"There are no shackles around the neck, but I decided to create a shackle for myself..."
Xia repeated the two sentences Dora read to him, and after a while, the turtle laughed.
He started to laugh softly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, but then he laughed louder and louder, laughing back and forth, laughing openly and undisguised.
But Dora could hear that there was no trace of laughter in the turtle's laughter.
Such a laugh is more like a kind of pity, a kind of sadness, or... a kind of mockery.
After enduring the turtle and laughing for a long time, Dora asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"
"These ancient goblins are very cute and pitiful." Xiaya seemed to wipe the corner of his eyes, he was smiling, but his eyes were so sharp: "There is no shackle, but he made a shackle for himself, and Anything more fucking ridiculous than that?"
Dora was silent for a while, and finally said slowly: "I almost forgot, you are also a guy without faith."
"you are wrong."
Contrary to Dora's expectations, the turtle's rebuttal was very straightforward and firm!
"Maybe we don't believe in God, but that doesn't mean we don't believe in God!" Xia said suddenly, and then a hint of cunning appeared in his eyes: "Speaking of what Chamark, the greatest goblin philosopher in the third era of fire, said. "Our Glory and Fall" - haha! Dora, don't you think these goblins are really smart? Much smarter than you!"
The turtle's tone was indifferent: "I was born in the Wildfire Plain, I am not a Byzantine, I am not a Landis, I am not an Odin, so I have not joined any religion! I grew up in the mountains and do not believe in any gods, I believe in It's strength, it's the law of the jungle, it's the strong prey on the weak, and it's tenacious survival! I believe in the axe in my hand, because I know that I need it to chop wood and chop the heads of beasts!"
"This is just a hunter." Dora retorted.
"Yes, a hunter."
At this moment, this vulgar turtle, his tone is like a wise philosopher: "What about you? Noble and proud dragon family, powerful Dora. Hmph... You are a dragon, while you are alive, your lifespan Maybe dozens of times my strength, you are hundreds of times stronger than me! But, are you really stronger than me?"
As if just before Dora was about to refute, Xiaya added: "Yes, it seems so... But don't forget, you are not free to die even if you die!"
It was the last sentence that seemed to break Dora's confidence in rebutting.
"Yeah... What did you say 'the dragon must be buried in the soul, so the soul of the dragon has to go to the cemetery of the dragon family to rest in order to obtain eternal peace and long sleep.' - Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" What did I think when I heard you say that for the first time? What I thought was that your dragon god is really fucking wrong! Take off your pants and fart! If you die, you will die. Pedal, one hundred times! But what about you? You are not free to die! Even after you die, you still have to follow the rules set by it... Hahahaha! Dora, do you know what this is?"
"...Yes, what?" Dora asked subconsciously.
"shackles."
Dora was stunned.
In other words, a creature as wise as her suddenly seemed unable to find any words to refute this rude and rude turtle, as if she was choked, and after a while, Dora retorted: "But if If I don't, my soul can't rest, I..."
"Yes, yes." Xia said disdainfully: "Your soul cannot rest in peace, so you must let your soul return to the cemetery. If you can't go back, your soul will vanish into thin air..."
Speaking of this, Xiaya suddenly took a deep breath, and then asked Dora seriously: "I ask you, how can you be sure, even if you return to such a holy tomb of your dragon clan... your soul, 'It won't go away'? There will be 'eternal rest'?? How can you be sure?"
"This is set by the Dragon God..."
Before Dora finished speaking, Xiaya shook his head: "No, I'm not asking you this! I'm asking you, how can you be sure! Sure!! Could there be other dead dragons who told you to use their own Have their real experiences told you that after they died, their souls entered the cemetery and rested in peace?"
"Nonsense, after death, the soul enters the cemetery, how can it come out and tell me..."
"That's it." Xia Ya sneered maliciously: "No dragon can prove what it looks like after death! And what you believe now is taught by that 'Dragon God'."
The turtle snorted: "Maybe your dragon god is lying to you, maybe your dragon god is talking nonsense. Haha! Maybe even if your soul returns to the cemetery, it will only disappear after the energy of consciousness is exhausted. … God knows! After your soul dies, it’s impossible to come back and tell the truth! Do you understand?”
"Shut up!!! Shut up!!!"
Dora was really angry, she roared and roared angrily in Xia Ya's head, so shocked that Xia Ya's eyes were a little dark, and she pressed down on her temples. The mother dragon's roar continued for a long time before the voice gradually subsided.
Xia Ya let go of her hand and said coldly, "If you want to convince me, it's very simple. You can use evidence to refute me, instead of just talking about 'what God said'."
