"Let's go!" A loud shout was heard, followed by a sharp flash of lightning.
Orderly footsteps could be heard. The sharp edges of the bayonets seemed especially dazzling under the dark clouds.
"Summer is ending." Yang Kong stood in front of the window and looked at the dark clouds. This should be the last thunderstorm, right?
He believed that after a few thunderstorms, the bleak autumn wind would blow and autumn would arrive quietly.
However, autumn was short in Safety Sector No. 17. Once it arrived, the long winter would not be far away.
Pak! The window was closed. When Yang Kong turned around, he saw Fei Long sprawled on the sofa like a cripple. He was not interested in the elite warriors that walked past him on the street.
It had only been a month, but he had lost a lot of weight. His unkempt beard made him look even more dispirited.
"The leader is Arhan," Yang Kong said to Fei Long calmly.
That Arhan? Back then, when the civilians of the settlement were massacred, he was the one who took the initiative to lead the troops. He always grasped the moment to show his loyalty.
After Fei Long heard that, he curled his lips into a sneer. He searched the messy tea table and finally found a half-empty cigarette box. He then took out a twisted cigarette.
Yang Kong walked over and lit Fei Long's cigarette. He asked calmly, "The operation will gradually expand. Are you going to be on duty later?"
Fei Long squinted his eyes and took a puff before he said, "No."
"Interesting. How did you escape your responsibility? You are the captain." Yang Kong was not loud, but his tone was mocking Fei Long.
"Hmph, captain? I'm just a figurehead. For the past month, those who aren't the traitors' minions have been silently marginalized.
Moreover, even if I wasn't just a figurehead, I wouldn't be here today. Do I want my hands to be stained with the blood of those who have taken a stand? No, I can't do it.
That's why I'm sick. I'm very sick, and I can't go on any mission. "Fei Long looked at Yang Kong with a cunning gaze.
"Sick? Not a bad excuse." Yang Kong stood up and sighed helplessly in his heart.
He could not afford to be sick. As the only quasi-scientist in Safety Sector No. 17, he might end up in two different situations in the future.
First, he had to bear more pressure than the wyverns and choose a side.
Second, they would be completely marginalized. The forces behind them would parachute real scientists into Safety Sector No. 17.
However, Yang Kong did not care about his own future anymore. All he knew was that Safety Sector No. 17 would no longer have its own independent will from now on. Maybe from today onwards, it would officially become a subsidiary of a certain faction.
Follow their will and become a puppet force.
Twenty years ago, he was getting further and further away from the glimmer of hope and ideals he had twenty years ago.
Looking up at the sky, dark clouds loomed overhead, as if there was no end to the light.
**
"What do you think you'll keep, Wolf? A safe zone for the puppets and a peaceful life after that? "
"No, no, no. Maybe you'll get more resources and you'll rise to the next level." An exaggerated voice echoed in Worf's office.
The office located deep in the center of the Cliff of Hope was huge. It ran through the entire Cliff of Hope, and if one walked to the end of it on the left, one would be able to see the entire battlefield ruins.
If one walked to the end of it on the right, one would be able to see Safety Sector No. 17.
Worf's not-so-buff figure was standing in front of the large window on the right. Through the window, he could see groups of elite warriors gathered in the square in front of Glory Hall. Each group of elite warriors was led by a Purple Moon Warrior.
The chief commander was wearing a scarlet mantle. He used to be one of the branch leaders, Arhan, but soon, Worf would appoint him as the chief commander.
With that in mind, Worf felt like he was being mocked. He loosened his fists, causing black lines to flow out before vanishing.
He slowly turned around and looked at the person who spoke to him. "Zorwen, is this how you talk to the castellan?"
"Wow, you're the castellan? You still remember your identity? "Zorwen did not care about Worf's reaction and mocked him.
Worf went silent helplessly. He had been through life and death with this old friend of his for almost 40 years.
Of course, he still remembered his identity as the castellan. He could not forget that winter night when the old castellan placed his scrawny hand in his.
"Safety Sector No. 17 is my life's work.
But I shouldn't have given it to my useless son, and I shouldn't have given it to my greedy younger brother.
"Because the biggest reason for its existence is to build a shelter for the people of this wandering era."
Worf, I know there's still a lot of injustice. I know how pitiful the lives of the people in the settlement are.
Worf, I can't do any better, but I hope you can carry on my will and make things better.
Do you know? Carry on until the day when a group of people can finally live and work in Safety Sector No. 17 in peace. They will understand that all the suffering they went through back then was for … for …
For the future generations to be … happier. "
It was many years ago, yet the memories were still vivid in his mind. Even now, Worf remembered the shape of the dancing flames in the fireplace and the wrinkles on the old castellan's face.
