This is victory, isn't it? It's a victory!
Even though Aber tried his best to suppress his emotions, he could not help but show a gloomy expression.
In his imagination, he should be surrounded by the people like a hero, enjoying the fruits of victory.
However, that did not happen.
In this damned, continuous, polluted, and slightly sour rain, everyone was gloomy, careful, and silent.
He seemed to have forgotten about his heroic deeds and how he managed to turn the tide and break through the encirclement. He risked his life to capture the leader of the Underground race's team in one fell swoop. In the end, he obtained the right to negotiate and ended the glory of this war.
It must be because of him!
With that in mind, Aber looked up ahead. The slightly skinny figure was not that tall, but he was carrying a dead New Moon Warrior in his arms. There seemed to be a formless aura around him that affected everyone.
Is he sad? Angry? Or sad? In short, his silent posture and calm yet depressed expression made everyone unconsciously cautious and depressed. Even the unceasing rain seemed to echo his sorrow.
"But shouldn't he be dead by now?" Aber removed his mantle in frustration. He did not want to admit that he was also affected by the formless aura. His heart was heavy and depressed as well.
He looked at Andrew angrily, but Andrew ignored him.
Hmph, the son of a peasant woman is really useless! It seems like I'm too proud to let a piece of trash from my family ruin my plans.
Aber's mouth was dry and there was a tinge of bitterness in it.
He was smart and understood that the problematic tactical movement disk should have been assigned to Tang Ling. In other words, the rebounding function of the disk, which was supposed to rebound to a safe spot, had somehow fallen into the hands of an unrelated New Moon Warrior due to some unknown reason.
The only person who could do such a thing was Andrew.
However, Aber never thought that even if Andrew did not do anything, Tang Ling would have removed the tactical movement disk when he escaped.
Both of them were playing chess, and Aber lost to Tang Ling, who was at a disadvantage.
Tang Ling, on the other hand, lost to the human heart.
He hadn't lost to Andrew, but to Aamir.
Amir was lying on Orston's back, his arms and legs hanging limply, swaying irregularly with every step Orston took.
His consciousness was already a little fuzzy, but some of the past events were incomparably clear, clear as if it had happened just yesterday.
A settlement of misery.
Among the five children in the family, he was the youngest and weakest.
No one cared about him, and no one paid attention to him. He never had enough to eat, and he didn't dare to snatch, because if he showed the slightest sign of wanting to eat more, he would always be greeted by his brothers' fists and his sisters' most vicious curses.
He didn't even dare to speak loudly. He always kept his head down. He didn't want to be noticed. He didn't even want to exist.
What is warmth? What is familial love? His life was bleak.
But … in that night of disaster, he somehow managed to survive. In front of the door of despair, he was chosen to enter Safety Sector No. 17 as the one who matched the age requirement.
For the first time, he was thankful for his young age.
That night, he did something. He pushed away his youngest brother and loudly told the warrior beside him, "His age doesn't meet the requirements. He's 16 years old."
Was his brother 16? No, there was still a month left.
However, the Purple Moon Warrior with the strange disk did not expose him. With a mysterious smile, he asked Amir, "You hate him, don't you?"
Amir lowered his head, not daring to admit it, but the Purple Moon Warrior simply tossed his youngest brother out of the group.
"Your talent is outstanding, even though it's just a blurry test." The Purple Moon Warrior tapped the strange disk in his hand and said, "That's why the strong can do whatever they want."
Do whatever they want? Amir never had such thoughts. He just didn't want to be stuck in that heavy shadow no matter where he was. He didn't want to be robbed of his belongings and live in fear. A single wrong word and he would be beaten or scolded.
"Amir, please. I'm begging you, Amir … "It was the first time his brother, his family, showed weakness in front of him. It was the first time he begged him in tears.
However, Amir's heart was not moved. He did not turn around.
Just like his relatives, even his parents, did not care about his existence. He would always be a waste of food.
The rain continued to fall.
Amir lowered his head helplessly, but his blurry gaze was still able to see Tang Ling in front of him. He saw Vian in his arms with her eyes closed.
She never cared about the first time they met, did she? Even until her death, she never cared about it, did she? Or rather, she had forgotten about it.
It was the first exam.
Amir hid in a corner.
He was the only one from the settlement, and the settlement had been destroyed.
Even though he told himself countless times that he was a talented person, Amir still dared not step forward. He dared not get too close to everyone.
