A shockwave!
The shockwave was similar to the shockwave produced when a cannonball exploded.
What is this? This is Tang Ling's power!
Arhan's mind was completely blank, with only countless fragmented thoughts rolling around in his mind.
What level is his strength? Has he reached the lowest standard of a Rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior, 1HT (a measurement unit in the Purple Moon Era)? Without a doubt, only a strength of 1HT and above could form a shockwave!
Yes, a shockwave! Only a full set of standard armor forged from grade C alloy could form such a shockwave …
The settlement, the blood debt of the settlement … Arhan widened his eyes.
However, in that split second, Tang Ling's fist that came into contact with Arhan suddenly opened his palm and grabbed Arhan's fist.
"Do you remember now?" Tang Ling looked at Arhan coldly.
What could Arhan remember? He could not remember who was in the black crowd during that night of thunder and lightning.
He started to struggle with all his might. He was still wondering why Tang Ling had the speed and strength of a Rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior.
However, was there any use in struggling?
Tang Ling pulled Arhan in front of him and their faces were less than 10 centimeters apart.
Tang Ling's cold eyes stared straight into Arhan's terrified eyes and grinned.
"No!" Arhan screamed as he felt a life-and-death crisis looming over him.
However, right after his voice subsided, his body was lifted up high and smashed into the ground with a loud bang.
The alleyway that had been around for a few decades had a dozen small cracks on the ground that was paved with a kind of hard rock called igneous rock.
Pfft! Arhan spat out a mouthful of blood. The tremendous impact caused his organs to suffer a tremendous impact. Judging from his appearance, he was not hurt at all under the protection of the standard armor.
"Wasn't it fun enough?" Tang Ling stepped on Arhan's head and squatted down.
Arhan could not answer. His head was dizzy and he hated himself for his mediocre talent.
In the past decade, he had relied on all kinds of tricks to gain personal benefits and had taken over a lot of resources.
Unfortunately, his improvement was limited and he did not even awaken a single talent.
Without talents or combat abilities, a Purple Moon Warrior was nothing but a superhuman whose basic stats were much higher than a commoner's! How special was that?!
Tang Ling had suddenly transformed into a monster whose basic stats were on par with a rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior. Arhan was utterly crushed.
What was the use of hating him now? Tang Ling lifted him up by the neck.
"Let me ask you, is it not satisfying enough?" Tang Ling's eyes were overflowing with hatred. As he spoke, he grabbed Arhan and jumped up high. Bang! Arhan was slammed to the ground.
Boom! More than a dozen cracks appeared on the ground, and Arhan was smashed into the ground by at least a meter.
The immense pain told him that this time, some of his bones were broken.
Unfortunately, he did not get the chance to catch his breath. Tang Ling walked over coldly with a black flame burning behind him. He grabbed Arhan's leg and dragged him out.
"Just don't open the door. You guys are guarding the door, how can an ordinary person rush in? "
Arhan's body was lifted into the air again.
"So, why did you give the order to 'kill'? Why? "
Bang! Arhan was once again smashed into the ground.
His seven orifices started to bleed, and his mind was in a mess. Why did I give the order to kill? That's right, why?
"Grandma, my sister." Tang Ling clenched his teeth.
Bang!
"Uncle Zhang."
Bang!
"Little Ye."
Bang!
"Elmer."
Bang!
....
...
Tang Ling was in a frenzy as he grabbed Arhan like he was a ragged sack. Every time he called a name, he would smash Arhan to the ground.
He could have ended the battle in a simpler way, but how could he vent the anger in his heart?!
This era was cruel, and the settlement was not a good place to be. Everyone was struggling to survive and could even give up their dignity for a mouthful of food.
But even so, could humanity and warmth be completely annihilated?
It was natural for the darkness to be oppressive, so the tiniest bit of humanity that was born in such an environment was even more precious! It was even more unforgettable!
Who gave Arhan the authority to destroy all of this? To kill these people who were still warm in the face of hardship?
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Tang Ling was filled with hatred and rage!
"Little Ling, from today onwards, why don't you learn how to hunt with me? That way, your grandma and sister won't have to starve. "Uncle Zhang did not think it was a great decision.
