Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

Kanelian wasn't afraid; she just felt the trip was a huge waste. She hadn't gained anything, yet she was suffering here, and she might even lose her life if she wasn't careful.

"If you survive, I can teach you Colombian, not only Colombian, but also Letanian, Usain, and Yan language, no problem."

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Canellian immediately perked up.

"But why did you suddenly change your attitude? You were so reluctant to talk to me before!"

Kanerian looked at Gard with suspicion.

"Because I wanted to find something to do."

The death of a Rhine Labs employee saddened Gard, but to be honest, he didn't feel much emotionally.

All he knew was that the deceased officer was named Willie, a young Liberian who was unmarried, had no children, and whose parents were still alive.

Aside from that, I have no idea about his hobbies or whether he has a girl he likes.

To put it bluntly, they are strangers.

I only feel a little sympathy when I think of the parents of the deceased officers, the white-haired parents who bury their black-haired children.

If he were to lose his temper one day, and these Rhine Labs agents were standing in his way, he probably wouldn't hesitate to slap them.

If it were someone you knew, it might be different.

Well, Kanerian's current impression on Gard is that of someone he knows.

They're not even friends.

So Gard decided to try to get a little closer to the two of them, lest he accidentally kill Kanerian.

"I always feel like you're thinking some very impolite things."

Kanelian flicked his hair, rested his head on Gard's back, and turned his face to the side.

"Hey, I'm telling you, can we really get out of here? After all, why did you come in in the first place? For adventure? Or is there some incredible treasure inside?"

"You came along without knowing anything?"

"You didn't tell me, and I can't understand what those Colombians are saying, how would I know?"

Gard was speechless after hearing Kanerian's words.

Gard didn't know whether to say that she was like Caprini, fearless and unafraid, just learning a foreign language, did she have to go to such lengths?

"If you do this, I'll feel bad if I don't teach you Colombian after I go out."

"As long as you know."

Kanelian crossed her arms and nodded arrogantly. It was worth the risk she took to accompany the crocodile-man into the hot land; she was finally rewarded.

"We've arrived."

Suddenly, Gard stood up, and Kanerian, caught off guard, slid down along its suddenly raised tail.

Gard's tail brushed against Kanerian's legs.

"Ah~"

Kanelian couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"What are you doing!?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you were still sitting on my tail."

When Gard saw Kanerian sitting on the roof of the carriage, legs clenched together, looking at him with a face full of shame and indignation, he suddenly realized what was going on.

Actually, upon closer inspection, Kanerian is quite good-looking too.

Both her figure and appearance deserve a high score; the only regret is that she is too thin and not plump enough.

After glancing at it briefly, Gard looked away.

Look into the distance.

Below, inside the vehicle.

RheinLife's staff came out.

After losing a comrade, the Rhine Lab agents arrived at the transit point for their mission.

However, things didn't turn out as they had imagined.

They had thought that what they would see was a heavenly path paved by the army of nightmares with their iron hooves.

However, what appeared before them was not a road at all.

They saw a mound.

A tomb of nightmares that has stood on this land for thousands of years.

A thousand years ago, there was a Khan from the grasslands who led his invincible Nightmare Army to conquer one country after another.

Finally, the Khan set his sights on the land south of Salgon.

The nightmare army surged into the fertile land in a mighty march.

There has been no further news since.

And now, a thousand years later, fearless explorers have come here again.

They saw some of the tombs left by the nightmares, densely packed like a cemetery, covering the ground before them.

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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Desecrating the Dead

"Even traveling along the paths trodden by nightmares is only slightly safer than other places."

At that moment, the Rhine Lab staff finally understood what Gard had said.

Really, it's just a tiny bit.

“I counted them when I had nothing to do before, and there are probably more than two thousand Nightmare Knight corpses buried here, including more than a dozen Nightmare Knights. Their corpses have formed a kind of permanent Originium energy magnetic field here, and ordinary monsters will not come near this place.”

Gard pointed to the distance.

"However, large creatures like these can basically ignore the effects of this energy field. Their favorite thing to do is to sleep here."

Following the direction Gard pointed, a group of Rhine Labs agents spotted a gigantic creature over twenty meters long. It looked somewhat like a lizard, but it also had wings, and the horns on its head resembled those of the Vayvans.

“This is a dragon. It can fly. If we fight it, I might not be able to protect you.”

At this point, Gard glanced at Seria.

'Perhaps these dragons are your ancestors.'

Of course, Gard didn't say these words aloud.

