Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

Ore-related disease infection status: Non-infected individuals

Physical Strength: Perfect

Battlefield Mobility: Standard/Excellent

Physiological tolerance: —

Tactical planning: standard

Combat Skills: Excellent/Outstanding

Originium Arts Adaptability: Normal

Current hero template: Renekton, the Butcher of the Desert, lv4.

As we can see, Gard's mobility and combat skills are improving, partly due to the bonuses brought by the upgrade of the hero template level, and partly because Gard is merging Renekton's combat memories.

As the hero template level increases, Gard's control over the power of ascension also continuously improves.

Reality is ultimately not the same as in games.

The game says you can only use your ultimate skill at level 6, does that mean you have to wait until level 6 in real life?

It can only be said that after reaching level six, Gard's control over the power of ascension can be considered truly masterful. At that time, both his method of controlling the power of ascension and the amount of ascension power within his body will be able to support him in transforming into a true god.

A flash of crimson appeared in his eyes. The hero template upgrade enhanced Gard's combat abilities, but the side effects were equally obvious.

The crocodile-man stood in the storm for a full half hour before calming the agitation in his heart.

'Now is not the time!'

Gard told himself that the crimson in his eyes was gradually being replaced by golden light, and the skin on his body, which had been cracked from the heat, began to heal at a visible speed.

If we consider the power of ascension as a part of the body, an extension of the limbs, then Gard is now like an infant taking its first steps.

He could only gently release the ascending power within his body.

Pong!

The wind around Gard disappeared.

Within a radius of about one meter centered on Gard's body, not a trace of wind could be felt.

"No, no, don't be so rough."

Gard muttered to himself as he withdrew the ascending power he had just released.

The sandstorm lashed against him once again.

The crocodile-man sat cross-legged on the desert, like a scholar contemplating philosophical matters.

He carefully used the limited ascending power within his body, extracting only a very small portion each time, like a person with 100,000 hairs on their head, from which Gard only plucked one.

Of course, that might not be entirely accurate, since Gard was bald.

Crocodile-men don't have hair at all!

With each trial, Gard's control over the power of ascension improved at a visible rate.

At first, when he released his ascending power, it would disrupt the flow of the surrounding hot winds, but soon he was able to integrate his ascending power into the surrounding storm.

What Gard wanted was not destruction. If it were destruction, even if his ascending power were increased tenfold, it would still be impossible to destroy the natural disaster that had already covered most of the land.

However, if it's not destruction, but guidance and change...

A grain of sand fell into Gard's hand. Gard opened his palm, and the grain of sand would be blown up again by the wind in the next moment, stirred up by the hurricane.

However, when the sand and gravel fell into Gard's palm, the ascending power within Gard enveloped it, like a stubborn rock blocking a torrent.

However, as the power of ascension swirled around, the wind that should have been constantly pounding the sand and gravel began to swirl, and a vortex appeared in the hot winds surrounding Gard.

The wind began to swirl around the sand and gravel instead of striking it.

Gard held up the sand and gravel in his hand and lifted it into the air; the tiny stones, no bigger than a thumb, flew higher and higher.

When it was three meters off the ground, the wind around Gard disappeared.

When it is ten meters off the ground, the storm within a radius of several tens of meters subsides.

When it flies to a height of 100 meters, the eye of the storm extends to the market several hundred meters away.

Inside the underground passage of the Hooded Lizardman's house, the group was still anxiously waiting for Gard's return.

Surtr has been back for an hour, and there is still no news of Gard outside.

The air in the underground passage was almost used up, so the Rhine Lab agents started using oxygen cylinders. If Surtr hadn't brought back the oxygen cylinders, they might have collapsed by now.

An adult Terran needs 0.7 cubic meters of oxygen per hour, while the oxygen content in Terran air is 22%, meaning that even a three-cubic-meter enclosed space is not enough for an adult Terran to breathe for an hour.

The basement of the hooded lizard family's house can easily fit two or three people, but if you cram in a dozen or twenty people, there simply won't be enough oxygen in the space.

If the basement of the hooded lizard family's home was so harsh, the underground passages shared by the market must have been even worse.

Many of the weaker lizardmen were already teetering on the brink of collapse. Half an hour earlier, the oxygen content in the market's underground passage had already dropped below 10%.

The lizardmen's powerful physique allows them to survive in the harsh environment of the hot land, but that doesn't mean they don't need to breathe.

They are not plants that can photosynthesize. Lizard people can go without food for several days, but they can only hold their breath for half an hour at most.

Mukaka looked around warily; quite a few lizardmen were already starting to make their move.

The reason for the illness is that there are too many people in the passage. Since there are too many people, why not just reduce the number?

For survival, it is only natural for lizardmen to kill each other.

Not everyone is like Gard, who is powerful enough to have the leisure to help others.

For the sake of his wife and sister, if necessary...

Mukaka was thinking when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Wind, listen, the sound of the wind outside has disappeared!"