"Tang Ling, my mom asked me to give this nutrition bar to you. Look at your San San, she's crying at the door. "Elmer placed a nutrition bar in Tang Ling's hand.
"Tang Ling, your grandma was beaten up by the other tribe when she was scavenging, so I carried her back."
"This … This is my spoils today. I'll share some with your grandma."
Tang Ling panted heavily as he grabbed Arhan, who was almost smashed to a pulp.
As expected of a Purple Moon Warrior. Even with such an attack, Arhan was not dead and was still breathing.
Even though he was bleeding from his seven orifices, even though the standard armor that he was so proud of was now useless and deformed into a pile of scrap metal, and some sharp edges had pierced into Arhan's body, he was still alive.
Yes, how could he die just like that?
Tang Ling lifted him up and snapped his knees, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
He pulled the military canteen from Arhan and poured the water out, splashing it all over Arhan's face.
Arhan finally felt a sense of clarity. Is this the end of the nightmarish torture? Is he going to kill me now?
Maybe because he was in too much pain, Arhan was not afraid of death anymore. His heart was numb.
"Do you want to live?" Tang Ling stood in front of Arhan and looked down at him as he asked the question.
What?! Arhan had lost all hope. He was not an idiot. He knew what Tang Ling was trying to say. So he was someone from the settlement.
Can I live? Arhan doubted it, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, who would not want to grasp it?
He was severely injured, but if he used all his wealth to exchange for some cell recovery serum, he could at least recover a little.
As long as he recovered, he would leave Safety Sector No. 17 as soon as possible.
Arhan started to weave his future plans. He was very agitated and used the last of his strength to say to Tang Ling, "Yes, yes, I want to live. I'm guilty and I want to atone for my sins. I want to live. "
"Very well. Now, I need you to use your most sincere heart to recite a prayer to the people of the settlement. Tell them your repentance and tell them that you're willing to atone for your sins," Tang Ling said slowly.
It was an ancient legend that his grandmother had told him about.
She told him that in ancient Huaxia, those who died in vain would be tortured by resentment. They would linger in the land of death, unwilling to leave and unable to find a way to be reborn.
Even if they killed their enemies, their resentment would not be resolved.
What they needed was the most sincere repentance from their enemies and the most willing atonement for their sins.
That way, they would no longer be tortured by resentment. They would be able to put down their sufferings with a smile and find a new life in the vast universe.
Is it real? It might just be a legend, but when he thought about the people who died in vain, Tang Ling wanted to hold this ancient ritual for them.
"I, Arhan Ebon Raman, repent sincerely tonight. I offer my deepest and truest remorse to the people of the settlement who died under my blades.
My sins are unforgivable. My coldness is not worthy of being a human. My heart was robbed by the devil, so I muddled my decision to kill.
"I …"
Arhan was extremely sincere at that moment. He really regretted his decision to kill the people of the settlement!
The root of the problem was the Agnes family. That day, the order he received was to stop the people of the settlement from entering Safety Sector No. 17.
Even under those circumstances, as long as he was not allowed to enter and did not offer protection, the people of the settlement would be wiped out.
However, the order to kill was indeed his own decision. He was angry that the lowly people of the settlement dared to organize themselves and attack the troops, trying to break into Safety Sector No. 17.
Could they succeed? Obviously not. They did not understand the Purple Moon Warriors at all.
However, Arhan preferred to solve problems in the simplest way. The lowly people should be killed as a warning to the others instead of chasing them away.
Therefore …
If he knew this would happen, he would not have done what he did back then. Was this the price he had to pay?
With that in mind, Arhan could not hold back his tears.
"I-I'm willing … I'm willing to use the rest of my life to atone for my sins." Choked with sobs and snot, Arhan uttered his last words.
Tang Ling held the sword in his hand and said, "Unfortunately, you don't have the rest of your life. You have to atone for your sins now."
"What did you say? Didn't you say … "Arhan panicked. He was just waiting for his death numbly, so it was not painful.
What was painful was that there was a glimmer of hope. His desire to live was ignited, but in the end …
The sword flashed and drew a silver arc in the night wind, similar to the arc that the Purple Moon Warrior's sword had drawn that night.
