DPM Chapter 36-Hunting A Devil Part 4
Translated by Snowfall77
His heart tight, Wu Xingyun gripped his gun tightly as he took the elevator to the surface with the other three Ghost soldiers.
The four men quickly followed their mission parameters, Wu Xingyun making his way to the coordinates assigned him.
Before coming up, Wu Xingyun had wondered what the ground would look like. When he did see it with his own eyes, he could hardly believe it.
The beautiful and clean city, the trees with fluttering heart-leaves, was now nothing but ruins. All the high-rise buildings were destroyed, only the semi-circular, Federation buildings surviving. Troops of regular soldiers were massing, bringing weapons to form a blockade.
Warplanes unceasingly swarmed in the sky, dropping missiles on suspicious locations from time to time.
Explosions detonated here and there, smoke billowing, obstructing views of the destruction.
The regular soldiers, along with those operating small-scale mecha, saw Wu Xingyun coming, and recognized the ultimate weapon of the Federation. They couldn’t see who was under the helmet, yet without exception they saluted the Ghost soldier.
Wu Xingyun wasn’t walking fast, and his mind was blank. Occasionally, he’d look up at the sky, three suns blazing overhead, making his eyes watery.
After he’d made his way to the front line, the blockade soldiers made a way for Wu Xingyun. Before long, Wu Xingyun walked alone.
While he was trodding along in the rubble, Wu Xingyun vaguely noticed an airbus station sign buried in the concrete debris. He picked it up to take a look, finding it was for a stop near his parents’ home.
The three suns, in their three directions, dragged along the ground three shadows of varying depths. Looking at his map, Wu Xingyun found he was almost at the designated ambush point.
Activating his stealth device, the soldier disappeared, as the three shadows on the ground faded away.
Soon, Wu Xingyun arrived to his assigned area, where fires had clearly raged violently. With almost nothing recognizable, Wu Xingyun proceeded forward carefully, until seeing at his feet a mailbox labeled: xxxx District 601.
The lid of his parents’ mailbox.
All was desolate, with piles of rubble, the road utterly indistinguishable, deep pits leading to more deep pits, shrapnel scattered indiscriminately.
His family’s home had become an abandoned battlefield, populated only with corpses.
Haunting words rang again in Wu Xingyun’s mind. “I’ll be here, waiting for you to come back.” Mozun had said that as Wu Xingyun left that night.
Although Shi Fei had claimed that there were multiple possible hiding places for the Night Shard, Wu Xingyun’s intuition told him that Mozun had always been here.
Wu Xingyun’s searching grew even more cautious. He didn’t dare fly, hardly dared to walk. There was almost no cover and he couldn’t very well leave a string of footprints behind himself.
Moving forward with great care, Wu Xingyun put his feet where they’d wouldn’t leave a mark.
Picking his way along ash-free masonry, Wu Xingyun spotted a man in a ravine, hidden behind an obstacle.
The man wore a gray suit, creeping along the trench with his back to Wu Xingyun. Surrounded by a faint energy shield, the man had some makeshift metal partitions erected, as well as an assortment of Federation weapons that he’d presumably seized.
Then the man stopped, laying on the ground, holding a weapon, multiple other weapons near him, about fifty meters away from Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun gradually crouched down. He raised his gun.
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At that moment, Wu Xingyun suddenly recalled his first ambush of the Night Shard. Mozun had been sitting alone in the distance, gazing at a moon, red sands stretching out around him. The split second as Wu Xingyun’s bullet toppled Mozun, Mozun had turned his head. It had been the first time Wu Xingyun had caught a glimpse of the real person within the frightful legend. The fallen man’s eyes had no anger, no pain, only boundless loneliness and calm release.
Likely Mozun had been reminiscing about his former lover at the time. That was what Wu Xingyun figured. He shook his head, trying to banish his disordered thoughts.
Aiming his weapon, Wu Xingyun squatted in place a long time. The man in the trench didn’t move either, maintaining the same position.
Wu Xingyun tried to decide where he should shoot. Where was the place that would give the Night Shard a painless death?
However, he wasn’t capable of working it out. In the end, Wu Xingyun stopped his sight over the man’s heart.
Wu Xingyun went to pull the trigger several times, yet couldn’t. He felt the bitter weight of the gun in his hands, tried to put it down, yet couldn’t.
It was like Wen Nuo said: “ If you take the badge off your shoulder and announce your secession from the Federation, I won’t force you to do anything…If you can’t do that, pick up your gun and do what a Federation soldier should do!”