When the sound rang out, the surrounding sounds suddenly became noisy.

"It's Nanani! It must be Nanani who heard our prayers!"

"Should we go outside now? What if the heatwave comes back?"

"I want to get out. If I stay here, I'll definitely die!"

"..."

Those who insisted on hiding in the underground passage were the original inhabitants of the market. From the beginning, they were prepared to stick together and make an example of any merchants or guards who dared to make any rash moves.

Then, as time went by, a crisis came, and the thoughts of these indigenous people changed.

The underground passage can only accommodate a limited number of lizardmen. If they don't want to die, then the outside lizardmen must die.

Knowing this, the disadvantaged merchant guards wanted to leave the passage.

Since staying here would only lead to certain death, I might as well go out and take a gamble.

In the end, the market's native inhabitants agreed to let the outsider lizardmen leave the passageway, as they did not want to clash with the merchants' guards unless absolutely necessary.

However, when the lizardmen left the underground passage, they discovered that the wind had not stopped, but had instead bypassed them and the entire market.

The lizard people can see a clear sky with no clouds and the scorching sun high in the sky as soon as they look up.

But looking into the distance, several kilometers away, the yellow sand still filled the sky.

Meanwhile, after hearing the wind disappear, the group of people who were already worried about Gard ran out of the underground passage.

After the wind died down, the air was so clean that not a speck of dust could be seen.

The surrounding houses had almost all collapsed, and with no obstacles, one could clearly see the scenery several kilometers away.

"Look, there seems to be someone over there."

It was unclear who had shouted that, but Seraya and the lizardmen all looked in the direction indicated by the sound.

A golden grain of sand fell from the sky and landed in Gard's hand.

At this moment, what was originally just a small, visible area began to expand outwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles.

The natural disaster has disappeared!

......

Chapter 85 Meeting the Gods

Lost in the process of influencing natural disasters with the power of ascension, Gard was startled when he suddenly saw a large group of people staring at him.

"You saw it?"

It's not really something to hide, but if the news gets out, it certainly won't be as convenient for him to travel to different countries in the future.

These are ancient beings that existed before the Terran civilization, namely, the gods.

No one would believe that Gard, as a mortal god, accomplished many things that gods could not.

If it only affects a minor natural disaster, that would be fine.

But is it really possible for someone to destroy a natural disaster that has spread to almost the entire land?

In this way, wherever Gard goes, he will likely be labeled a "beast" and be viewed with suspicion by various countries.

"Gald, are you really an Adaklis!?"

Look, even Seria says so.

The group from Rhine Labs ran up to Gard and looked at him as if he were a monster.

“My dearest Celia, what else could I be but Adaklis? Your designated security detail, your boyfriend, or your future husband?”

Knowing that his performance had far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people, Gard explained, "Just take this as my Originium Arts. What I did was not as exaggerated as you think."

"I just happened to find a suitable fulcrum, and then, through that fulcrum, I used my Originium Arts to move the calamity of this land."

“Strictly speaking, I actually utilized the power of the natural disaster itself.”

Just like a physicist from a previous life of Gard said, "Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world."

The principle behind Gard's destruction of natural disasters is similar. He didn't even intend to destroy natural disasters at first; he just wanted to create a space where people could take refuge from them in a short period of time.

Who knew that once this space was built, it would be like a snowball rolling down from the top of a mountain.

It wiped out the entire natural disaster.

Gard's words left Seria speechless. In her normal state, she certainly wouldn't have been fooled by Gard so easily.

But as Gard said, he was her intended security captain, boyfriend, and future husband, even if Gard really was an ancient being from this land, one of those creatures she saw in the university library called "beasts".

Is she going to change her mind?

What she should consider is whether, if Gard really is one of those creatures, there will be reproductive isolation between her and Gard.

As far as she knew, no matter what race a Lateran married, their children were not Lateran.

Regardless of the race with whom a Sarkaz person marries, their children will be Sarkaz.

There are instances of intermarriage between Waifans and Adakles, and the children born are sometimes Waifans and sometimes Adakles, regardless of racial differences.

Ultimately, the N tribe of Terra doesn't actually have any reproductive isolation. Even if a crocodile like Gard married a furry tiger girl who had reverted to her ancestral form, their child might be a beautiful girl like Gavial, or a Felin with cat ears.

But is it really possible to change natural disasters through Originium Arts?

Serea looked at her shield, but the last scene she saw in her dream flashed through her mind.

In her dream, she pierced her palm with a fragment of Originium, becoming an Infected...

Everyone's Originium Arts aptitude is innate, and it is very difficult to change unless something unexpected happens.

However, contracting ore disease was an accident!

"Sera?"

Upon hearing Gard's voice, Serea immediately snapped out of her daze and gestured for Gard to continue.

"Do you have these kinds of robots in Colombia?"

Gard dragged the Nightmare Knight's body, which he had shattered into a human stump, to Seria.

"This is..."

The moment Serea saw the Nightmare Rider, she was captivated by its mechanical form.