Arhan's head flew up high, and the blood that splashed out was similar to the blood of the people of the settlement that night.
Tang Ling could not figure out what karma entanglement was. All he knew was that the blood debt that Arhan owed must be paid with blood.
Of course, it was just a small part of it. The sinful Agnes family had to be buried together with them. None of them were innocent.
Why? Even Andrew, who had a lowly bloodline, knew about the conspiracy, so how could the so-called nobles of the Agnes family not know?
If they did not know, why would Lionel target him from the start?!
Therefore, they could only wait and see.
A small part of the revenge had been taken.
However, somehow, Tang Ling's figure in the night wind felt a little desolate.
Sorin, who was less than 50 meters away from Tang Ling, felt a little sour in his nose.
They had only known each other for a short while, but the more time they spent together, the more familiar Sorin felt from Tang Ling.
It was an inexplicable aura, just like the great leader. His smile could lift everyone's spirits, his sadness could sink everyone's spirits, and even if he tried to cover it up, the loneliness that he revealed would make everyone's heart ache, just like Tang Ling at the moment!
As a matter of fact, the rest of the Dragon Army had arrived a while ago. They quietly watched Tang Ling complete his first round of revenge.
They watched Tang Ling kill his enemy with his own hands and the desolate look on his face as he stood in the night wind.
Fortunately, Tang Ling only paused for a second before he continued forward with his sword in hand.
The black-mantled men caught up. Sorin suddenly turned to Ah Bing and asked, "Did the young lord think of something just now? Didn't he take revenge? "
"He might be thinking that death can't bring him back to life," Ah Bing said with a cigarette in his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Sorin did not understand Ah Bing's pretentious words.
However, Ah Bing did not need to explain.
The footsteps continued to flow towards the Agnes family's mansion like a tidal wave.
Countless people hid behind the curtains and watched the drama unfold. What kind of feeling did they have in their hearts?
A bloody purge was carried out in the day, and now, an intense revenge was welcomed at night. What kind of tomorrow would the turmoil bring to Safety Sector No. 17?
Thud, thud. It was at that moment that a group of neat footsteps sounded as if they were responding to the scattered footsteps of the Dragon Army.
The dim yellow streetlights looked a little erratic. The night wind blew the dusk over, making the Purple Moon even more obscure.
The night grew darker.
It was so dark that it felt like they could not wait for the light of the next day. The cold and lonely atmosphere made one's heart feel desolate and insecure.
"Aaaaargh!" A woman screamed.
"Aaaaargh!" A man could not help but scream in a heavy voice.
It wasn't just one or two people who were peeking at the scene that made such a sound. Everyone who saw a certain scene made such a sound of fear.
Pale skin, withered muscles, grayish-white eyes, and lifeless hair stuck to their scalps like a layer of dried grass.
Were they zombies? No! They were not rotten, but they reeked of the aura of death. They were not as ragged as the zombies. Instead, they were dressed in the neatest battle uniform with fully equipped weapons.
They looked like an army from hell.
Indeed, when such a scene appeared in the darkness of the night, perhaps only the most determined and thick-skinned person would be able to hold back from crying out in alarm.
However, the Dragon Army did not!
Sorin even chuckled. He raised his hammer and shouted, "Brothers, our final battle is about to begin. Get ready! If we win, we'll be done for the night. Then, we'll wait for the young lord's return. "
"Good!" The disorganized team actually responded in unison.
Ah Bing glanced at Sorin and told Tang Ling, "Charge!"
Pak! The army that looked like they came from hell stopped. While everyone was talking, the first row of the Hell Army knelt down, raised their rifles, and aimed at the Dragon Army.
The second row squatted down, the third row slightly squatted down, and the fourth row stood straight. Their movements were in perfect unison, and all 150 black muzzles were pointed at the enemies.
"Come on!" Sorin shouted as he took out all the firearms that he had seized previously.
Ah Bing moved, Tang Ling moved, and three more figures dashed out from the group behind him!
Their speed was astonishing. They were like a gust of wind as they lightly flew towards the Hell Army and flew over them.
At the same time, a gunshot rang out!
Abing didn't turn around. He only heard the screams. The gunshots became more intense in less than two seconds.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullets seemed to be no longer a precious resource, instead, they poured out violently.
