Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

Mulseth didn't see it; after she left, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the crocodile's face.

"Ha, you stole my wife's things?"

Because there are too many things involved, the crocodile-man doesn't have a very good way to solve the problem.

But if he can't solve the problem, can't he at least solve the problem of the person who raised it?

However, as Razer passed by him, the crocodile-man's face broke into its usual smile.

"Razer, I'm going out for a walk tonight, so I won't be teaching you Colombian. You can review it on your own."

"OK, all right."

Upon hearing Gard's words, Razer quickly responded.

These days of instruction have completely changed Razer's attitude towards Gard.

At first, there was wariness; then respect; and later, gratitude.

Because she knew that what Gard taught her would benefit her for a long time.

A month ago, she could now take on three opponents.

Although she was a little curious about what Gard wanted to do tonight, she didn't ask since Gard didn't say, and simply kept her gratitude to Gard in her heart.

In the evening, Gard went out alone, strolled around for a while, and then left Mellon City.

Although the police officers were curious about what Gard was doing out alone so late at night, they gave up on asking him after seeing his size and the weapons he was carrying on his back.

No matter what he does, even if it's murder or arson, as long as he doesn't do it in the city, it's fine.

Gard was a civilized crocodile man. He didn't go out to do anything except see his girlfriend who had been wronged and comfort her.

If your girlfriend is wronged, you can't just do nothing, right?

......

Chapter Twelve: Knocking on Father's Window at Night

In the Ibar chieftaincy, a city several times larger than Mellon, rows of guards locked the buildings, watching with impatience as the Liberian man pounded on the iron gate.

"...This is imprisonment. On behalf of the Colombian government, I strongly condemn this. You have no right to detain us. I want to speak with King Ibart and I want to see Sotina Pasha!"

A Liberian man dressed in a suit stood inside the iron gate, shouting in a fierce but cowardly manner.

After he got tired of shouting, another Colombian official from the Perro tribe came out of the building and continued the protest.

The soldiers guarding the gate couldn't help but whisper among themselves in Salgon: "How much longer are we going to have to guard them here? It's been a week already."

"We can't let even a mosquito fly out of the building until we get instructions from above," another soldier said.

Is this necessary?

“Of course,” another soldier said seriously. “They brought out medicine from the hot land that can cure that kind of mineral disease. I heard from others that the chieftains up there have been arguing about it, and have tried several times to snatch it directly from that woman named Seraya Vaivaan.”

"Then why don't they take action? Are they afraid of a pharmaceutical company?"

“If it were just a pharmaceutical company, of course we wouldn’t be afraid. But this pharmaceutical company is backed by Colombia. What if the adults steal things and anger Colombia, and they go to war with our Salgon?”

Even if something is good, you still need to be alive to enjoy it.

If the emperor is the highest-ranking official in Salgon, then the pasha is equivalent to a provincial governor, and the various kings and chiefs are like mayors.

Several mayors joined forces, wanting to force Salgon and Colombia into war for their own benefit. If a war really broke out, these mayors would be the first to die.

The chieftains simply confined Seraya and the others to their quarters, continuing to supply them with water and food as usual. Their aim was to get Seraya and the others to hand over their belongings voluntarily, so that they could use them as leverage in negotiations with Colombia, even if it wasn't enough.

This is Salgon, not Colombia.

The enormous profits that mineral disease suppressants could bring are enough to tempt them to take the risk.

"It seems they won't let us leave anytime soon."

Inside the headquarters of Rhine Life, Kal'tsit looked out the window at the royal guards who surrounded the building and spoke calmly.

"Sorry for dragging you into this."

Sitting opposite her, Serea was also looking out the window, but beneath her seemingly calm expression lay suppressed anger.

"It's okay. If anything unexpected happens, Scout and the others will get us out of here safely."

Upon discovering the King's guard, Kal'tsit immediately ordered Scout and the others to leave the group to prevent their weapons from being confiscated by the King's guard.

In reality, if a real fight broke out, these hundreds of royal guards would be no match for them at all; Ascaron alone could wipe them out.

However, neither from a personal perspective nor from a broader perspective, Kal'tsit would order Ascaron to do such a thing.

She could have left with Scout, but she chose to stay because she owed Seria a favor and Gard a favor.

"At least, not everything we encountered after leaving our homeland was bad."

Only when Saria knows what Kal'tsit is referring to will her expression soften.

"Ah."

Before the final battle, Gard had said that if he disappeared after the battle, there was no need to waste time looking for him; he should leave this land.

So, despite wanting to stay, to remain on this land, and to find Gard.

But faced with the vast sea of ​​sand, she didn't know where to begin her search.

She had no choice but to leave.

Fortunately, after leaving the hot land, she learned from the Rhine Labs agents who stayed outside the hot land that Gard had arrived in Mellon City.

It's very close to Colombia there. If they head towards Mellon as soon as they leave the hot land, it will only take them three days, no, two days, to reach Mellon.

She took out the black dragon blood that was enveloped by Gard's ascending power. The golden ascending power enveloped the dark red blood, preventing the black dragon blood from losing its original vitality over time.

She didn't really care who ended up with the Black Dragon's blood, because they had achieved their goal in this operation. This blood was enough to allow Rhine Life to receive a lot of investment and revitalize itself.

