Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

Two mercenaries rushed in front of Gard, but before they could attack him, Gard swept them away with the Rupert mercenary in his hand.

After several rounds, Gard's Rupert mercenary was barely breathing.

"Gulp, if you have the guts to kill me, the Iron Sand Mercenary Group will never let you get away with it..."

"I don't even know how many teeth are broken," Gard's mercenary Rupert stammered.

Gard grinned: "Since you put it that way, then I have no choice but to grant your wish."

Gard's large hand gripped the Rupert mercenary's neck and squeezed it gently.

Click~

Gard snapped the neck of the mercenary Rupert.

Seeing this, the mercenaries watching from afar felt a chill run down their spines.

In Salgun, mercenaries committed murder, arson, and all sorts of atrocities, having long since risked their lives.

But few people can do what Gard did, taking a life so effortlessly and without batting an eye.

Serea's fists were also stained with a lot of blood, but it was all from other people.

She's not some innocent flower in a greenhouse. The more ruthless they act now, the fewer people will be willing to mess with them later.

At this moment, Elliot suddenly appeared from somewhere and looked at the two of them.

"Let's go."

He felt no emotion whatsoever towards the mercenary lying on the ground.

On this land, the most valuable thing is human life, and the least valuable thing is also human life.

From afar, the girl with a pair of curved horns on her head clicked her tongue slightly as she watched Gard's clean and efficient movements.

"Tch, I must have been crazy to provoke this guy. What gentle personality? Don't lie to me!"

……

Chapter 44 Crocodile Man: v50, wait for me...

The girl with ram's horns was none other than Kanerian. After being abandoned by Gard, it took her two days to reach Blackrock Town, where she immediately witnessed Gard and Seria wreaking havoc.

Kanelian originally intended to go to Redhorn Town, but got lost and ended up in Blackrock Town.

In short, the outcome was good. She didn't care about Rhine Life or Rhine Life; she only wanted to find Gard.

Although Gard wore a helmet and a cloak, she looked just like the Adaklis warriors she remembered who had passed some kind of trial.

However, a typical Adakris wouldn't be as tall as Gard.

Even among the Chris people, Gard could be considered a big guy.

Therefore, Kanerian recognized Gard at a glance. In addition, there was a Waiva female boxer around Gard, whose horns were exactly the same as those of the Waiva woman from Rhine Labs that Kanerian had seen before.

Although Gard and Seria had disguised themselves before arriving, in Kanelian's eyes, they looked exactly the same as before.

"What do they want to do here?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Kanerian noticed people whispering around him. He beckoned with his finger, and the sand and dust on the street seemed to be blown up by the wind, landing at the feet of those people.

Kanelian's ears twitched as he overheard their conversation.

"...They're from the Qinjiao black market, and they've already gathered several black market owners there?"

"Six of them came from nearby, but we can't confirm whether they are the real people."

"hold on."

Kanelian's lips curled into a slight smile, as if he had heard something extraordinary.

Seeing that the group in the corner was about to leave, Kanerian quickly used Originium Arts to control the sand to follow behind them, and then caught up when they were far enough away.

She now hopes things will escalate as much as possible, so that her act of saving her life will be even more valuable.

Having just left his tribe, Kanerian believed that everything he encountered on the journey was surely part of the trial.

When faced with trials, how can one avoid them?

However, Kanerian didn't realize that while she was following others, someone else was watching her.

“Caprini’s little girl, didn’t your parents tell you that not everything can be mixed up so casually?”

The sudden voice startled Canerian, but she wasn't the only Caprini around. With a calm expression, Canerian walked to a black market stall and picked up a piece of jewelry.

"How much is this necklace?"

The Anati man with raccoon ears, who was dozing off in front of his stall, suddenly perked up when he saw a customer arrive.

"Sir, you have a good eye. This piece of jewelry you're holding may not be the most beautiful in Blackrock Town, but it's certainly the most valuable!"

"Oh, how so?"

Kanerian asked perfunctorily, because the owner of that voice seemed to be approaching her. To be able to speak to her from such a distance, the other party's Originium Arts skill must be quite high.

She hasn't even found a chance to help Gard yet, and it would be a huge loss if she ended up fighting with another Originium Arts artist along the way.

The vendor, however, perked up immediately upon hearing Kanerian's question.

"If you ask, then I'll have to explain it to you properly."

The vendor looked around and, seeing no one was around, spoke mysteriously.

"Guest, you are from Salgon, so you must know the legend of the Golden Queen, right? The queen set out from the wilderness, and markets sprouted like spring buds beneath her skirts. Roads of wealth connected the high mountains and dense forests, until she disappeared at the edge of the western waves..."

"The Empress lived hundreds of years ago. What does that have to do with your bracelet?"

"Yes, of course!"

The vendor spoke very seriously.

"Guest, you know the Empress is from Adakris, right? Then do you know who that butcher who came from the Hot Lands four years ago was?"

