Durin's Diary

Chapter 957 When it's time to leave

Dulin concealed his aura and waited near the Celestial Master's Mansion for several days, originally thinking that given Perlen Mittel's actions, she would probably come directly to arrest him.

As a result, I found myself all alone.

Grand Tutor Pang and the others were puzzled—because in everyone's opinion, this person should have come no matter what, since the awakening of the two children was not fake.

But she didn't come. In the end, the old men concluded that this Peren Mittel was either trapped somewhere for some unknown reason, just like the evil gods.

There is no evidence, but the two children say that every night after they wake up, it seems as if someone is calling to them.

This is a very dangerous and very strange signal.

The danger is that this means the bloodline of Perren Mittel, after thousands of years of continuous dilution, is still effective, and the two children are still unable to transcend it.

The strange thing is that the two children can only receive limited calls—nothing else, and no hints about where to go.

Although some have suggested using mind amplifiers on children to pinpoint the call, perhaps they could learn what Perrin Mittel was trying to say from the children's dreams.

However, this was rejected by Grand Tutor Pang and others—the current situation is already a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. If the use of the Mind Amplifier had caused the child to be completely brainwashed by Perlen Mittel, it would have truly backfired.

Even if it were Dulin, he wouldn't dare to do this. After all, if these two children were brainwashed by a great demon like Perren Mittel, their lives might be ruined. These two children are incapable of maintaining their true selves during brainwashing. If they were brainwashed, they might become Perren Mittel's puppets for the rest of their lives.

So things became somewhat deadlocked—Grand Tutor Pang ultimately overruled the objections and allowed Du Lin to go south.

After all, the demon army outside Zhennan Pass had completed its integration and had once again arrived outside the city yesterday. They used their cannons to bombard the city's cannons. The two sides fought for a day, and a breach was opened in the city wall. The demon army did not fare well either, as a third of their cannons were destroyed by grenades.

At this point, Dulin should take his place.

Before leaving, Grand Tutor Pang specially gave his wooden mace to Du Lin: "This is my teaching whip. I have used it to beat your old man, the emperor's ancestors, and the ancestors of all the big and small Zhulong clans. If any Zhulong in Zhennan Pass dares to disobey you, you can use it to beat them up."

“Okay.” Du Lin picked up the wooden mace, opened the door, and rushed inside.

As he entered, Luo Xiangguo shook his head: "This child doesn't even ask you for the slightest benefit; he's too good to be true."

"It's good that I remember." Grand Tutor Pang smiled slightly on his somewhat aged face. "Besides, if this child were after empty fame, do you think he would change himself on that day?"

This rhetorical question made Prime Minister Luo sigh: "Yes, but it is precisely his lack of ambition that makes us old fogies feel that we are really useless."

“What’s the use of our transformation? It’s just adding another ancient god to this world. Our existence will only cause future generations to shed blood for it… But this child is different. He doesn’t even know that there is no other new god in this world besides him who can suppress his realm.” Grand Tutor Pang waved his hand as he said this: “I believe that Perlen Mitil will definitely come. I will wait for her here… There are some things that are my grudges with her.”

This presumptuous, wishful thinker, she understands nothing. She naively believes that what she is giving is love... How could that be? Director Sun, as Nuwa, and Minister Belle, representing the evil god, are eternal enemies. As one of Director Sun's assistants, he could never be with her.

Yesterday's events were nothing more than the result of their own actions.

I let you go last time, but if you dare to appear in front of me again this time, I will risk everything and exhaust all karma to kill you.

………………

Sitting in the brightly lit rest area, the girl in the white robe seemed to awaken to something, her golden pupils gazing south. As if trying to penetrate the walls and layers of earth, the little angels beside her began to dance gracefully as she awoke.

They emitted an ethereal chorus, filled with sacred syllables, surrounding the halo above her head, as if to cleanse the world of its filth.

As she opened her eyes, a variety of people appeared on the platform, including children of various races. They came in twos and threes, surrounded her, looked at her, and smiled.

There were doctoral students in white coats, her familiar mentors and colleagues, standing at a distance with smiles, watching this beautiful scene unfold before her.

This beautiful scene is just like it was a thousand years ago, when everyone at the research center was as close as one, and the children they nurtured were treated very well. It was as if the goddess of fate was smiling at every living being.

Just then, as she remembered, a tram arrived, and a dark-haired woman stepped off and smiled at her.

"Director Sun," she said, her voice dry and hoarse.

"Good evening, Perlen Mittel." After the dark-haired woman finished speaking, a small deer peeked out from behind her. She looked it over and then said somewhat timidly, "Good evening."

"Yes, good evening." The angelic girl in white robes smiled and nodded.

“I’m glad to see you’re still the same as before, Perrin Mittel. Haven’t you woken up from your dream?” Director Sun asked with a smile.

What do you mean I haven't woken up from my dream?

The girl was a little confused.

The next second, she opened her eyes again.

No, there's never a deer-like girl by Director Sun's side; it should be him behind her!

As she cried out in agony, the lights in the dilapidated, deserted hall came on once more.

This time, however, distortion replaced the previous beauty. Tiny skulls rose from the ground, and blasphemous whispers spread as they were activated, chanting corruption and blasphemy around the black bone ring above her head.

Twisted, inhuman flesh and bones embraced each other on the ground, nestled together, and devoured each other's desires.

She stood up and ran towards the exit.

She was going to see him.

As she ran, as her jade-like hands lifted the hem of her skirt, as her flawless white feet stepped onto the stairs, as the light cast her image in the mirror beside the stairs, everything seemed as if it were happening a thousand years ago.

It was a twisted body of flesh running, her hair had completely fallen out, her whole body was covered in horrific branding, and her extra organs were protruding from her tattered robes as she ran.

There are no angels, only devils who haven't woken up from their dreams.

(End of this chapter)