Bang. A vortex apparated from the muzzle, racing at the speed of light towards the man in the ditch.
The prone man gave a miserable scream, rolled back and forth painfully on the ground, until finally going still.
Wu Xingyun waited for a while, before taking out an instrument and scanning. When he’d ascertained that no other large living creature was around except for him, Wu Xingyun got up and made his way towards the body.
The Night Shard lolled on the dirt, a small hole piercing through the clothes on his back, face pale, lips bloodless. Wu Xingyun reached out and checked. No breath.
Taking off a glove, Wu Xingyun felt the artery on the neck.
No heartbeat.
The Night Shard was dead.
Wu Xingyun had concluded his mission so effortlessly.
Speaking into his mic, Wu Xingyun communicated to Shi Fei: “Report. Have completed the task and killed the target. Coordinates are……”
“Very good!” Shi Fei responded. “Don’t move, I’ll send support troops over to you.”
Wu Xingyun’s legs went limp and his sight went dark. He’d taken off his helmet, to see the enemy’s face clearly, only to find his own heart hollowed out.
He’d never imagined that Mozun’s death would give him such crushing sadness. Examining around the body, Wu Xingyun found a stool buried underneath in the dust.
It was a stool belonging to his parents. Where Mozun had been sitting that night when Wu Xingyun left.
“I’ll be here, waiting for you to come back.”
And this was the result.
Wu Xingyun’s breath caught in his chest, unknown heart pangs attacking him painfully. It hurt. It hurt so much he couldn’t hold anything, could only prop his hands on the dirt. Like a fish on dry land, no matter how much he tried to inhale, oxygen seemed to elude him.
He buried his head deep in the dust. He didn’t know if he was crying or not. It wasn’t important.
The word ‘free’ came to him. He grabbed the gun off his waist and prepared to pull the trigger.
But before he had time to raise his weapon, a familiar cold voice came: “So it turns out, it really is you.”
Utterly taken aback, Wu Xingyun lifted up and turned his head. The dead body had opened its eyes and now stood behind Wu Xingyun.
The man’s complexion glowed faintly cyan, lips still pale, an unstoppable anger and disappointment gathered in the eyes.
Mozun, the Night Shard, who’d experienced the Great Nirvana, many had claimed he was immortal.
Sure enough. How could the Demon be killed so easily?
DPM Chapter 36-Hunting A Devil Part 4
Translated by Snowfall77
His heart tight, Wu Xingyun gripped his gun tightly as he took the elevator to the surface with the other three Ghost soldiers.
The four men quickly followed their mission parameters, Wu Xingyun making his way to the coordinates assigned him.
Before coming up, Wu Xingyun had wondered what the ground would look like. When he did see it with his own eyes, he could hardly believe it.
The beautiful and clean city, the trees with fluttering heart-leaves, was now nothing but ruins. All the high-rise buildings were destroyed, only the semi-circular, Federation buildings surviving. Troops of regular soldiers were massing, bringing weapons to form a blockade.
Warplanes unceasingly swarmed in the sky, dropping missiles on suspicious locations from time to time.
Explosions detonated here and there, smoke billowing, obstructing views of the destruction.
The regular soldiers, along with those operating small-scale mecha, saw Wu Xingyun coming, and recognized the ultimate weapon of the Federation. They couldn’t see who was under the helmet, yet without exception they saluted the Ghost soldier.
Wu Xingyun wasn’t walking fast, and his mind was blank. Occasionally, he’d look up at the sky, three suns blazing overhead, making his eyes watery.
After he’d made his way to the front line, the blockade soldiers made a way for Wu Xingyun. Before long, Wu Xingyun walked alone.
While he was trodding along in the rubble, Wu Xingyun vaguely noticed an airbus station sign buried in the concrete debris. He picked it up to take a look, finding it was for a stop near his parents’ home.
The three suns, in their three directions, dragged along the ground three shadows of varying depths. Looking at his map, Wu Xingyun found he was almost at the designated ambush point.
Activating his stealth device, the soldier disappeared, as the three shadows on the ground faded away.
Soon, Wu Xingyun arrived to his assigned area, where fires had clearly raged violently. With almost nothing recognizable, Wu Xingyun proceeded forward carefully, until seeing at his feet a mailbox labeled: xxxx District 601.
The lid of his parents’ mailbox.
All was desolate, with piles of rubble, the road utterly indistinguishable, deep pits leading to more deep pits, shrapnel scattered indiscriminately.
His family’s home had become an abandoned battlefield, populated only with corpses.