The others would hate him.
They would hate him. They would hate his sickly face, his scrawny appearance, his cowardly temperament, and him …
"Are you here for the exam?"
Amir looked up and saw a girl with flaxen hair, big brown eyes, and a little freckle on her face. Her smile was sweet.
What a beautiful girl! Amir had never seen anyone prettier than her in the settlement.
She actually smiled at him, and there was a faint fragrance on her body. Her hands were very clean, and there was not a single stain on her fingernails.
Amir wanted to run away, but he dared not get close to the girl.
"Stand here. I just got here. Can you stand next to me?" She smiled and even tugged at Amir's arm.
To think that she would still touch him.
Amir's arm was emitting a strange heat where Vian pulled it. It intoxicated him and made him dazed.
He was dazed to the point that he did not hear what the girl said beside him.
He lowered his head, forever lowering his head.
Until he saw a pair of white hands, holding a handkerchief, and on the handkerchief were two pieces of bread baked from yellow millet.
The bread seemed to be freshly baked as it was still warm.
"Do you want some? Mommy prepared breakfast for me. I've had a lot for breakfast, so I can't eat anymore. Mommy always says that eating more will give me strength … "
Amir looked up in shock. What he saw was still her smile. Her eyes were squinted, but they were watery, like a deer that had just been born in the forest.
Why would such a beautiful girl share her most precious food with him?
Amir hesitated. He was actually very hungry. No one in the temporary shelter would prepare breakfast for him because no one thought he could enter the First Reserved Camp.
No one thought a person from the settlement could enter the First Reserved Camp.
"Eat." A piece of steaming bread was already in Amir's hands.
What kind of feeling is this? Is this the warmth that I've never felt before?
Amir looked up. That morning, when the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, it was so bright.
Christina's sobs were still intermittent and did not stop.
Her best friend had died just like that. Was it all a dream? Why did Tang Ling put the knife on Amir's neck? Why did Amir … With that thought in mind, Christina could not help but turn around to look at Amir.
Along the way, she could not help but turn back to look at Amir again and again, but Amir did not return her gaze.
Oh my god, please save him!
No matter what he did, please save him first!
However, Tang Ling's eyes hid the suppressed rage as if he did not care about Amir's life anymore.
Christina still remembered what Tang Ling said to Amir when he carried Vian up. "If you still want to make it up to me, try your best to live until you reach the Hope Barrier. Please try your best to live until you reach the Hope Barrier. Live until you can tell the truth. "
What kind of cruel words are those? Why is Tang Ling so cold? Aren't we partners?
Yes, we are partners. We were young and naive, so we were warm to each other. Therefore, it is destined for us to have the heaviest lesson in life.
It might not have been necessary in other eras, but in this era, it was a necessary lesson.
If Tang Ling was in the mood, he would have answered Christina as such, but he was not in the mood.
An icy rage froze his heart, his blood, and his every meridian.
He was sketching, planning, suppressing, waiting … His heart longed for an eternally pure and flawless time, but his hands yearned for slaughter.
"So …" Amir looked at Tang Ling's figure in front of him. His steps were steady as he carried Vian in his arms. Every now and then, he would stuff a strip of vicious beast meat into his mouth.
Was there no need to hide the resources he possessed? When he started acting so presumptuously, he would definitely do something earth-shattering, right?
As for herself, she actually worshipped him, didn't she?
But … Amir's breathing was a little erratic.
He could not forget.
During the first exam, Vian looked at the young man standing beside the giant Leicester silverback bear in the bloody cage with sparkling eyes.
His hand was dripping with blood. He coldly shouted, "Open the door." The people around him all called him a miraculous youth.
And the light of her own victory had long been overshadowed by his radiance.
The second assessment.
Orston pushed him away coldly and told Tang Ling, "Stand here."
He got a five-star Genetic Chain Gene, but the flying dragon captain did not seem to care.
He could not forget that in order to make Tang Ling shine even brighter, the flying dragon captain found a lame excuse to let Tang Ling take the last test.
Tang Ling's results were terrible, but everyone was worried about him.
However, did Tang Ling care? He never seemed to care. He did not care whether people cherished, admired, or valued him.
He always did what he thought he should do. He was presumptuous, shameless, and even arrogant.
However, he was always right.
He would always suppress himself under his radiance at the right time.
