bullyxtreme Chapter 211 Unquenchable Hatred (Part 2)
Chapter 211 Unquenchable Hatred (Part 2)
Amidst the swirling sandstorm, a small team marched through the boundless sea of sand, heading towards the Hall of Divine Manifestation.
The old man's life-saving friendship with Uncle Shazaman, the old man's secret entrustment of Uncle Shazaman's care, his injury, his request for material support, the riots, his unusual behavior of refusing to meet...
All of this swirled in Dixia's mind, stirring her thoughts, and for the first time, the girl felt restless and unable to eat or sleep.
"He hoped his daughter could stay as far away from the mercenary world as possible, where she was not in control of her own destiny."
So, was that intense argument that led to our breakup also something you deliberately planned?
It's the same old story. She's so self-righteous and thinks she knows everything. She doesn't consider her feelings at all.
"Dishia, don't be sad. We'll know the answer soon. Your uncle must have his own reasons."
Dina Zede comforted her gently, unable to believe that a father who loved his daughter so much could be a complete villain.
There must be some misunderstanding behind all of this.
That night, Shazaman told the two girls everything, including his relationship with Dishia's father, Kusela, and the reason for aiding Ahmar's Must.
They located the thirty-member group that provided weapons to Ahmar's Must and obtained the location of the brigade's base.
Now, it's time to reveal the whole truth.
Desia exhaled a long breath, clearing her mind of the chaotic thoughts, and picked up the heavy sword in her hand.
That's right. When she sees that old man, she'll definitely ask him everything, she absolutely will!
This time, don't even think about hiding anything from her.
"Thank you, miss, for coming with me."
Upon hearing this, Dina Zede shook her head gently. She tenderly took Dixia's hand, her tone revealing a hint of complexity.
"Don't say that, Dixia. Our Huma family also bears an unshirkable responsibility in this matter."
"Besides, we're good friends, so consider this... Dixia's compensation for my desert trip."
As she spoke, the young lady winked playfully at Dixia and made a slightly off-standard funny face.
"Haha, great! Once this is over, I'll definitely take you on a fun trip through the desert, Miss."
"It's a deal then, I'm really looking forward to it!"
As the group gradually moved away, a small camp slowly emerged at the horizon where the sand dunes met the sky.
That was their destination.
……
The sky is yellow, an unchanging yellow.
Idrissi sat in his dilapidated tent, looking at the sky swirling with yellow sand, and raised his wine cup.
The crude liquor rushed down my throat, causing a sharp, cutting pain, while the surrounding campfire crackled and popped.
Everything is the same as before, except for the people.
He couldn't see the end of this road, just like the grains of sand in an endless sea of desert; this story had no ending.
Idrissi often asked himself, "Is this really the right thing to do? Is this really what the leader wants?"
But every night, waking up from nightmares, these tough brothers, who were not afraid of bloodshed or death, would burst into tears.
The commander was gone just like that, falling in the darkness before dawn. He would never have the chance to see the peaceful scene before him, nor would he ever have the chance to see Miss Desia grow up.
Did you know that the young lady is very beautiful and brave now? Some of them secretly went to see her, but they didn't say anything.
Commander, the rainforest and the desert are living in peace, just as you hoped. Look!
Let's have a drink. It's nothing special, just something simple.
The wine spilled on the ground, reflecting the firelight.
But why is it that the murderers who killed you can enjoy everything so peacefully, enjoying wealth and status?
Why? People like the regimental commander should be forgotten, and he couldn't even see his daughter one last time. Why?!
Hate, oh hate! Strong liquor and flames cannot compare to even a fraction of hatred; it is hatred etched into our very blood.
Blood debts must be repaid in blood. They are already burdened with sins, and one or two more won't matter. They should have died long ago.
The regimental commander had given them a hand, and now it was time to repay them with their lives.
Even if only one person remains in the group, as long as there is a breath left, this revenge will not stop.
