Durin's Diary

Chapter 909 Know yourself and the enemy
The demon army suffered a great loss and disappeared for several days. Only the Celestial Master saw their air force from about twenty miles to the south. For safety reasons, the Celestial Master did not go deep into their territory and returned to report the situation.

As for his description of a large number of ghosts swarming together in the sky like flies in broad daylight, Dulin went to take a look himself—and it really was quite accurate.

As expected of an evil god, he plays with explosive power. Compared to him, the monsters and demons of the Western Continent are really not worth mentioning.

Looking at the dark green ghost in the distance, Daju sighed sincerely.

That's right. Dulin barely encounters any of the monsters and demons in the Western Continent all year round. The fleeting glimpse he made outside the Eternal Fortress back then was the closest Dulin ever got to the female ghost. Unlike here, it's really crowded with ghosts. It looks like a small, dark green cockroach flying in the sky.

The demon army on the ground was densely packed, like the fungal carpet of insects in an old game.

It's so scary that people with trypophobia would faint if they saw it.

I'm starting to understand why the embodiment of rationality is so extreme, forcing all the green-skinned orcs into a fight against the Western Continent. I wouldn't be able to stand it either.

After returning with Dulin, Eleven expressed his understanding of the embodiment of rationality.

Dulin understood—if it were Dulin in charge, he would definitely make the people of the Western Continent suffer a terrible fate as well.

What justice? What reason? My homeland is under siege by four evil gods, and generation after generation of young people are dying on the battlefield. You guys are so bored that you're playing Northernism with me. I've already been merciful by not joining the Greenskins to consolidate the overall situation and then drowning everything with the beast tide.

But Dulin also understood that it was ultimately a problem with the four evil gods. Killing them and severing the old pantheon was what he should do. As the embodiment of Director Sun's rationality, Xiao Sun, although angry at what his "colleagues" had done, could still understand that killing them would end everything.

At this moment, Anta walked over—this girl had organized several magical exchange sessions with the local Taoist priests in the past two days.

“I went to the south and saw that the Celestial Master was right. There are a lot of ghosts. I need to ask the Celestial Masters of Changtang how they deal with them,” Du Lin said.

But Anta laughed: "I know they're handling it. They use anti-aircraft guns with shells filled with liquid holy water. When they hit the target, they explode and create a mist that is very effective at killing and purifying the ghosts. I've even seen their guns; they've already been deployed."

Guided by Anta, Dulin saw many long-barreled gun positions with their cannons pointing skyward, indicating that two more city blocks had been demolished—it seems that the commanders and generals of Changtang have found that demolishing city blocks to level open spaces is a good approach.

“Then I’m relieved. But if it were me, I would definitely do the same, considering both cost and effectiveness,” Dulin said.

The general informed the forward command post, and the telegraph operator in the command post began to send messages to the rear—this was unique to Changtang, since no matter how fast a messenger ran, it could not outrun radio waves.

As for someone like Dulin, he wouldn't be able to act as a messenger, right?

Anta, having also experienced war, had been stationed in the Great Woodlands and on the eastern front of the Eastern Elven Territory, and was keenly aware of the speed of messengers. She showed great interest in seeing that the Longtang people possessed walkie-talkies and telegraph machines capable of real-time communication, even reaching their company level.

"If our soldiers could maintain real-time communication with the rear while in the forest, then there wouldn't be any instances of a group of people mysteriously disappearing into the woods."

Anta's viewpoint was also strongly agreed with by Dulin. After all, in the previous battle in the Great Woodland against the Greenskin Orc Old Shatterbone, the Great Woodland side was crushed by the Greenskin Orcs because of poor communication. If it weren't for Dulin and Dulin's troops, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold the southern front at all.

If the southern front cannot be held, the outcome will be a complete rout.

"I expect the demon army to come back in three days. This time they have gathered a much larger force than before. I anticipate a series of fierce battles ahead. I just don't know what the demon army's technology is like. I need to ask someone."

Dulin, along with Anta, questioned many officers and soldiers, but their only recollection of the demon army was the three-month-long bloody battle between the older generation of Zhennanguan people and the demon army in front of the city twenty years ago. At that time, the demon army had matchlock guns, but they could only use the poles to brace themselves and fire. The demon army that climbed onto the city wall were divided into several categories, one of which was the vampires, the red-skinned kids that Dulin had seen before, who had been twisted and transformed by the Crimson War God, Akar.

They call them vampires, but they're actually just naked 'people' with nothing on them. The reason they're in quotes is because these 'people' have become four-armed, faceless monsters.

Dulin eventually summoned the anonymous man, but he brought a 'friend' with him today.

"It's not a real vampire," the red-skinned grassland elf who came with the nameless man said casually. "It's just something made up by this scoundrel called the Crimson War God."

When this person appeared next to Dulin, Eleven and Big Orange immediately screamed—meaning only one thing: this kid was on par with the Nameless One.

To be on par with the anonymous person is truly remarkable, Dulin could only nod with a smile.

But someone with a dull mind blurted out, "You seem to know a lot about this."

Then Dulin saw this person reach out and pull out a red monster with a head like an octopus and two giant horns from the opened crack.

It looks innocent, and so does Dulin.

But this place has already started to turn into an abyss, damn it, Antal is starting to grow horns, this is a real ghost!
The nameless man laughed and kicked the monster back into the rift, then erased the rift: "Now you know who he is, right?"

The generals and commanders present turned pale with fright, and the horns on their heads fell off as the crack was closed.

Anta paused for a moment, holding her horn, then looked at the red-skinned imp: "Why are my horns white?"

"Sorry, I've been having too much fun with those nameless guys lately, and my allegiance has become seriously biased." The red-skinned imp chuckled awkwardly, then looked at the dim-witted commander: "The one I just mentioned is the real Vampire. The ones you guys are talking about aren't even that, and they're not strong enough either."

The anonymous man waved his hand, and the commanders and generals, as if granted a pardon, all left.

At this point, the red-skinned kid looked at Dulin again and beckoned to him: "Hey kid, come here."

Dulin walked up to him.

"Of all the people in this room, you're the only one without horns who's got some skills." He sized up Dulin for a moment, then looked at the nameless man: "You're from the same hometown."

“Yes, this young man is from my hometown. When Miss Sun was begging me, I happened to have him in my hand, so I pulled him over.” At this point, the nameless man pointed to the red-skinned imp: “You may not know who this is, but here he is called Confucius. He has been playing with us nameless men for quite a while, and his allegiance has shifted somewhat, so don’t worry.”

"Don't make me sound like a good guy. I just find it more enjoyable to watch the people here fight." He then looked at Dulin and said, "I see your future in you, kid. Not bad. How about becoming my Great Demon? I can make an exception and help you ascend to Demonhood."

"Then forget it. Although this world has all sorts of ridiculous people and things, it's pretty good overall. I don't want to destroy it."

Dulin flatly refused the offer.

(End of this chapter)