Bitterness spread in his heart. He had actually let down the old castellan's hopes. He was not that capable.
All these years, he had been searching for the right path. In order to strengthen himself and become the shelter of Safety Sector No. 17, he had been away for 10 years.
Unfortunately, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. All he could do was …
With that in mind, Worf looked at Zorwen. "I have to do this. I think you understand me. I … "
Worf strode to the office desk in the room. On the wall behind the desk, there was an exquisite sword hanging solemnly.
Under Zorwen's gaze, Worf took the sword and swung it twice. "The castellan's sword is still in my hand. I'm still the castellan. Do you understand?
As long as you can't bring me down, even if I'm just a puppet castellan, my existence is still meaningful. "
Zorwen's expression turned serious. He straightened his body and said, "Castellan, you are going to protect us one last time, am I right?"
"What is the last time? The protection will always be there. As for me, I will never fall. "
"I'd like to see what the faction of Safety Sector No. 17 is going to do with the seed of fire that's been buried in it." Worf's eyes shone with determination.
**
Amidst the familiar music, Aber stood in front of the window with his hands in his pockets.
He loved the music. Listening to it and witnessing the day's operation, Aber suddenly felt like he was the man who stood on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Covered in blood, he looked down like a king and said in a hoarse voice, "Slaughter? No, that has never been in my heart. "
Tens of thousands of people worshipped him.
But
that's
not
the
shape
of
my
Heart. Yes, isn't it?
Aber's eyes became very deep. Today's scene was not his own will.
Who in their hearts would want to become a puppet? Even if he would stand at the top of Safety Sector No. 17 and stand above tens of thousands of people, it was meaningless.
He, Aber Agnes, possessed outstanding talent, courage, and wisdom. He would eventually become his own master.
He would be a true master with his own will, and he would be high above everyone else.
So, did the means matter in the process? Was history important? History was written by the victors.
Of course, if it was before, his life as a puppet would be extremely long.
But what about now? He would stealthily claim an incomparably important credit for himself.
A puppet? No, he should leave it to the Agnes family. He would use this merit to make a request to the Stardust Council, the force behind him.
Then, he would use this opportunity to truly rise to the top.
With that in mind, Aber could not hold back his excitement. He was at the last step.
**
Andrew squinted his eyes as he watched Aber leave. He said to Hank beside him, "I have a feeling that Aber has his own plans and I've become his chess piece."
Hank did not say anything. He was not good at scheming and power schemes. Therefore, he tidied up his military backpack, his uniform, and his weapons. He did not care about what kind of conflict was going on.
In short, there would be a very intense and different battle ahead of him, so he had to be prepared for it.
However, Hank's calmness did not affect Andrew at all. Andrew, who had always been calm and elegant, suddenly became very irritable.
He stood up and kicked away a long saber in front of him. The long saber danced in the air as it spun and pierced into the wall of the cave with a 'shua' sound.
As if this wasn't enough, Andrew walked to the side, took a bottle of the strongest liquor from the wine rack, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and gulped down a third of the liquor.
He used to never drink. No matter what happened, he would always hold himself back, but now, he had no choice.
However, there was nothing he could do now. He could feel his own helplessness. In a situation where the opponent was much stronger than him, it was a kind of frustration that no matter how much wisdom, effort, or calculation he used, it was useless.
He grabbed Andrew with one hand and took the bottle away from his hand.
"What are you angry about? You knew the gap between you and Aber from the start. "Hank was very calm. Shouldn't he have accepted it a long time ago?
However, Hank's words provoked Andrew. He glared at Hank angrily. "Wine! Give me the wine!"
Hank hesitated for a while before he passed the wine to Andrew.
Andrew took another big gulp and said, "I have never refused to accept the truth. But I never thought the truth would be so cruel. "
"Hank, something's wrong with Tang Ling. Tang Ling has a huge problem. Didn't you hear what they said? "
"I heard you. Tang Ling should be a powerhouse. "As Hank spoke, he looked towards the main hall from the cave.
The stone wall in the living room also had the leaderboard of the First Reserved Camp. Hank's name was firmly at the top while Tang Ling's name was still at the bottom.
"Expert? No, no, no. These questions are not important to me at all. " Andrew shook his head and took another big gulp before he said, "More importantly, Tang Ling is a chance."
