I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon-Chapter 289 - Messenger of Peace

It was 10:30 pm.

The weather started to get colder.

Ling Pingan stopped working. He walked to the door and closed it.

The temperature that night was probably not even 10 degrees.

The night breeze blew, and his body felt a little cold.

Fortunately, his bookstore was warm in winter and cool in summer.

So he immediately warmed up after closing the door.

It was still early!

Ling Pingan thought that he might have some business at night, so he walked to the counter and continued to sit down.

He turned on the television at the same time.

There was a special program about the war in Tianzhu on television.

A few experts were discussing it one after another.

Pictures were playing in the background one after another.

There were shattered cars, exploding tanks, and the wreckage of airplanes.

Everything showed that the scale of this conflict was bigger than any previous one!

Ling Pingan looked at it, took out his phone, and looked at his WeChat read.

“Hiss…” he gasped.

One day!

In less than one day.

South Tianzhu and North Tianzhu each announced that they had destroyed hundreds of the enemy’s tanks, dozens of cannons, and several fighter jets.

They had confirmed that they had killed thousands of people from each side!

Ling Pingan shrunk his neck and said, “War is so scary!”

He had heard of wars and conflicts ever since he was born. Usually, both sides would fight for half a month, and they would see that they had lost many soldiers when they looked back.

It was rare to see such a war where thousands of soldiers were killed and a large number of tanks and armored vehicles were destroyed in one day!

“Is this the terror of modern warfare?” Ling Pingan looked at the uploaded pictures and videos on WeChat read.

He looked at the soldiers who were killed one by one.

They were all young!

The intense conflict had already caused the two countries to announce a general mobilization.

It would be difficult for them not to fight for a year or so that time from all the circumstances.

Ling Pingan looked at them and shook his head.

“Peace… why is it so difficult?”

The education he had received had always told him.

The weapon of war was a weapon that saints use when only they had no choice.

Ling Pingan started to feel happy for himself as he looked at the pictures.

He was happy that he lived in the most powerful country on this planet. He was happy that his country had always been cautious and careful in using its strength.

The Federal Empire had not taken the initiative to start a war for two hundred years regardless of which faction was in power.

That was easy to understand.

The people of the Federal hated war.

After all, the people of the Federal had opposed all unjust wars since ancient times!

Benevolence and righteousness were the basic morals and ethics that had dominated this country since ancient times!

The reason the hundred-year war could last for a hundred years was that the righteousness was in them, and the benevolence and righteousness were in them.

The Federal Empire had not taken the initiative to go to war with the outside world for 200 years after the Hundred Year War.

As a result, as long as the foreign countries did not openly attack the federal territory.

The cabinet would pretend not to see it.

The biggest punishment would be economic sanctions and embargoes.

Starting a war was never an option.

Because the cabinet could not persuade the federal people to send their young people to the battlefield.

Why?

What was the reason?

What?

For the benefit of XXX?

Go to hell!

And the traditional introverted culture also made the Federal Empire have no conflict with the foreign countries.

Raw materials?

Why did they do this kind of thing?

The Federal was vast and had everything.

Why did they need to let their people bleed because of some foreign crook?

Wasn’t it better to spend money?

Product dumping?

Wasn’t the empire with a population of two billion-plus one billion people in the world enough?

Most of the connections between the federal empire and the foreign countries were aid, humanitarian aid, and post-disaster reconstruction.

It had been like that for thousands of years.

The federal empire would rather stay at home as long as others did not disturb them.

They ate, slept, and played games obediently just like Ling Pingan.

They were not motivated or willing to fight others.

In fact, the Datong Party even called every day for everyone to stop fighting and develop together… They would aim at mountains and rivers and talk about building a tunnel there. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to build a bridge and a hydropower station over there?

Unfortunately…

Few people were willing to listen.

Those who were willing to listen were already within the scope of the country.

For example, Malin was far away in Kunlun state.

However, the place had already been a vassal of the previous dynasty a few hundred years ago.

Ling Pingan felt a little frustrated as he read WeChat read and thought about history.

“I hope that the Federal Empire can mediate it as soon as possible…” Ling Pingan closed his phone and said, “It’s better not to fight…”

“So many people have died…”

He thought back to those young warriors who had died.

They were about the same age as Ling Pingan.

Many of them were younger.

However, they had died just like that. They had died for no reason.

That made Ling Pingan find it hard to accept.

After all, it was understandable if one said that they wanted to resist the invasion, protect the dignity of the country, protect the territorial integrity, and protect the country.

But…

From the news, both sides were putting on a war for something meaningless.

It was purely the two countries’ upper-class acting stupidly from Ling Pingan’s point of view, inciting the populace to start a war.

That was meaningless!

Using the blood of innocent young people to add bricks to his power.

Ling Pingan felt annoyed upon looking at the pictures on the television, so he picked up the remote control and turned off the television.

Meow!

The kitten stood up and walked to its master, rubbing the back of Ling Pingan’s hand.

Ling Pingan looked at it and touched the little guy. “Little one, you hate war too, right?”

Meow!

Ling Pingan stroked its head and was happy. Then, he sighed in sadness.

He had not much authority.

But he sincerely hoped for peace!

… … … ..

Amir got up from the bed.

He sat up, and lines of golden words began to appear on his retina.

“Nightmare Reality Mission…”

“Stop the war!”

“Description: The Blood of the chaotic human world has flowed enough… Although the realm doesn’t care about the mortals killing each other, the chaos has brought about some unpredictable things…”

“Mission Objective: Try your best to prevent the war between North Tianlan and South Tianlan…”

“Mission Reward: Badge of Peace! ”

“Badge of Peace’s Usage: Immediately prevents you from being harmed by any Nightmare Game participants in the next Nightmare World. At the same time, it also prevents you from harming any other Nightmare Game participants! ”

“Remark: You only need to participate and complete the most basic mission requirements to obtain this badge!”

Aamir’s pupils suddenly dilated.

Badge of Peace?

That was a treasure, it might even save his life!

He bit his lip, picked up his phone, and dialed the number of a member of Parliament that he controlled.

“Think of a way to stop the war…” he gave the order.

A transcendent being in a high position like him was the king in that land!

And countless calls were made from the hands of the transcendents at the same time.

War was raging in the frontline.

The phones were ringing behind all the war.