Dark Moon Era Chapter 102: Purple Light

No one knew what Tang Ling had in his mind at the moment.

Of course, even if he were to say out loud, it would sound like a bad joke. Reading the mind of the vicious beast? What nonsense was that?

Tang Ling's thoughts were always spread out and never lay within the box, which was something he could not control.

For instance, at this very second, he had lost the interest to figure out why his Precise Instinct deviated from its common practice. He also did not want to know how he could read the mind of the vicious beast.

His new interest was focused on the vicious beast's goal. What was it beyond the Hope Barrier that attracted its attention?

This thought strayed again because after he calculated the angle of the vicious beast's gaze, although it was staring straight at the Hope Barrier, it was actually looking 20 meters in front of the Watchtower.

What was there? Tang Ling could not see! 

The giant circular hall was sealed shut. Only the main monitor ahead of him was focused on the entire battlefield.

Without a doubt, it piqued Tang Ling's curiosity even more, but at the same time when the door of the command center opened, flighty footsteps then came from outside the door.

Tang Ling instinctively turned around, and haloed in the white light cast at the entrance, he saw a very scrawny but also extremely tall man walk in.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Yang Kong boy, do you really need to use the artilleries against this little pipsqueak?" said the man frivolously as if nothing was worth his attention.

He even called Yang Kong 'boy'! Although it sounded like a close endearment, it lacked respect. 

The strange thing was that Yang Kong, who had always been a rather cold person, was not upset about how the man addressed him. Instead, he looked slightly relaxed and asked, "Anthony, are you going?"

"What else am I doing here?" The man known as Anthony took a step forward and suddenly appeared at the command panel. He looked down at Yang Kong with a smirk.

"Or do you not trust other people's combat capabilities while Fei Long isn't around?" remarked the man.

The command center suddenly became quiet. 

Tang Ling was very curious about the man named Anthony. He was not dressed in uniform. Instead, he wore a loose shirt seemingly made out of gunny sack while his pants were made out of Morny tensile grass.

Morny tensile grass was the best tensile grass back in the settlement. Pants made out of the grass were considered quality goods in the settlement, but in the safety sector, even a pauper would throw them away.

Judging from the man's tone, he sounded like he was a Purple Moon Warrior. Could he be the so-called Purple Moon Warrior on rank 3 or above?

Tang Ling knew nothing regarding the Purple Moon Warriors, but he was not that stupid. He now knew that rank 3 represented the difference in the level of power.

Turning a deaf ear to Anthony's teasing, Yang Kong looked at the vicious beast in the monitor. "It's a Raider dragon, a level 3 vicious beast. We believe it has mutated and possesses the ability to distort space. What do you think?"

Anthony rubbed his tall nose as his deep blue eyes were showing nothing but a sneer.

"A Raider dragon? Hmph, it is a level 3 but the ability to distort space? That thing? Impossible." As he spoke, Anthony casually took a purple ball out of the pocket of his pants and suddenly looked serious.

"Rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior, Anthony Leo, requesting to be deployed."

"Request granted." Yang Kong granted him permission.

"Uhm… Can someone bring me my sword?" Anthony scratched his head and looked embarrassed. 

Yang Kong instantly looked sharply at him. "Don't you carry your sword with you all the time? If this delays…"

"If you have the time for this crap, why not tell someone and fetch me my sword? It's in the basement in Armory No. 5. Everyone knows what my Night Lightning looks like." Anthony straightaway interrupted Yang Kong.

Yang Kong frowned, but he still sent an order out through the command panel.

Less than 30 seconds later, three warriors strenuously lugged a 2-meter long sword in. Its body was only 8 mm wide and it was black in color but looked rather unusual.

Tang Ling captured all the details of the weapon with his eyes and many questions popped up in his mind. Is it that heavy? The design of the sword is illogical. The length coupled with the narrow body will make it easier to break on impact unless it's made with extremely tensile metal, but doing so would sacrifice its rigidity. Using it against a highly defensive reptile, would it even…?

On the other hand, Anthony walked over and easily picked up the sword that required three warriors to carry. He casually wielded it around, and a sharp breeze whipped up in the command center.

"Be careful of the machines here." Yang Kong was obviously annoyed by him.

Anthony smiled faintly. He then simply tossed the purple ball in his hand into the air. The ball popped and disintegrated into countless purple particles that then swiftly combined and formed pieces of a suit. Following the purple glow from the necklace at Anthony's neck, the pieces of the armor flew towards him and automatically strapped to his body. Several clunks later, the suit of armor was fully complete.

He carried the black sword on his shoulder as he walked towards the giant monitor in front. Then, he reached out and lifted one of the monitors like a curtain.

The giant monitors were also the windows of the Watchtower? What a strange machine!

Before Tang Ling could reflect upon it, a gust of wind that reeked of blood blew into the entire command center whilst an eye-grabbing purple glow shone in together with the dust clouds.

The purple light!

In that exact moment, Tang Ling felt every cell in his body come alive. His heart was boiling as if though there was a fire burning within. It ground his consciousness and aroused his desire for battle.

Anthony turned around and spoke to Yang Kong, "Tactical movement disk, please." 

Then, one of the warriors that had carried the sword in tossed a round disk that resembled a backpack to Anthony who swung it over his back and buckled the carabiner. 

"If you dare to set this place as the safety point, I won't mind breaking it." Yang Kong did not sound like he was joking.

"Stingy." With a snort, Anthony dashed out of the Watchtower in a flash.

The screen of the monitor that he lifted returned back to normal while the wind with the bloody stench faded together with that blurry purple light as well.

"Anthony is so handsome," Christina gushed as if she was obsessed with the man. Beside her, Vian also voiced her agreement, "He is indeed handsome but a little thin."

The other female warriors in the command center agreed with the two girls as well.

Only Orston sneered, but no one cared.

Tang Ling was a little absent-minded as he asked Andy beside him, "Did you feel anything special just now? I mean like 'special' special?"

"The blood in the wind had a heavy copper stench and the dust from the ruins stings the eyes too. I don't know what I should do if I can't see during a battle!" Andy voiced his concerns, but Tang Ling was rendered speechless.

Was he the only one who felt the purple light?

Chapter end