There are many ancient creatures here that cannot be found on the continent of Terra, and dragons are just one of them. Gard even saw giants here.

They must be creatures that originally existed in this world. These monstrous beasts, such as dragons, could easily destroy a settlement if they flew out of the hot land.

However, they would rather stay in this harsh environment than step out of their homeland.

Gard speculated that, for them, the environment outside the hot land might be the real hell.

“Next, we’ll walk along the graves of the nightmare army. Those big guys are sleeping soundly. We’ll turn the engine down so we don’t wake them.”

Despite what Gard said, a group of Rhine Labs agents were still worried.

You should know that there is more than one dragon in the tomb of the Nightmare Army!

Scattered here and there, you can see all sorts of strange creatures lying around, some even seemingly sunbathing, turning around to expose their bellies.

And they had to get through these monsters?

"But don't rush. Let's take a nap here first. I'll keep watch. Once we enter the tomb, it's best not to blink."

Why?

Upon hearing someone ask, Gard revealed a terrifying smile.

"Don't forget where you are. Sleeping in the graveyard of Nightmare Knights, you might not wake up if you're not careful."

Gard's words sent a chill down the spines of a group of Rhine Labs agents.

The Nightmare Knight's name is known to anyone who has studied history.

That army, led by the Khan of the steppe, was best at creating dreams that plunged their enemies into endless fear.

The energy left behind by nightmares combines with the environment of the hot land to form a natural dream magnetic field.

These magnetic fields have no effect on people with strong enough physiques, but ordinary people can easily fall into dreams without realizing it.

The dreams of the Nightmare Knights are interconnected, and the number of Nightmare Knights who have perished in this hot land is immeasurable!

"Because we have a car, it will only take us five days to cross the 'sky road' trodden by the nightmares. There are only some places with weaker energy fields where we can rest, so you need to be prepared."

Gard's words plunged the Rhine Life agents into despair. From the outskirts of the hot land to the Nightmare's Tomb, it had taken them three days, and in just three days, they were almost exhausted.

For the next five days, they couldn't even close their eyes to sleep.

The only thing that comforted them was that as long as they didn't provoke the terrifying creatures in the graveyard, they were safe and didn't have to be on edge all the time.

"Gald, thank you for your help."

After five consecutive days without sleep or rest, even Serea knew she definitely couldn't hold on.

If Serea doesn't take a break now, she's not sure she can withstand the nightmare's onslaught.

Gard nodded.

"have a good rest."

Kanerian once again used gravel to build a sandcastle. A group of Rhine Lab agents climbed into the carriage, turned the air conditioning to the lowest setting, put on goggles, and covered themselves with blankets.

Kanelian walked up to Gard with an expression that said, "You got off easy."

"Gald, I'll sleep next to you later. Remember to cover me with a blanket tonight."

"Get out of the way."

Gard ignored her; this woman was treating herself like an air conditioner.

"Tsk."

Kanerian, his little scheme exposed, crossed his arms and walked away unhappily.

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't be willing to beg me."

"Ha, if you're so capable, you'll sleep in the same bed with me when we go to a mobile city."

"Think beautifully!"

Kanerian rolled her eyes at Gard. It wasn't like she hadn't been to the moving city before. The hotels in the moving city had air conditioning. If they had air conditioning, why was she looking for Gard?

After Kanelian left, Gard sat back on the roof of the sandcastle, overlooking the earth.

After two days of rain, a hint of green can be seen on the hot soil. No matter how dry the land is, there are always tenacious grasses trying to break through the soil.

Although it was destined to be a futile effort.

After all the officers fell asleep, the surroundings became quiet, and Gard recalled the days when he first came to this land alone.

This time, you are not alone.

As Gard sat on the roof until dusk, he saw something emerging from the ground in the distant Nightmare Cemetery.

At first, Gard didn't pay much attention. He guessed that it might be the body of some calamity beast wriggling underground, or that some calamity beast was having a sweet dream and its body was becoming restless.

This is a harsh environment, a land of survival of the fittest.

Perhaps this cemetery before us is the only pure land.

However, what broke through the ground was not the body of any monstrous beast.

It was a rusty arm, a mechanical arm made of some unknown metal.

A four-wheeled mining vehicle emerged from the soil of the grave, pushing a white object with its slender arms.

Those are the heads of nightmares!

It's not just a mining cart; various types of robots keep crawling out of the cemetery, carrying the "minerals" they've collected.

It could be a skull, a rib, a Nightmare Knight's hand, or even a Nightmare Knight's thigh.