"Do you understand? There was a big problem with this person, which also meant that he was a big opportunity. However, Aber intercepted the opportunity. Judging from what he said, I won't get the credit anymore … "The more Andrew spoke, the more agitated he became. In the end, he crushed the bottle in his hand and allowed his blood to flow." What's more hateful is that I still have to work for him and help him … "
"How can I accept this?" In the end, Andrew hugged his head dejectedly.
Hank went quiet. He grabbed Andrew's hand and cleaned his wound. A while later, he said, "If you don't want to accept it, why do you have to do what he says?"
Andrew's gaze was empty, but after he heard what Hank said, his gaze slowly regained some vitality.
He suddenly smiled and grabbed Hank's hand tightly. He said with clenched teeth, "That's right. Why didn't I think of it? All I have to do is play a little trick, and things will go completely the opposite way. Aber's plan will fail. "
"Hank, you are the one with great wisdom. I'm not as smart as you." Andrew laughed maniacally.
Hank shook his head. He still did not understand what Andrew was trying to do.
However, since the storm had already appeared, what kind of tremors would it cause in the end?
**
Su Yao panted heavily. The high-speed escape almost made his heart unable to withstand the intense beating.
He had a huge secret on him.
Now, he had to stay away.
However, would Tang Ling be in danger? Judging from the secret intel, he was not being watched, so he was safe for the time being.
Su Yao stopped running. He should be safe since he was already there.
Su Yao wiped the sweat off his forehead and released his tightly clenched hand. There was a piece of goatskin paper with a single line of words written on it. 'Cleansing begins. Run. Who are you? '
Su Yao could not help but smile bitterly when he saw the two meanings in her words. He sat down and waited for his breath to calm down before he slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up.
As the thick smoke dispersed, Su Yao started to talk to himself.
"How long has it been? 22 years? Or is it 23 years? "
I guess the people in this place have forgotten about me.
Hmph, I almost forgot about myself too. "
As he spoke, Su Yao frowned and took something out from his pocket. It was a metal box. Maybe because it had been here for a long time, the metal box was rusty.
Su Yao caressed the surface of the metal box lovingly with a nostalgic gaze.
It was as if he could see the sunshine from thirty years ago again. He saw that sloppy guy, wearing patched clothes, squatting on top of a pile of firewood, holding a blade of grass in his mouth, looking at him. "Hey, did you see that? My shirt is made of real cloth. Do you want to touch it? The texture of the cloth. "
"Hmph, you idiot." Su Yao laughed and opened the metal box with his big hand.
"Why are you so stupid? If you can't beat them, run! Why are you fighting them? Let me see. There's blood on your head. " As he spoke, he tore off his precious cloth and carelessly wiped the blood off his head, as well as the bloodstains on his body.
Run? Who didn't know how to run? The problem was that he couldn't run away.
That idiot didn't run in the end and turned around to fight with him and the group of village tyrants.
In fact, sometimes, why would a person have so many people following him? Was it because he was strong? Was it because he had an amazing family background? Or was it because of some other favorable conditions?
None of them.
At least, Su Yao knew that the moment he turned around and stood in front of him without hesitation, the moment he tore off his precious cloth, wiped the blood off his face, and bandaged his wounds for him was the moment Tang Ling turned around and stood in front of him without hesitation.
Some people followed him without any regrets and gave their lives to him because that person was like an idiot.
"Hmph." Su Yao smiled and took out a vial of liquid from the iron box. Even in the dimly lit room, the liquid was glowing brightly, making it hard for people to look away.
Other than that, there was also a transparent object that was carved out of a superior grade crystal in Su Yao's hand.
The shape of the carving was a dog's head that didn't look too good.
Perhaps only an idiot would come up with such a 'creative' logo that lacked power.
"What do you know? This is my dog when I was young. I picked it up in the forest. You don't understand its loyalty, the kind of loyalty that makes protecting me its life's will.
My responsibility is to protect this era and our planet. Hey, look at this. What a cute dog's head. " "Dog's head …" Su Yao's fingers caressed the dog's head repeatedly before he held it tightly.
The past was like smoke, floating in the air like a dream. He could not grasp it, but he could not disperse it either.
The past was like smoke, floating in his mind like a dream. He couldn't grasp it, but he couldn't disperse it either.
The past was like smoke, floating in the air like a dream. He could not grasp it, but he could not disperse it either.
The silly dog's head used to shine in this world.
However, it was fine. Veins popped up on Su Yao's hand, and the transparent crystal dog's head started to crack before it slowly crumbled.
The dog's head had returned.
Then, a kid named Tang Ling finally showed up.