"Hey! There's no point in continuing this fight. We all know each other, and I don't want to ruin things."
"Where's Kucera? Tell him to come out!"
A familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice drifted from afar, mixed with the sounds of clashing weapons.
You see, what's meant to happen will happen.
After finishing his drink, Idrissi pushed aside the tattered curtains of his tent and headed towards the camp gate.
You've been hoping for this for so long, right, Commander?
……
"The commander can't see you anymore; he's long dead."
Balsa put down the knife in his hand, looking dejected.
"What did you say?!"
Noticing Dixia's shock, Tikriti chuckled self-deprecatingly and threw away his weapon.
"It seems you don't care about the group's affairs at all... But that's what the leader wants too."
"Five years ago, around the time you left, the commander went to the 'Legacy of the God-King' alone, and at the same time, he issued an order to completely disband the 'Beard of Ahmar'."
"As for the reason... ha, it's ironic now."
Idris stepped forward, a bottle of liquor in his hand, a mocking smile on his face, otherwise utterly numb.
"The Legacy of the God-King—no one has mentioned that name in a long time. We were once its affiliated guild."
"The leader of the God-King's Legacy controls his subordinates not only through force but also through 'criminal records.'"
"Dirty, immoral, blackmail-related criminal records, everyone, whether they are willing or not."
“Besides you, Dixia.”
Idrissi's expression was filled with sorrow, mixed with relief and pity, and Dixia felt a lump in her throat.
She couldn't speak, she just listened blankly to it all, to this other side of the story that had never been shown to her before.
She had no idea about any of this.
“From the moment you were born, the commander kept you from knowing any of this and forbade any of us from going out to do bad things. He said he had a way to deal with Mora, who was required by headquarters.”
"But he's just an ordinary person! What kind of ** (desert profanity) method does he have!"
After roaring, Balsha silently retreated.
"It was nothing more than going to headquarters to beg, and then being beaten again and again. The worst time, I almost couldn't stand up."
"Until... the time I saw you off."
"The guild leader arranged for us to escort you away, while he secretly went to the Relics of the God-King alone."
"That night, a fire broke out in the headquarters archives, and the brigade was disbanded, but the commander never came back."
"If it weren't so...if it weren't so..."
Idris silently repeated himself, hating not only the legacy of the God-King, but also himself for not discovering anything.
He suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with fire, and almost roared out what he was about to say.
"But Mishal, that hypocritical scoundrel, actually put on a show the next day by announcing that his criminal record would be destroyed, and then transformed himself into a hero who saved the gods!"
"Why? Why? Why?!"
"We hate! We hate!! Only we know the truth. Over the years, we've been on the run, connecting with the commander's old connections. We've never given up on revenge!"
"Everyone here participated in our operation voluntarily. We know we are outmatched, and we only attack the followers of the former God-King. As long as that bastard Mishal is dismounted, as long as that bastard's hypocritical mask is torn off!"
"Even if only one person remains here, we will not give up our revenge!"
Everyone in the Mustache of Ahmar took up arms, while Desia and Dinazede remained silent.
The fact that no one died in this seemingly horrific attack is enough to prove their point.
Idrissi took a deep breath, waved his hand, and forced an awkward smile.
"The commander always loved fairy tales, sacrificing himself to save others. Who knows..."
"He really did it."
The no-longer-young mercenary muttered to himself, then spilled the wine on the ground.
But that's not how it's portrayed in the story. The protagonist dies silently in the darkness, and the dragon transforms into human form.
He waved his hand wearily, his voice a little hoarse.
"I'm sorry, Dixia, you always thought this kind of thing was embarrassing when you were little. Just pretend I was talking nonsense..."
“Mishal is in Sumeru City. I will personally find out the truth. If it is true, let’s go together.”
Dixia interrupted Idrissi, turned around first amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, and strode away.
Now that things have come to this point, it's too difficult to judge good from evil.
If that's all you wanted, Dad.
Then let me slay this last evil dragon for you.