The two sides immediately began to bombard each other!
Who would win? I don't know! It was clear that the group of half-zombies had the absolute advantage from the start.
Bullets wouldn't reduce their combat power at all, but what about the Dragon Army?
Abing furrowed his brows in pain.
However, this was how they fought. They had to fight like this! They had to step over the corpses of their comrades to charge into the half-zombies' ranks, only then would they have a glimmer of hope of victory.
But would it be easy?
Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of explosions rang out. It was the sound of grenades being thrown.
Ah Bing did not want to think about how terrible it would be. He only knew that if the half-zombies' grenades were not used up, they would not be able to break through this layer of firepower. How much sacrifice would that require?
"What are they?" Tang Ling suddenly asked Ah Bing as he sprinted.
"Half-zombies. Man-made zombies that still retain their battle consciousness and obey orders. They're one of the trump cards of Safety Sector No. 17, "Ah Bing answered briefly.
Tang Ling pressed his lips together and tightened his grip on his sword. He asked another question, "Why do they exist?"
"They're supposed to protect Safety Sector No. 17 during the most critical moment."
"Damn the Agnes family." Tang Ling's heart felt heavy. He still had no idea about his relationship with the Dragon Army, and he was too lazy to speculate. However, the Dragon Army had paved the way for him without any hesitation and sacrificed their lives for him, so he had to acknowledge their kindness.
Therefore, his rage towards the Agnes family deepened.
He could not afford to waste any more time. An eye for an eye. As long as he destroyed the Agnes family, everything would end.
However, a lone figure blocked the path in front of him.
It was the familiar purple standard armor and the familiar 1.5 meter standard sword, but when the black mantle fluttered, the skull pattern on it was unusually obvious.
It was not a normal Purple Moon Warrior. Under the dim light, his skin glowed faintly like a crystal.
"Leave it to me this time." Behind Tang Ling, a figure sped up and dashed forward.
He pulled down the hood of his mantle and revealed his face. He had golden hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. He used to be the owner of the most popular restaurant in the area.
Therefore, it would not be a waste to die here, would it?
He drew his twin swords from his waist and formed a cross. Swoosh! The swords formed a cross and slashed at the strange Purple Moon Warrior.
The strange Purple Moon Warrior did not even react to the attack. He pulled out his standard-issued sword and blocked the double swords.
"Keep going. Don't look back," Ah Bing said. Said Ah Bing before he dragged Tang Ling away from the battle between the two of them.
Less than 200 meters away, another strange Purple Moon Warrior stood in front of the path.
Silently, as if it was a silent rule, another figure followed Tang Ling and Ah Bing and joined the battle.
One by one, one by one.
Less than 500 meters away, three strange Purple Moon Warriors appeared. The people who followed Ah Bing and Tang Ling were gone as they joined the battle without hesitation.
"You'll have to walk on your own for the rest of the journey."
Ah Bing looked up with a lonely expression. The Agnes family's mansion was not far away. How much further? A hundred meters? Two hundred meters?
Ah Bing did not have Precise Instinct, so he could not estimate the distance, but he regretted not being able to accompany Tang Ling to the end.
Another Purple Moon Warrior zombie appeared in front of them. The mantle had three skulls embroidered on it, which meant that it was a general level Purple Moon Warrior zombie. Its combat power must have exceeded rank 3 when it was alive.
There were Purple Moon Warriors above rank 3 in Safety Sector No. 17? They were rare, weren't they?
No wonder it could not die. Even if it meant dying, it had to stay and fight.
Ah Bing drew his butterfly knife. It spun rapidly and started to change shape. When he dashed in front of the Purple Moon Warrior, the butterfly knife formed a shield.
With a loud bang, the black saber smashed against the shield.
It was not a standard-issued longsword but an exclusive weapon. Based on the fact that even a Purple Moon Warrior zombie could fight above its rank, Ah Bing knew this was going to be a tough fight.
Nevertheless, he looked at Tang Ling and said, "Keep going!"
What a pity. Su Siao must be waiting for them at the end, but I can't accompany Tang Ling to the end and see if Su Siao has recovered to his peak.
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