Su Yao hoped that he was not an idiot because that idiot failed in the end. The era should belong to the cold-blooded, smart, and powerful people, right?
However, he should be an idiot as well, right? There was no proof now, but would there be proof in the future? After all, the blood of that idiot flowed in his body.
**
Squads of elite warriors rampaged through the entire Safety Sector No. 17, from the inner city to the outer city.
At this moment, the thread of identity mysteriously disappeared.
Whether one was a noble or a civilian, the moment one was taken away, one would become a prisoner.
Most of them were on death row.
"Lord Arhan, is Lord Merlin going to be shackled like a death row prisoner?" An elite warrior looked at Arhan anxiously.
Arhan was holding a handkerchief in his hand. He seemed to be disgusted by the filthy smell of the marketplace. He covered his nose and stared at the warrior with a pair of gloomy eyes. "Do you sympathize with him?"
"No, I'm not. I'm just …" The elite warrior wanted to explain, but he could not find the words to deny it.
Lord Merlin was loved and respected by the people. He was one of the few nobles who did not look down on civilians. Instead, he would come to the outer city from time to time and bring food and other things to the poorest and most chaotic places in the outer city.
He even purposely nurtured and educated the children who were born in the poor and chaotic places. He was a kind person.
"Cuff this guy up too. I suspect he's also a traitor," Arhan said simply.
The young elite warrior was shackled with the gray shackles of a death row prisoner.
His body started to tremble and his face turned gloomy. He was in disbelief, but when he saw Lord Merlin's calm eyes, he somehow felt comforted in this desperate moment.
"Let's go. If we don't clean this place thoroughly, we won't know how many filthy fleas there are in this city." Arhan seemed to be complaining about how tired he was.
He then added, "I believe Glory Square will be very busy in three days. A large number of death row prisoners will be beheaded. Will it cause an epidemic? In this day and age, viruses are also very powerful. "
Arhan's words made the long row of death row prisoners in the team look even gloomier. However, Arhan suddenly added, "If there's any valuable information, perhaps so many people won't have to die."
As he spoke, he purposely took a glance at Merlin.
Merlin was an old man with white hair, but he was still calm and elegant. His blue eyes were showing a sense of kindness.
When his eyes met Arhan's, his body shivered for a moment but he quickly calmed down.
Arhan was delighted. This stubborn old man is scared, isn't he? If he could get all sorts of valuable information from the interrogation, his future would be extremely bright.
Even though it was certain that he would become the captain of the Purple Moon Empire, what if he could go one step further? Maybe he could become the deputy speaker? Arhan started to daydream.
He did not know that Merlin's slight shiver was not because of Arhan's threatening gaze, but because the pendant of the necklace hanging in front of Merlin's neck shook and cracked.
**
The legendary smithy.
The owner of the smithy was not tall, but he was unusually strong. He did not seem to feel anything about the sudden purge of Safety Sector No. 17.
He and his apprentice were still forging a batch of hoes. No matter what happened, the most basic tools would always be needed by the Safety Sector, so the owner's business would not be affected.
Clanking sounds echoed in the smithy as usual, but the owner was forging a sword in the inner room.
Perhaps he was using too much force, but one of the obsidian-like beads that he treasured all the time suddenly cracked.
The boss stopped forging, narrowed his eyes, and stroked the bead. Then, he suddenly strode out of the room.
"Guys, it doesn't seem too peaceful today. Put down your work and take a break. I'm going to close for two days. "
Mysterious Garden Restaurant.
It was a high-class restaurant that was quite popular among the nobles in the inner city. There were several exquisite specialties on offer, and if one did not book in advance, one would not be able to eat them.
The grand purge had begun, but most of the nobles chose to stay out of it.
However, most of the nobles chose to stay out of the mess, so the Mysterious Garden Restaurant's business might be slightly affected, but it was not a big deal.
Many nobles who had ordered the specialties were waiting patiently in the lobby. When the private room of the Mysterious Garden Restaurant was opened, they would be able to taste the few intoxicating dishes.
However, the owner of the restaurant appeared at that moment.
He really looked like a noble. His blonde hair was always neatly combed behind his ears and not a single strand of hair was out of place.
His beard was also well groomed. It was thick and purposely trimmed into the shape of an '8', which made him look very elegant.
"My apologies, my dear lords. There's a special operation in the sector today, so in order to cooperate with the operation, the restaurant has decided to close at the last minute.
Of course, in order to show our sincerity, the Mysterious Garden Restaurant will compensate you with double the price. After all, your time is precious. "
After saying these two sentences, the boss showed an apologetic smile and turned to leave.