Haunting words rang again in Wu Xingyun’s mind. “I’ll be here, waiting for you to come back.” Mozun had said that as Wu Xingyun left that night.
Although Shi Fei had claimed that there were multiple possible hiding places for the Night Shard, Wu Xingyun’s intuition told him that Mozun had always been here.
Wu Xingyun’s searching grew even more cautious. He didn’t dare fly, hardly dared to walk. There was almost no cover and he couldn’t very well leave a string of footprints behind himself.
Moving forward with great care, Wu Xingyun put his feet where they’d wouldn’t leave a mark.
Picking his way along ash-free masonry, Wu Xingyun spotted a man in a ravine, hidden behind an obstacle.
The man wore a gray suit, creeping along the trench with his back to Wu Xingyun. Surrounded by a faint energy shield, the man had some makeshift metal partitions erected, as well as an assortment of Federation weapons that he’d presumably seized.
Then the man stopped, laying on the ground, holding a weapon, multiple other weapons near him, about fifty meters away from Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun gradually crouched down. He raised his gun.
""
At that moment, Wu Xingyun suddenly recalled his first ambush of the Night Shard. Mozun had been sitting alone in the distance, gazing at a moon, red sands stretching out around him. The split second as Wu Xingyun’s bullet toppled Mozun, Mozun had turned his head. It had been the first time Wu Xingyun had caught a glimpse of the real person within the frightful legend. The fallen man’s eyes had no anger, no pain, only boundless loneliness and calm release.
Likely Mozun had been reminiscing about his former lover at the time. That was what Wu Xingyun figured. He shook his head, trying to banish his disordered thoughts.
Aiming his weapon, Wu Xingyun squatted in place a long time. The man in the trench didn’t move either, maintaining the same position.
Wu Xingyun tried to decide where he should shoot. Where was the place that would give the Night Shard a painless death?
However, he wasn’t capable of working it out. In the end, Wu Xingyun stopped his sight over the man’s heart.
Wu Xingyun went to pull the trigger several times, yet couldn’t. He felt the bitter weight of the gun in his hands, tried to put it down, yet couldn’t.
It was like Wen Nuo said: “ If you take the badge off your shoulder and announce your secession from the Federation, I won’t force you to do anything…If you can’t do that, pick up your gun and do what a Federation soldier should do!”
Bang. A vortex apparated from the muzzle, racing at the speed of light towards the man in the ditch.
The prone man gave a miserable scream, rolled back and forth painfully on the ground, until finally going still.
Wu Xingyun waited for a while, before taking out an instrument and scanning. When he’d ascertained that no other large living creature was around except for him, Wu Xingyun got up and made his way towards the body.
The Night Shard lolled on the dirt, a small hole piercing through the clothes on his back, face pale, lips bloodless. Wu Xingyun reached out and checked. No breath.
Taking off a glove, Wu Xingyun felt the artery on the neck.
No heartbeat.
The Night Shard was dead.
Wu Xingyun had concluded his mission so effortlessly.
Speaking into his mic, Wu Xingyun communicated to Shi Fei: “Report. Have completed the task and killed the target. Coordinates are……”
“Very good!” Shi Fei responded. “Don’t move, I’ll send support troops over to you.”
Wu Xingyun’s legs went limp and his sight went dark. He’d taken off his helmet, to see the enemy’s face clearly, only to find his own heart hollowed out.
He’d never imagined that Mozun’s death would give him such crushing sadness. Examining around the body, Wu Xingyun found a stool buried underneath in the dust.
It was a stool belonging to his parents. Where Mozun had been sitting that night when Wu Xingyun left.
“I’ll be here, waiting for you to come back.”
And this was the result.
Wu Xingyun’s breath caught in his chest, unknown heart pangs attacking him painfully. It hurt. It hurt so much he couldn’t hold anything, could only prop his hands on the dirt. Like a fish on dry land, no matter how much he tried to inhale, oxygen seemed to elude him.
He buried his head deep in the dust. He didn’t know if he was crying or not. It wasn’t important.
The word ‘free’ came to him. He grabbed the gun off his waist and prepared to pull the trigger.
But before he had time to raise his weapon, a familiar cold voice came: “So it turns out, it really is you.”
Utterly taken aback, Wu Xingyun lifted up and turned his head. The dead body had opened its eyes and now stood behind Wu Xingyun.
The man’s complexion glowed faintly cyan, lips still pale, an unstoppable anger and disappointment gathered in the eyes.
Mozun, the Night Shard, who’d experienced the Great Nirvana, many had claimed he was immortal.
Sure enough. How could the Demon be killed so easily?