Although Dora was extremely angry, she couldn't find any powerful words to counter Xi Ya.
Even, under her anger, she tried her best to find a reason to try to refute this nonsense bastard, but after thinking for a long time, she found that... she really couldn't find any evidence to make this bastard shut up.
Everything, as expected, is "God said".
"Now, if you don't want to continue arguing with me, then continue to translate the contents of this book to me."
"Hmph! Think beautifully." Dora hated: "You dare to question my faith with such bad words, and you want to ask me to help you..."
"Ha!" Xia laughed deliberately: "The things in this book were written by an ancient goblin! They were left by those goblins who didn't believe in gods at all! Are you guilty, Dora! You are worried about the back of this book. content, will it further prove that my statement is correct?"
"Bah!" Dora was indeed agitated, and said angrily: "Okay! I'll translate it for you!"
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"Fourth three hundred and thirty-five years of the New God Era of the Fifth Era, the moon and the sun are missing.
Sark's funeral was very simple, and we buried him in the woods in the Creation District. Everyone thought it was a good idea, because Sark said when he was alive that he liked the woods.
Today I received an order, the respected Imperial Marshal Aziz is to come to the Creation God area to inspect. In such a tense battle situation, the inspection by the Marshal has become the most important event in the Creation God District. Soldiers and officers have written a lot of petitions, hoping that they will be transferred to the front line to fight for the empire.
This time, instead of blocking such an action, I collected these petitions with my own hands, and added a letter to the top—mine.
The death of Sark made me suddenly feel a deep disgust for this place. I'd rather go to war than die. "
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"Fourth, three hundred and thirty-five years of the New God Age of the Fifth Era, from the moon and the sun.
The arrival of Marshal Az and his party was much earlier than expected.
This is not the first time I have met the Marshal. Before I came to the Creation God Area a few years ago, the Marshal personally appointed me.
Seeing the Marshal again after a few years, he looked very tired and old. Marshal Az did not review and receive soldiers and officers as usual, but listened to the progress of the test group for the first time. Because this process is the top secret of the Empire, I am not qualified to attend.
But I noticed that when Marshal Az was walking out of the conference room, his expression was very ugly.
In my impression, Marshal Az is a strong goblin warrior, he once wrote "Shout out to Ok, go goblin!" "Such an inspiring book. But now, even I can see the weakness in his eyes.
When I sent the pile of petitions, Marshal Aziz threw them all into the trash without even looking at them.
I'm amazed at this, because it's an insult to the quality of a goblin. But just as I was trying to argue, Lord Marshal and I had a separate conversation.
And this conversation, is the biggest reason I wrote this diary - I was shocked!
Marshal Aziz told me that, in fact, the situation on the front line was much worse than what we knew. It was just to stabilize people's hearts, and the announced results of the war had been edited to avoid unnecessary confusion.
And the truth I heard from the marshal is: the Shenhuo Legion has basically been destroyed, and now the combined army of humans and dwarves in the south is heading north.
In the north, the Dragons have completely annihilated the three goblin regiments, annihilating, not defeating! The gods of the dragon race also showed miracles. It was a huge disaster, and a regiment of goblins was buried forever in that disaster.
What worries Marshal Aziz even more is that human beings have already divided a part of their strength, trying to intersperse directly from the south to the east, and the dragons in the north, making a stance of attacking the hinterland of the empire.
Only the Eastern District is still stubbornly resisting, but the bad situation is that because of the interspersed human detours, the connection between the rear of our Eastern District and the inner belly of the empire has been cut off. The Eastern District is now surrounded by these hostile races.
The marshal told me that, at least for a long time in the future, the God Creation District will no longer receive any supplies from the inner belly of the empire, and the elements needed for new experiments will not be able to be transported out.
As for those petitions...
'My children, you don't have to apply to be transferred out of here because... if you want to fight, trust me, those enemies will be here soon! Appear in front of your eyes! '
I can't believe such a bad situation!
Why did our powerful goblins, the great goblins, the best race in the world, fall to such a level? !
Is it because we are not blessed by the gods? !
The Master Marshal's answer to my question was: The real reason is that we do not have a god but want to create a god.
From now on, the Chuangshen Project is no longer a national project, it has become a military project.
Those vile races can gain an advantage over us on the battlefield because they have the help of those 'gods' who perform miracles powerful enough to kill many goblins. So, in order to compete with them, we must have our own gods, and we must have a powerful weapon that can compete with them!
Marshal Az told me that he was going back to the capital immediately, and he would be responsible for mobilizing all the troops to resist the threat of the invaders to the goblin capital, which would be a brutal defense war.
