Durin's Diary

Chapter 939 The world laughs at my madness

Amidst thunder and lightning, Dulin opened his eyes.

At this moment, the old woman, now in a different form, was wielding a swift sword as she passed through the rain.

A raindrop landed right on the tip of the sword, and Dulin watched as it was sliced ​​open by the tip at a rate of about three frames per second.

Too slow, madam.

Looking at her festering face, at her twisted and hideous appearance, at the fact that she was no longer herself, Dulin raised his hand, pinched the tip of the Swift Sword between two fingers, and gave it a gentle twitch.

In an instant, the surrounding rainwater was shattered, and the old woman was blasted away by the force emanating from Dulin.

She landed far away with a howl, rolled twice, and finally collapsed among the flowers she had crushed.

At that moment, all the grass and flowers defied gravity and floated into the sky.

Dulin looked at the world before him, his mind filled with knowledge completely different from before. But he understood that this knowledge was not free. If he used it, for example, to establish a divine kingdom or a temple on earth, he would still be a god if he did so. But such a god was not what he wanted.

What I want to achieve is not this kind of great feat, even if it makes me a monster.

Dulin slowly drew Qian Yue: "Lady Nogel, get up. I know you are not dead, and I know that your other soul is watching our battle. Let me send you off on your final journey."

It would be good for me to seek a release for the millions of creatures on these four islands, who are imprisoned in this steel cage. Before, Dulin couldn't understand their roars, but now, recalling it, they were just crying and begging.

They weep for their foolish immortality and beg for temporary relief.

The woman who had been lying on the ground stood up the next second, and the flow of time finally returned to normal. She looked at Dulin and howled, "This is impossible! You were just a slightly stronger mortal a moment ago!"

“Yes, if it weren’t for my special talent, I would have just been an ordinary person.” Dulin smiled and started to walk.

If I didn't have Big Orange.

With a casual flick of his sword, Du Lin deflected the incoming blade and sighed softly to himself.

If I didn't have years of accumulated experience points...

The Swift Sword, now reformed, melted in Mrs. Norgle's hands as she screamed and tried to throw away the scorching ball of liquid metal.

Sun Renyi's attempt to seal the evil god with a mortal body is nothing but wishful thinking; he's playing with fire. Rather than stepping forward to mend the rift in the sky later, he should have done it himself from the start.

Reaching out, Dulin took the molten metal sphere, observing its divine flares. With a smile, he put away Qian Yue and then shook the sphere.

A swift sword appeared in his hand.

“Madam, the skill you have learned in Swift Sword should be the highest level of Spanish Swift Swordsmanship. During our match, I unexpectedly discovered that I seem to have learned it before.”

Dulin remembered that when he was young, he was taught several sword techniques about the Swift Sword in the tower, one of which had a very precise starting hand gesture.

This hand gesture requires the trainee to stand with their body naturally upright, leaving half a foot's distance between their heels, and raising the sword with a straight arm to form a right angle, starting from the body and forming a 90-degree angle with the sword tip.

This is a proper application of the right angle because it should include a quarter of the circumference, with the intersection at the arm and flank. This is a stance that needs constant attention because it is the best posture for both offense and defense and is also the center of other stances.

Examples of different applications of obtuse and acute angles, key points to note when raising and lowering the sword, and even two sword-raising stances located above the head and below the feet, as well as a right angle behind the back.

There are six angles and five techniques in total—thrust, slash, backhand slash, half slash, and half backhand slash. All of these attacks are performed with the wrist, and the power is amplified by the forearm and proper footwork.

elegant.

But Dulin forgot all of that after just one lesson.

After all, this is too difficult for someone who is bad at math. Dulin even felt that as a bad student, it was already good enough if he could avoid being cheated when spending money—something that an ordinary person should be able to do.

But now that Dulin has remembered everything, the flawless non-human has mastered the skill in an instant.

All wars and methods in this world are nothing but weapons of destruction. Just as a sword is a weapon of destruction, swordsmanship is nothing but a trick to kill.

Killing is the least artistic way to resolve conflict in this colorful art.

Dulin smiled and raised his Swift Sword. With a light tap, the sword sliced ​​open the old woman's festering skull.

As she retreated, wailing, Dulin took a step forward, and his Swift Sword clashed with the old woman's. The contact of force was devoid of any artistry; the old woman, whose sword momentum was deflected in an instant, didn't even have time to react before her newly healed head was stabbed three times in succession.

Dulin took a step back.

The sword tip hit the ground.

"Madam, you are not wrong. Weakness is the greatest original sin of living beings. But you evil gods refuse to even glance at the efforts made by the weak to struggle for survival. You always want to assume that your theory of the survival of the fittest is true, but you forget that weakness and strength are not fixed in the world. No country is always strong, and no people are always weak. All things in the world are always mutually beneficial and detrimental."

At this point, Dulin watched as the old woman, now resembling a vengeful ghost, lunged at him once more and swung her sword from afar.

A pure white sword aura sliced ​​through the rain, cutting the earth and splitting the evil god in two.

Flesh and blood fell to the ground, the blood scorching the earth, the flesh struggling to survive.

Dulin lowered his head, offering himself as a sacrifice, his flesh and blood as a ritual. In the end, countless vines tore open the earth, licking the flesh and blood clean.

In the pouring rain, Du Lin flicked his sword and looked at the small mechanical object: "Your mission is complete. If you wish, I can take you to see Director Sun. She's still at the research center."

“I know, but I’ve become twisted, I’m no longer myself.” With that, it pulled a gun from its waist, but instead of pointing it at Dulin, it pressed it against Dulin’s head: “I’ve finally waited for this day to purify me, thank you, big brother.”

As the firing pin of the gunpowder weapon struck the primer, Dulin watched as the small mechanical object in front of him collapsed in the sea of ​​flowers.

This area is being completely revitalized.

Withered trees are reborn, and the parched earth is responding to the breath of spring.

Dulin gazed out at the sea, where the sky was gradually brightening.

What are you going to do?

Eleven asked.

I will fulfill my responsibility and protect human civilization itself. Anyone who wants to destroy human civilization will become my enemy.

At this point, Dulin sheathed his rapier and turned to walk toward his armor, which was still bound by vines.

(End of this chapter)