Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

But the next second, a mournful roar echoed across the desert.

The dragon, which was resting in the nightmares' graveyard, suddenly opened its eyes. One of its amber eyes had been removed, and the other had become a mechanical eye with a distinct metallic texture.

A series of red codes flashed in the machine's eyes, and the dragon's fierce face turned ferocious. It used its wings to support itself as it turned around and looked at the crocodile-man in the distance.

“Gaaaaaaaaa————!!!”

The dragon spread its wings and flew, its body, over twenty meters long, riding the wind and waves of the hot earth, crashing down toward Gard, who was surrounded by a group of mining robots.

Boom!

Without any pause, the dragon opened its massive jaws and bit down on Gard, its sharp teeth striking Gard's scales and creating sparks that only metal could produce when colliding.

With his scarlet eyes wide open, Gard wielded his great axe with wide, sweeping motions, relentlessly attacking the surrounding robots, completely ignoring the dragon falling from the sky.

However, after the dragon bit Gard, Gard, who was left only with instinctive fighting, immediately focused his attention on the dragon in front of him.

The dragon bit half of Gard's body into its mouth. In his frenzy, Gard retaliated without hesitation, biting the dragon's lip and tearing off a large piece of flesh.

The dragon roared in pain and threw Gard back onto the land.

Meanwhile, other creatures had already taken over.

Three giant black wolves leaped into the air and attacked Gard, who was falling from the sky.

The butcher, who had lost consciousness, was suddenly in danger.

Meanwhile, having crushed the remains of the nightmare, Gard opened his eyes again, only to find himself in a familiar desert.

The landscape of the land seemed unchanged for thousands of years, except for one thing: before Gard's eyes, there were no endless graves.

The sound of iron hooves pounding the sand echoed from behind.

Gard turned around and saw a black and red army.

A figure rode in on horseback. If that creature, whose feet tread on flames and whose mouth and nose could spew fire, could be called a horse, then...

Hmm, does Terra have horses?

As Gard pondered, the figure that had appeared before him, looking down at him, asked:

"Adakris, what are you doing here?"

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(I'm really sorry for the late update. I feel like this time the book is doomed. I overestimated myself and thought that even if I moved today, I could still write two chapters while sitting on the plane.)

I got up at six o'clock in the morning and it took me until now to resolve the issue.

The landlord's attempt to kick me out, the move and the house being put up for rent all at once, was worse than a nightmare.

Therefore, you need to be careful when renting a house. When the contract expires, sign a two-month extension contract and don't try to save trouble by making any verbal agreements.

I will try to write another chapter later. Starting tomorrow, I will fulfill my previous promise to update four times a day until all the extra chapters are paid.

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Chapter Sixty-One: Remnants of the Old Era

"Adakris, what are you doing here?"

"I've come to find my companions!"

Gard looked up at the knight in front of him, which made him very uncomfortable, because he was always the one looking down at others, and this was the first time he had been looked down at.

"They have wandered into your dreams."

"A dream?"

The knight smiled upon hearing Gard's words.

Not only did he laugh, but the thousands of knights following him also laughed.

"No, Adakles, this is not a dream."

The knight looked at Gard, a crimson light emanating from beneath his red mask.

"This is reality!"

The knights' condescending attitude annoyed Gard, but since Serea and the others were in a dream, Gard felt he should try to persuade the knights to let Serea and the others leave through communication.

“This is your reality, not ours,” Gard said patiently. “In reality, we are in danger, and we cannot linger here for too long.”

Although Gard knew that even after he lost consciousness, his body's instincts would still drive him to fight the enemy.

However, despite his great strength, he is brainless and easily defeated by someone of similar strength, or by someone like Hai Si who understands teamwork.

In the future, we will still have to rely on the path paved by the Nightmare Knights. In addition, Gard has always preferred peace and would definitely avoid fighting if possible.

"Oh."

The knight scoffed, "What do we care if you live or die? What good would it do us to let you out?"

Gard thought for a moment and then tentatively asked, "If you can release my companions, how about I retrieve all your bones for you once I'm out?"

When Gard said that, I suddenly felt there was hope.

"You may not know, but your corpses, left in the scorching, barren lands, have been picked up by a group of robots. Oh, I forgot you're 'ancient people' from over a thousand years ago; you might not even know what robots are. Anyway, I'll get your bones back for you, and you release my companions..."

"Shut up!"

Before Gard could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the Nightmare Knight.

What meaning do long-dead corpses have for us? We don't need that kind of thing.

"Then what do you want?"

Gard was getting impatient. He just wanted to get Seraya and the others out of there as soon as possible. If it was too late, he might be fine, but the bodies of Seraya and the others inside the clay pot might not be so safe.