She was just a little unwilling to accept it.

The thought that this blood of the black dragon was something Gard had worked so hard to obtain for them made her reluctant to give it away.

Because it was given to her by Gard, not to the Rhine, nor to those government officials who reaped the benefits without contributing anything.

No one except Gard had the right to dispose of it.

Suddenly, Seria noticed that the ascending power enveloping the black dragon's blood flickered.

Gard!?

Serea quickly looked up at the window.

A deafening roar followed, like a meteorite crashing down from the sky, as a dark shadow, its features obscured, pierced through the city's high walls.

The piercing air raid sirens blared over the city, so reckless, so savage, as if they had no fear whatsoever.

On the other side, Kal'tsit's usually calm expression finally showed a slight change.

"He's here?"

Let's go back five minutes.

It took about five hours to travel from Melon, northwest of Salgon, to the Ibat chieftaincy, southwest of Salgon.

Battlefield mobility is only that the excellent Gard's running speed is not very fast; its full burst speed is about the same as that of an ordinary high-speed train.

But he's persistent!

It took a full five hours and covered a distance of nearly 1,500 kilometers.

Gard didn't even stop to catch his breath halfway through.

Along the way, they also found Elliott in the Qin Reef black market, took a bunch of information related to King Ibart from him, and then took him to the city gate of King Ibart's territory.

In two months, Elliott had completely eradicated the underground forces of the Qin Reef Black Market, and his next target was naturally King Ibart.

His feud with King Ibart has been going on for a long time.

“Elliot, I’m giving you a chance to kill King Ibart with your own hands. Although he disgusted me, it’s not to the point that I would go out of my way to kill him.”

Gard patted Elliott on the shoulder.

"I'm going in later and I'll tear down King Ibart's house and create some chaos. You can find your own opportunity."

A few golden rays flowed over Gard's body. If Gard wanted to, he could easily throw a few large rocks from thousands of meters away and smash the Ibart royal family's house to pieces.

This way, there won't be the slightest flaw.

Who would have thought that someone could accurately throw a stone weighing several tons into a chieftain's house from a distance of several kilometers?

Even Gard can only do this during his ultimate skill activation.

However, this could harm innocent people, which would be unfortunate.

So Gard decided to do it himself!

Inside the axe, Miss Black Dragon gathered some Originium dust and enveloped Gard, obscuring his figure and making him look like a formless black giant shadow.

"Well done."

Seeing his current appearance, Gard nodded.

Let Elliott do what he should do, Gard said, taking a deep breath as he faced one of the city gates of the Ibart chieftain's territory.

hum!

The black shadows enveloped Gard, who sprinted at nearly 100 meters per second, leaping forcefully towards the high wall.

boom!

It crashed straight into it.

With a deafening crash, the walls of a mobile city were smashed open by Gard. The black giant shadow that Gard had transformed into landed without pausing and charged straight toward the residential area of ​​King Ibart.

In the middle, Gard even took out a map to check in order to avoid bumping into the wrong house.

The location of the Ibart royal residence is undoubtedly in the very center of the city.

This is a mobile city with a diameter of nearly seven kilometers, standing majestically on Terra.

Gard's speed allowed him to cross half the distance by the time the air raid sirens sounded as he rushed into the city.

The residence of King Ibat was right in front of us.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

A gasp came from the side. Gard's speed wasn't actually that outstanding, but he could always find someone who could keep up with him in a short time.

A Kuranta man in heavy armor rushed out from the other side of the street. He was the captain of one of the guards of King Ibart. Seeing that the dark figure was rushing towards King Ibart's territory, he immediately came out to intercept it.

However, he clearly overestimated his own strength and underestimated Gard.

He had just rushed up to Gard when he saw the shadowy figure extend something like an arm, and he drew his weapon and stabbed at it.

when!

The sharp spear struck him as if it had pierced a piece of steel. The Kuranta man felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if he had been hit by a speeding train.

He lost consciousness in an instant.

At this moment, a group of guards standing in front of King Ibart's residence had not even realized what was happening when a dark figure passed over them and crashed into King Ibart's residence.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Gard's presence was like a demolition bulldozer, smashing through a large number of building support columns in just a few seconds.

Thoughtful enough, he even gave the ordinary people in the house a little time to escape, standing there in a daze for a moment, and then took off his underwear from his head.

He thinks he just accidentally wandered into someone's bathhouse, where there were women taking a bath. He swears he absolutely didn't do it on purpose.

"Who are you!?"

At this moment, some of the chieftains' guards finally reacted and surrounded Gard. Gard glanced at them and saw several disheveled figures emerge from the ruins, including Chieftain Ibart and two other chieftains.

After thinking for a moment, Gard smashed through the surrounding guards and charged toward the three kings who were still unaware of what was happening.

As soon as the three chieftains looked up, they saw a dark figure rushing towards them.

The two chieftains were grabbed by the throat by Gard and dragged away into the distance, leaving Chieftain Ibart standing there bewildered in the wind.

He thought the dark figure was looking for him.

However, after realizing what was happening, he immediately knew something was wrong.

If the other two chieftains were to meet with misfortune in his territory, he would likely face attacks from both chieftains simultaneously.