Therefore, he could only watch as everyone revolved around him. Actually, it didn't matter. In his heart, he wanted to follow him again and again.
But … Vian! He could not let it go!
Hiding in the dark, he watched as Vian's gaze at Tang Ling grew gentler. He watched as Vian stared at Tang Ling.
It was a bitter feeling.
When Tang Ling came back to life, Amir was overjoyed. He wanted to let go of everything and embrace the warmth of his friendship.
However, he saw Vian running to Tang Ling and hugging him.
It must have been despair at that moment.
If he could surpass Tang Ling and become stronger than him, then … didn't the Purple Moon Warrior say that?
"You can do whatever you want when you're strong."
But where was the hope? Tang Ling was always mysterious and growing stronger day by day.
Until that day, Andrew sent someone to find him.
The shame of betrayal and the desire to be strong and Vian were in a tug-of-war.
In the end, he chose to betray Tang Ling.
Again and again, Amir passed the information about Tang Ling to Andrew and even Aber.
It should be fine if it was just passing information, right? After all, Andrew had given him a lot of resources in private and he had tasted the joy of rapid growth.
He was calculating that he would soon surpass Tang Ling. With that thought in mind, he could no longer turn back.
Therefore, in the end, the tactical movement disk was mentioned.
He had to cooperate.
"Don't worry, Tang Ling won't die. There's a huge problem with his identity, so he'll be captured.
But he's very cunning. A faulty tactical movement disk will increase the chances of us capturing him. "
"Hmm, why don't we just kill him? No, no, no. The Safety Sector is much more complicated than you think. You can't just take anyone away. Tang Ling has protection around him. What about Su Yao? "
Amir was convinced. If Tang Ling was captured, then …
Sometimes, Amir would think of the warmth in the Fierce Dragon Squad. He lied to himself and told himself that he would make it up to Tang Ling when he was stronger.
At least, if it was not because of Vian and not because he had been suppressed for a long time, he would not have done it. He did like Tang Ling.
But why did it end up like this? Why was Vian the one who died? Why was the faulty tactical movement disk given to Vian all of a sudden?
Or! He gave it to her with his own hands!
A teardrop rolled down from the corner of Amir's eye. His breath turned soft and his body started to feel numb.
His memory wanted to stop at that morning, the moment when the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds.
**
"You're right again. The kid really went back to the Hope Barrier." Squatting beside Su Yao, a man was fiddling with the butterfly knife in his hand repeatedly. He looked at the majestic group of soldiers on the battlefield ruins and Tang Ling's figure in front of them. The man sighed helplessly.
"What didn't I guess right? I only knew the kid would do this because I received the report from the battlefield. "Su Yao's expression did not change, but his deep gaze showed a sense of nostalgia.
"Doing this … Hmm …" The man swung his hand quickly and the butterfly knife was perfectly locked together before he sheathed it at his waist.
"At least this proves one thing. He is the son of that madman. If that madman is still alive, what do you think he will do? "Su Yao took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up.
"Yeah, that's what the leader would do. But we used to follow the leader and act like idiots, and now we're going to follow his son? Can't we make the most rational decision at crucial times? Isn't running away the best choice? I'm lazy … I don't want to fight! " The man grumbled and stood up. He said that he did not want to fight, but his fists were clenched so tightly that they were cracking.
"What's a rational decision?" Su Yao spat out a mouthful of smoke and showed a ridiculing smile. "Let the kid mess around. The bigger the better. It's the best way for him to show up. He's here to announce to the world that he's here. Otherwise, do you think the Agnes family can hide his identity this time? "
"I see …" The man also showed a ridiculing smile and said, "It's quite exciting. I really wanted to know, when this brat appeared on stage, would the expressions on some people's faces be very interesting? Hahaha … "
He then looked at Su Yao and said, "Mad Lion, Su Siao, have you been lonely for a long time? Are your fists screaming that you're thirsting for blood? "
"Mad Lion, are you looking forward to his return as well?"
"No, I'm just responsible for welcoming him back. I'm welcoming him back to the path that the madman once walked." Su Yao looked up at the sky. He realized that his memories were really distant because a new cycle had begun.
The world was always growing and growing, and some kindling would burn the prairie again.
**
Clyne's armor was still stained with blood.
A 90-year-old Purple Moon Warrior, an old man who had not fought for many years, had once again proven his glory on the battlefield.