And he gave me a very difficult task.
'Guard the Genesis Zone, my child! Because in a sense, this is more important than our capital! Even if the capital is lost, as long as you succeed here, there is hope for our great goblins to come back! More than 400 years of hard work, investing all the national power in the plan, and consuming too much power of the goblins, this allows those bastards to take advantage of it! We will not surrender, and the goblins will not admit defeat. In this world, there are only dead goblins, but no failed goblins! I can't give you any support, I can't give you any supplies, but I need you and your army to guard this place, no matter what the situation, this place cannot be captured by the enemy! '
These are the original words that the Marshal told me. When I wrote these words, my pen was shaking.
I don't know if I'll be able to complete this task - it may even be the hardest one of my life, maybe the last.
This is no ordinary war.
This is a multiple choice question:
Survive, or perish. "
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"Fourth three hundred and thirty-five years of the New God Age of the Fifth Era, Earth, Moon, Sun.
Because of the appointment of the Marshal, I became the supreme military commander of the God Creation District, and was also appointed as a member of the experimental team. I am given supreme leadership in this area, and it is my responsibility to use my life to keep this program going.
I have the highest authority to access all information about the Creation Project.
I spent two days and two nights reading these materials, and I only read the last hundred years... But this part alone made me feel a huge shock!
What the hell did we... do! !
I felt a tremor all over me, a trembling of fear, a trembling of remorse and anger!
In just the past hundred years, the goblins have almost exhausted all the national power that can be mobilized for this!
A great deal of other research has been suspended or put on hold indefinitely, and all the most elite goblin scholars and experts have been mobilized to work on this massive project, for which we have stopped research on the latest warships, stopped new energy levels The research on the magic gun, stopped the research on the improvement of the goblin race, and stopped the research on the new energy that replaced the magic energy...
We paid such a huge price that we almost stopped our goblin civilization for a hundred years, and let our technology stand still for a hundred years!
All this is to create a goddamn god!
right! God damn it! ! !
Sark is right, we are stupid!
And since I was a child, my father once said to me that if I did stupid things, I would be punished. "
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"Fourth three hundred and thirty-five years of the New God Era of the Fifth Era, the last day of lack of a moon.
I haven't written a diary for a long time.
In the recent period of time, we have been unable to maintain stable contact with the outside world, and we have not received news from the capital for more than six months. The latest news is only that the dragons have passed through the northern plains, and the humans have merged with the dragons to surround the capital area.
We don't have any more goblin armies, almost all of the reserves have been mobilized.
Marshal Az was right last time, this is not just a war, but a choice.
Survive, or perish.
Since I became the commander of the God Creation District, the more I learned about this plan, the deeper the awe in my heart. I couldn't sleep peacefully almost every night, and those shocking plans made me have nightmares every night.
I even doubt that more than 400 years ago, His Majesty the Goblin King, who signed the plan to start this plan, made such a decision in the same mood! Bet on the fate of the race of goblins hundreds of years in the future on an illusory dream that may not even exist.
But I understand better that this may be the biggest flaw of our goblins: the pursuit of perfection.
We are already the most powerful race in the world, and our only flaw is that we don't have a god that belongs to us. We don't have things that the weaker races than us have.
We conquered the continent, conquered the sky, conquered everything...but not our own heart.
This is a gamble.
The greatest tragedy for me is that I cannot change this reality, because, if this is a tragedy, it has already begun four hundred years ago.
And now, it has entered the stage of curtain call.
At present, the food is still abundant. The six conjoined underground warehouses in the Chuangshen District can store enough food for the 46,000 goblins in our entire district to eat for a year. But the unrest in the military has reached a point where it is difficult to control.
Three deserters appeared today, and one of them was actually a low-level officer. This shocked me very much. But none of them are cowards, they just can't bear to worry about their families. Their families are all in the capital, all 'outside'.
I still ordered the deserter to be executed, and the officer, before dying, I asked him what his last words were.
It said to me: General, I am not afraid to die, nor to fight, but I am afraid to wait, so I would rather run away, perhaps our hometown has fallen, but I would rather go back there and die with my family, and Not here to live, to wait in despair.
Its words keep me silent.
In the end, I personally executed the death sentence on it.
But I can't forget the pair of eyes it had before it died. It wasn't fear, it was just unwillingness and regret.
It wasn't death that troubled it, it was not being able to see family members, or dying with family members.
At this moment, I also remembered the days in the capital, the eyes that had been suppressed and forgotten by me, and that smile.
Princess Lulu, are you okay? "
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"Fourth three hundred and thirty-six years of the New God Age of the Fifth Era, except the sun.