"Who is it?"

"He's an Adaklis too!"

The vendor clapped his hands and whispered, "Let me tell you, this bracelet was pawned to me by him. He exchanged it for twenty Origin Stones, saying that once he finds his ancestors' treasure, he'll exchange it back for ten times the price."

“Now, I’ll sell you this bracelet for just fifteen Originium Ingots, as a way of making a good connection.”

"If I weren't moving in a few days, I wouldn't sell it to anyone else."

"What is all this nonsense?!"

Kanelian gave me a look that said, "You think I'm an idiot?"

"If he really intended to get the jewelry back, why would he have waited until now? You haven't been fooled, have you?"

"How could I be fooled? I saw him enter the hot land with my own eyes!"

Upon hearing Kanelian's words, the vendor immediately panicked. Even if he had been tricked, he couldn't be told that to Kanelian's face.

"What does that Adakles man you mentioned look like? I've been traveling around a lot lately, I might know him."

"What else could the Adakles look like? They just look the same..."

The street vendor pointed and was stunned.

Kanelian looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Gard and Seria passing by with Elliott.

Then she saw the vendor sprinting toward Gard at top speed.

"*Salgon slang*, you crocodile man, I've finally found you! Give me my money back!"

Kanerian couldn't believe she'd run into another unlucky soul, just like her, who had been hurt by Gard. She wanted to laugh for some reason, but the laughter quickly died down.

Because quicksand gathered at her feet.

She was certain that the other person had already discovered her.

"I was just curious and overheard a few words between you. Is this such a big reaction?"

Gradually, sand accumulates to form a river; sand gathers to form a sea.

Fortunately, Kanerian was prepared. Before the quicksand had completely settled, Kanerian activated Originium Arts to reverse the quicksand.

With a loud "bang," the two Originium Arts of the same origin collided, and the quicksand that had climbed up Kanerian's ankles suddenly loosened.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kanerian ran towards Gard with the street vendor.

"Hey, big guy, I've found you too. You're not getting away this time!"

Behind Kanelian, a figure dressed in a white robe, wearing a turban and a mask walked slowly, and with each step, fine sand would shake off his body.

"There's no time to deal with them, let's take care of these first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow sandstorm seemed to spread across Black Rock Town, covering the entire street in an instant.

As the sandstorm raged, Serea, standing beside Gard, looked up.

"Ok?"

……

(Chapter 3, 11:00)

Chapter Forty-Five: Sand Guards

Seria noticed the moment the warlock used Originium Arts.

The Originium Arts, which can alter celestial phenomena, must have been used by more than one person.

Warlock?

How can there be warlocks in Salgon?

No, Serea suddenly remembered that she had seen it in the library of Trimont Polytechnic University, her alma mater.

Although the Salgon Empire was a backward state system with separate rule by Pasha and royal chieftain, this does not mean that Salgon did not have its own monarch.

Legend has it that there is a golden city in Salgon, which possesses a terrifying power that no country should underestimate. It is not a moving city, but its towering walls can withstand the onslaught of natural disasters.

The emperor of Salgon has a Sandman Guard, who are immortal, unafraid of any Originium Arts, and possess the ability to manipulate sand.

It's impossible for the chieftain to control the Sand Guards of Salgon. Were these Sand Guards just passing through or...?

As Serea pondered this, a girl with curled horns rushed in front of them.

"Hey, big guy, I've found you too. You're not getting away this time!"

With one hand holding Anaty's stall vendor who was looking for him to collect a debt, Gard watched as Kanerian ran towards him and threw the stall aside.

Kanelian nimbly dodged it.

Gard tilted his head: "You're not in cahoots?"

"Who's in cahoots with him? I just happened to be buying something there."

Kanerian remained calm and composed, wearing an expression that suggested he had come specifically to deliver intelligence to them.

"I'm telling you, I just discovered that someone is plotting against you, so I came here specifically to warn you. Now you owe me a favor!"

"You've said that a little too late."

Gard stepped forward and pulled Kanerian behind him. Dozens of sand blades struck Gard as if they had hit a solid wall, shattering into pieces.

"Because they have already arrived."

He looked up at the fully armed soldiers emerging from the man-made sandstorm.

"There are quite a lot of people."

Gard turned to look at Seria.

"Iron Fist Girl, are you going to go or should I go?"

"Shut up, Crocodile Man, don't call me that!"

Serea's lips twitched. Luckily, she was wearing a mask, otherwise she would have been too ashamed to show her face.

I should have known better than to let Gard replace the ship; he simply doesn't have the talent to do so.

"I'll go."

Serea tightened the ribbon around her hands. They had come here to lure the snake out of its hole; even if others didn't come looking for them, they would.

Unexpectedly, the confidence of King Ibart in cracking down on the underground black market did not come from any equipment of dubious origin, but from the City of Gold.