They were soldiers loyal to the High Council and were eventually killed by Durin.

In the eyes of outsiders, while Du Lin was striding forward, his eyes were looking at the empty street.

The old witcher pulled his necklace from his collar, took out the vial from it, and handed it to his grandson.

The latter shook his head, then took off the bomb bag from his waist and hung it on his chest.

The old witcher put the bottle into his mouth in silence and bit it gently with his weapon teeth.

"As you wish, Your Excellency." The old Sage of True Knowledge thought for a moment and quickened his pace. He pushed Angario aside and walked towards Durin: "Your Excellency."

Du Lin was looking up at the body of his classmate on the lamppost, in a daze, and did not hear the call from the Sage of True Knowledge.

They were commandos of a higher grade than Du Lin. Unfortunately, they were caught on a street lamp during the airborne operation. His comrades died at this intersection. He did not surrender and was also shot.

On that night, countless senior apprentices and graduated apprentices united under the banner of the tower simply out of their hatred for injustice, and threw themselves into the battlefield with the belief that they would rather die with honor than live in disgrace.

If there are people in this world who want to trample on justice, let us decide between life and death.

"Sir Du Lin!" The call from behind made Du Lin turn around, and in an instant, the lights flickered.

In Angario's eyes, at the moment when the world turned black, Durin turned into a tall black shadow, with red soul fire rolling in his eye sockets. He held a strange pistol in his right hand and a huge dagger in his left hand.

He tried to raise his gun, but found he couldn't move.

In the eyes of the old witcher, at that moment, Durin turned into a black armored helmet, holding a saw-like sword in his hand, looking down at him like a devil.

He tried to crush the silver vial to moisten his mouth with the holy water, but he found he couldn't.

The young witcher screamed and grabbed the fuse of the fish frying tool, struggling in vain.

In the eyes of the Sage of True Knowledge, Lord Durin had disappeared. Standing in front of him was an old man with a decrepit appearance, a broken body, and cloudy eyes. He was holding his alien short blade and looking in the direction behind everyone.

There is anger in the eyes.

But he didn't move.

And he couldn't move either.

(End of this chapter)