His grandson, Aber, had led the Purple Moon Warriors deep underground while he led the troops to annihilate the Underground race on the surface.
He did not spare a single one of them and killed a total of 70 of them with his own hands.
The people of the Hope Barrier were cheering Clyne's name, but some were laughing coldly in their hearts. They wondered if Aber's name would be the one they were cheering for later.
The Agnes family's vanity was really strong. They got practical benefits and yet they still wanted a grand reputation.
Yang Kong had a mocking smile on his face as he stood coldly in the crowd.
However, when he saw the Purple Moon Warriors coming back from the underground, he started to feel nervous and doubtful.
Why are the members of the Fierce Dragon Squad in front?
Even though Yang Kong wanted to act nonchalant, he could not help but step up to the edge of the Patrol Ground. He grabbed the binoculars from a scout warrior beside him and looked at the returning squad.
The one in front was Tang Ling!
Yang Kong heaved a breath of relief when he saw that Tang Ling was fine, but at the next moment, he realized that Tang Ling was carrying someone in his arms.
It's … It's Vian! Is she dead?
A tinge of sadness rose in Yang Kong's heart. Did this quiet and gentle girl just die in the underground? And Orston? What's he carrying? Is it Amir?
Is Amir still alive? Did he die in the battle?
What was going on?
Yang Kong started to feel uneasy. It was intense because he saw Tang Ling's gaze through the binoculars.
His gaze seemed to contain the flames of destruction and it was frightening.
Yang Kong dared not look anymore. He put the binoculars down helplessly. He realized that his smart brain could not process the situation. What was going to happen next? His heart was at a loss.
**
"Worf, Tang Ling is back!" Zorwen stood beside Worf and looked at the returning squad on the battlefield ruins. He was shocked when he saw Tang Ling in front.
Worf did not reply with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"Damn it! Su Yao didn't take him away? Su Yao didn't do anything? Is he that slow? We took the risk to inform him … "Zorwen did not continue.
Worf suddenly turned around and asked Zorwen a strange question, "Su Yao, do you feel anything?"
"What do I feel?" Zorwen was surprised. What was Worf thinking? Instead of caring about Tang Ling, Zorwen asked about Su Yao.
"A familiar feeling," Worf muttered to himself. Worf muttered to himself before he continued, "Actually, I've had my suspicions since a while ago. If my feeling about Su Yao is correct, then my suspicion is correct as well. "
I'm glad that I'm right, so I've shown Tang Ling my kindness in advance. " Worf seemed to be very proud of what he had done. He slowly took a cigar from his desk and started to trim it meticulously.
"Worf, I don't understand what you're trying to do. Tang Ling is just one of the most important people on the list of Safety Sector No. 17. We're just trying our best to protect him for the sake of another spark, but your performance keeps exceeding my expectations … "Zorwen's face was filled with doubt.
Worf twirled the cigar in his hand and lit it carefully. He then looked at Zorwen. "I think Safety Sector No. 17 is going to be a lot more chaotic than I thought.
Don't you always pay attention to the details? His surname is Tang … "
"Damn it, what's wrong with his surname? There are a lot of people with the surname Tang. His surname is Tang? "Zorwen was stunned.
**
Even though the storm had turned into a drizzle, the Purple Moon Warriors who returned from the underground were still drenched.
The medicine that had been dried underground was once again wet and stuck to one's body, giving one an uncomfortable feeling of stickiness.
Therefore, they felt a little gloomy.
The cheering crowd in the Hope Barrier started to feel uneasy. Did the underground operation fail?
Otherwise, why would there be a quiet and sad kid hugging his comrade's body in the middle of the crowd?
At that moment, Aber suddenly stood up. In an instant, he was standing on top of a pile of boxes. His wound was exposed, and he looked as if he had accomplished his mission. He shouted to everyone, "We won!"
Whoosh! The crowd started to cheer. Aber signaled his two trusted men beside him with his eyes and was ready to tell them about his glorious achievements.
Klein, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, tidied his hair and strode towards Aber in a solemn manner. According to the script, he should go up and hug his hero's grandson. Then, the two of them would receive the reverent gazes and cheers from the crowd.
Only a few people noticed Tang Ling. They saw him quietly walk to the center of the main passage and put Vian's body down.
"I want an explanation," Tang Ling said.
However, his voice was soon drowned by the cheers.
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