Of course, his polite words and gentlemanly gesture were forgiven by everyone, even though there was a little regret.
Regret? The owner did not care about all that. He was holding his favorite handle in his hand, which seemed to be carved out of jade.
If one were to pay attention, the handle in his hand seemed to have cracks all over it.
In a remote bar in the outer city.
The bar did not have much business during normal times, and after the big purge that day, the business was even slimmer.
The owner was a strange man. It was Tang Ling's comment on the owner after visiting him twice.
The owner was indeed a strange man. He never cared about his own business, nor did he care about the chaos on the streets.
The warriors who chased him down, all kinds of cries, people who resisted arrest, and civilians who were beaten up but could not help but whisper among themselves.
He made himself a glass of sweet leaf wine. It was the specialty of Safety Sector No. 17. Other than those who frequented the little bar, no one would know that only the owner of the bar could make the most authentic sweet leaf wine in the entire safety sector.
After taking a sip of the wine, the owner was wiping a strange object in his hand repeatedly. It looked like a sword, but at the top of the slightly circular blade, there was a hole that looked like the muzzle of a gun.
If someone saw the object, they would exclaim in shock, "What the f * ck is that thing?"
It had been a long time and people were forgetful, so the number of people who could remember the name of the object — Snake Strike.
The owner was a little absent-minded as he wiped the object. He stared at the old clock hanging on the wine cabinet. The old clock that sometimes missed its time was actually a little special because at the 12 o 'clock spot, there was not the number 12, which represented the time, but a sizable red gemstone.
Although the color was not that great, it was still a gemstone, was it not?
However, why did the gemstone crack without a sound?
"It's time." The strange boss suddenly stopped wiping the floor and stood up. The instant he stood up, an astonishing aura burst forth from his seemingly lazy and stooped body.
The same scene was quietly playing out in every corner of Safety Sector No. 17.
Some of them were minor nobles, some were gangsters from poor and chaotic corners, some were the proprietors of an inconspicuous laundry, and some were even brothels leading a bunch of helpless women. All of them chose to stop what they were doing and wait.
There were all kinds of broken objects, but when countless pairs of hands moved the broken objects in secret places, a hilarious dog's head would be revealed.
Just like what Worf said, he wanted to know what would happen to Safety Sector No. 17, the safety sector where the seed of fire was buried, after the drastic change.
**
Wuu, Wuu, Wuu …
The Hope Barrier let out a long, tremulous hum.
This was the sound of the Level 1 Combat Readiness.
At that very moment, be it the warriors who were still fighting on the battlefield, the warriors who were busy in the farms, the ones who were out on missions, or those who were resting, everyone reacted to the call.
They immediately returned to the Hope Barrier because an astonishing battle was about to begin!
What was going on? Everyone started to feel uneasy. The Level 1 War Alert was just a symbolic sound. No one thought it would really ring because the meaning behind it was very different.
Not only would everyone in the Hope Barrier hear it, but everyone in the entire Safety Sector No. 17 would also hear it.
"What's going on?" As expected, everyone in Safety Sector No. 17, be it the inner city or the outer city, started to feel uneasy. The long hum seemed to have a special contagious power that struck fear in everyone.
"What's going on?" Yang Kong also heard the long hum.
"It's starting." Fei Kong straightened his body.
"It's starting." Worf squinted his deep eyes. Zorwen ran to the side where he could see the battlefield ruins. He clenched his fists and said, "That … That despicable method? It really suits their ideology. "
"It's starting." Aber was intoxicated by the music in the bar. He even started to dance around.
"It's starting," said the strange owner of the bar.
"It's starting."
"It's starting."
....
Since it had already begun, all they had to do was wait for everything to happen and for the result to appear.
"Damn it! What's going on? Tang Ling, did I hear it wrong? The Level 1 War Alert? "Orston suddenly opened his eyes. The first thing that popped up in his mind was Tang Ling.
Tang Ling also opened his eyes. Did I hear it wrong? Was this the sound of a level one combat alert?
Following the long cry, a burning anxiety instantly spread throughout Tang Ling's body like a raging fire.
It was not a sense of danger. Did it mean that he could not avoid it? Tang Ling was not sure what the anxiety represented.
"Let's go back to the Hope Barrier." Tang Ling stood up and extinguished the fire with a few steps.
"What about these …" He would have to tidy up his loot from the forest, would he?
"Forget it." Tang Ling looked at the Hope Barrier. With a single glance, the anxiety seemed to materialize into a burning sensation. His body started to heat up and sweat started to form on his forehead.
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