Today, we finally got the news from outside!
A remnant army of goblins entered the Chuangshen District, and their number was the Red Sun Army in the Central Garrison District. The Red Sun Legion should be stationed in the southeast of the capital. I used to have two friends who served in this legion, but I was very surprised to see them today.
The designation of a legion, but the number of goblins that have arrived is less than 800. I can't imagine what kind of severe test such an army has encountered.
What makes the goblins here even more desperate is that the arrival of the Red Sun Legion has brought a lot of bad news!
The great goblin capital fell two goblin months ago. The abominable dragon race and human race united once again after the last Demon Race. Their dragon knights are indeed very powerful. The frontal assault of these dragon knights has defeated our army, and the damn dwarves, they are good at fighting. Hollow gnomes, they dug their way and attacked our defenses!
Our capital has fallen! His Majesty the Honourable Hardman Jr has committed suicide.
The brothers of the Red Sun Legion told me that they received the order of Marshal Az after the defeat. The last order of Marshal Az was to let all the goblin troops break through and try to move closer to the eastern region. The Red Sun Legion received the entry The order of the God Creation District—Unfortunately, when they came here, there were only so many goblins left.
And respected Marshal Az, it fulfilled its promise. After the imperial capital was captured, it led the guards and died gloriously in street battles.
I can imagine the scene where this old goblin, three times my age, was finally wielding a weapon and shouting slogans to die.
But in fact, a brother of the Red Sun Legion told me that it witnessed the scene of the marshal's death in battle: it was brutally trampled to death by a dragon on the mount of a dragon knight.
What made all the goblins in the Creation District even more angry was the other news brought by the Red Sun Legion.
In this war, those races obviously don't just want to defeat us!
Listen to them, out there, in the northern plains, in the capital, in other areas... in all the occupied areas! Those races, they are slaughtering our fellow goblins!
Not only goblin soldiers were killed, but also innocent civilians! They smashed our buildings, burned our libraries and schools, and turned everything into rubble.
These bastards, they want to exterminate our race!
Extinct!
This word is not unfamiliar, because in history, in the last war against the demons, we did just that.
I got into great worry.
The fall of the capital, is Lulu still alive
If those damn races are really carrying out the massacre to destroy us, can Lulu escape this catastrophe
According to the brothers of the Red Sun Legion, before the capital was surrounded, a group of refugees once escaped from the capital and went east, and I heard that some members of the royal family were wrapped among them.
Wish Lulu was among those fleeing.
'They don't want to take over our cities at all, because every place they go, the first thing they do is massacre, and the second thing is to tear down all the buildings they can see. The third thing is to set fire to burn all visible traces. '
just like…
As if we never existed. "
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"Fourth, three hundred and thirty-six years of the New God Age of the Fifth Era, the first day of lack of moon.
Today, an enemy finally approached the God Creation Zone.
A team of elves approached the outer forest and left soon after a brief confrontation.
I know very well that the most severe battle is coming. We have no foreign aid, no supplies, and no retreat!
The home we live in no longer exists, the land we own is no longer ours, our loved ones are dead, and the country we were loyal to is dead.
And we... this race, is also in the process of not going extinct.
At this point, there may be no way to stop this from happening. "
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"Fourth three hundred and thirty-six years of the New God Age of the Fifth Era, the red moon and the sun.
The enemy finally came, and a coalition army composed of elves and humans appeared outside the warning circle.
Today, I sent off an old friend of mine.
When I saw Imit again, I almost didn't recognize it.
The Imit in my memory has a gentle smile and warm eyes, but when I saw it today, its blunt eyes made me feel strange, and I saw the killing and cruelty in those eyes.
As a goblin, it is still so proud that it came alone outside our vigilance circle to ask to see me, and it knows that I am the supreme commander here.
It represents the condition put forward by the coalition forces of the other side that all goblins in the God Creation Area must surrender immediately and unconditionally.
I asked it back, after the surrender? Are you also slaughtered by all of you.
It told me that the massacres outside were done by other races, and the noble goblins did not do such massacres.
I said to it: Witnessing crime and not stopping it is not qualified to call itself noble.
The funny thing is that this sentence was told to me back then.
Immet said to me that it would guarantee our safety after my people surrendered. And, it said to me, these are because of the things in the Genesis Zone, which are very important to them, and as long as I promise to leave them a complete Genesis Zone, in exchange, I can get a decent surrender, and get the power to survive.
Again, I rejected it without hesitation.
When Imit was gone, it said to me: You will regret it, my friend.
My answer is: fuck you, enemy! "