"Oh, you can agree to any conditions?"

Gard took a deep breath and said seriously, "As long as I can do it!"

"it is good."

The knight looked at Gard with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Adakris, I demand your submission!"

Gard's eyelids twitched, and he tightened his grip on the axe slightly, a kind smile spreading across his face.

"Excuse me, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. Could you repeat it?"

"Ha, no matter how many times I say it."

The knight looked at Gard with disdain.

"Adakris, I want you..."

"I'm going to fuck you *speak vulgarities*!"

Before the knight could finish speaking, Gard moved.

At point-blank range, Gard swung his hand and slashed at the knight's horse.

"Humph."

Prepared, the Nightmare Knight drew a long sword from his horse and swung it at Gard.

His sword could cleave Gard in two before Gard even touched his horse.

Therefore, Gard had no choice but to avoid his attack.

If Gard dares to dodge his attack, his knights will swarm him, pin him to the ground, and show him who the master is in this world!

However, what the knight did not expect was...

Faced with his attack, Gard neither dodged nor avoided, but was determined to kill his horse.

'Foolish Adaklis, do you think this is a dream, and therefore dying in a dream doesn't count as real death?'

The Nightmare Knight looked at Gard indifferently. Did this Adaklis think that the destruction of their corpses could be hidden from them?

From the moment I entered the dream, it was destined that this Adaklesian man before me would pay the price for his transgression!

Anyone who desecrates the knight's remains will be condemned to a miserable death in endless nightmares!

However, when the Nightmare Knight's longsword struck Gard's head, it was not as easy as it used to be; instead, it felt like striking a piece of hard steel.

Gard's head wasn't split in two; instead, the Nightmare Knight's hands went numb from the recoil from the blade.

Meanwhile, Gard's axe was already aimed at the Nightmare Knight's horse.

The steed, its hooves treading on flames, saw Gard's great axe coming down and leaped forward, trying to fight back.

But Gard made a fist in the air and slammed it into the Nightmare Knight's horse.

This punch will take more than twenty years of training.

The crocodile man unleashed eighteen years' worth of punching power, nearly exploding the Nightmare Knight's horse's skull.

Before the Nightmare Knight's horse could fall, Gard swung his axe at it.

"You dare to mess with me? You're dead!"

Now, Gard was filled with rage and malice. He was eager to save people, so he patiently smiled at the Nightmare Knight, but the Nightmare Knight didn't take it seriously.

Is it a case of refusing a toast when offered one, only to be forced to drink it as a penalty?

With one strike, Gard felled Nightmare Knight's horse; with the second strike, he cleaved Nightmare Knight.

Having lost his horse, the Nightmare Knight's crimson eyes blazed with fury: "Insolence, Adaklis, this is our territory!"

Gard ignored him and cleaved the Nightmare Knight's body to pieces with a single blow.

However, the Nightmare Knight, who should have died, did not actually die.

The fragments of his body reformed, and the Nightmare Knight's gaze toward Gard was filled with rage.

"In this land of consciousness, you have no chance of winning!"

“Adakles, thousands of years ago, we conquered your ancestors; you were nothing but our slaves.”

Kneel down before me!

As the Nightmare Knight finished speaking, it was as if all the knights' wills were connected. Here, Gard had to face more than just one knight.

Rather, it is all the knights who constitute this space of will.

However, faced with the Nightmare Knight's intimidating presence, Gard revealed a sinister smile.

"Nightmare Knights? They're nothing but a bunch of outdated relics outdated by the times."

"Where we come from, the biggest fist is the only true measure of power!"

"You are remnants of the old era; the new era has no land to sustain you!"

Drawing upon the ascending power within his body, Gald's size increased and grew at a visible rate within this dream space, almost bursting through the entire consciousness space in the blink of an eye.

"If you don't want your companions to lose their way in the realm of consciousness because of you, you'd better stop what you're doing now."

A mature and charming voice rang in Gard's ears.

"If you're willing to trust me even a little, I wouldn't mind helping you rescue your companion."

"I vouch for this in the name of Holheimia, Honorary President of the Columbia Society for Astrological Research."

"I won't lie to you, at least not this time."

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Chapter Sixty-Two: The Crocodile Man - I love peace the most!

The sudden sound in his ear did not distract Gard.

He first turned his head to look at the group of Nightmare Knights at his feet, who were as tiny as ants.

Gard's transformation alarmed the Nightmare Knights. In fact, they were not as omnipotent as they thought; their strength depended on their own perception.

Perhaps when the first Nightmare Knight created his dream, he was omnipotent within it. However, as more and more knights connected to his dream, their dreams began to clash, eventually leading to a balance.