Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

Is this the creation of the ancient civilization that Gard spoke of? Why is it humanoid? What is its mechanism? What is its energy source?

Several people in the team with research expertise gathered around, discussing the robot's remains and wishing they could tear off its shell. Serea had already done so.

While prying open the robot's shell with her bare hands, Serea asked, "Is it alright if we take it apart?"

“It’s nothing. There should be quite a few more like these deep in the Hot Lands.” Gard shook his head. “I’m just worried that these robots will become an obstacle for us later.”

Upon hearing what Gard said, Seria's eyes immediately became serious.

"It's hard!"

With her hands covered in calcium, Serea used almost all her strength to pry open the machine's shell along the crack. This once-rigid mechanical body was now presented to her as scrap metal.

"He's also very strong."

Gard nodded and said.

"It took me a lot of effort to defeat it."

"This is it."

Suddenly, Serea saw the skeleton inside the mechanical nightmare knight's chest cavity. Despite being a robot, it had something inside its body that looked like a human breastbone.

"Is this their energy source?"

Seria's brows furrowed deeply; she seemed to know why Gard had left the Mechanical Nightmare Knight's body for them to see.

An ancient civilization altered the remains left behind by the nightmare.

"Although it may not develop as you and I imagine, I still feel uneasy without seeing it for myself. So I want to unite with the people living on this land and tentatively attack that ancient civilization."

In particular, his appearance has changed the original plot. Gard cannot guarantee that the Nightmare Army will not attack Terra in the next ten years or so, as originally planned.

Therefore, Gard chose to bring the inhabitants of the Hot Land onto the war chariot, since if something really happened deep in the Hot Land, the first to suffer would be the lizardman civilization of the Hot Land.

Gard wouldn't secretly become a hero and save the world. After all, how many lizardmen did he know? At worst, he could just take the few lizardmen he knew and leave this land.

Weighing the sand in his hand, now turned golden by the power of ascension, Gard walked up to a group of lizardmen, his voice easily drowning out the chatter of those who were discussing the matter.

"Everyone, I have something I want to tell you. Could you please be quiet for a moment?"

However, to Gard's surprise, upon seeing him, the group of lizardmen exchanged glances, and one by one, they all immediately prostrated themselves on the ground.

It was like seeing a deity!

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Chapter 86 I will be with you! 8/45

As mentioned before, the lizardmen's civilization is still in a relatively backward stage. They have not yet learned to explore things they do not understand, and are accustomed to attributing things they cannot understand to more powerful creatures.

For example, gods!

They would regard the rainy season on the hot land as a gift from the gods, and the arrival of the hot winds as the wrath of the gods.

In this way, it's not hard to understand why the lizardmen knelt down and worshipped Gard after he drove away the natural disaster.

Because they regarded Gald as a messenger of God, they saw Gald as a saint sent by God to save them, and even Laya and Mukaka were no exception!

In fact, because they had met Gard earlier and were aware of his extraordinary power, seeing him perform a "miracle" only confirmed their belief in his unusual nature.

Seeing Laya and Mukaka's posture, Gard's feelings were somewhat complicated.

Identity can create barriers. Gard never discriminated against Laya and Mukaka because they were natives of the land. If Gard did that, wouldn't it be the same as discriminating against his fellow villagers in the rainforest?

However, Gard's gaze only swept over them briefly.

He did not explain.

Because in this land, divine authority is more effective than monarchical authority. The lizard people have many tribes, but they worship only one god.

Let's talk about it later.

Gard sighed inwardly, and just as he was about to speak, he noticed a rather petite figure among the kneeling lizardmen.

Of course, this "petite" is relative to the other lizardmen around him; the figure was actually several centimeters taller than Surtur.

Because she was wearing a hood, Gard couldn't see her face clearly, but she was definitely not a lizardman; she looked more like a Philin.

Why would a piece of film appear in the hot soil?

With a touch of curiosity, Gard used his attribute panel.

Then, he almost popped his eyes out.

Character: Kal'tsit

Codename: Kal'tsit

Gender: Female

Combat experience: Unknown

Birthday: Unknown

Race: Felin

Height: 169cm

Upper bust measurement: 90.41cm

Underbust measurement: 77.33cm

Waist circumference: 62.54cm

Hip circumference: 94.23cm

Osteopathy infection status: Confirmed as infected.

Physical Strength: Average/Excellent

Battlefield Mobility: Average/Excellent

Physiological tolerance: Average/Perfect

Tactical Planning: Perfect/Flawed

Combat Skills: Normal/Excellent

Originium Arts Adaptability: Standard/Defect

Evaluation: The guardian of this land, currently serving at the Tower of Babel, noticed the changes in the land four years ago and has been preparing ever since. He possesses a powerful summon.

Looking at the white-haired Felin among the lizardmen, who was pretending to kneel before him like the other lizardmen, Gard paused for a moment.

It must be said that the other party truly deserves to be called the leader of the Terra fire brigade. Terra's infrastructure is built brick by brick, and he can be moved wherever needed.

He had just been wondering if Kal'tsit, the Terran workaholic, would come over now that such a big thing had happened in Hot Land.

They'd been here for a while.

Gard even suspected that the old woman might have instigated Surtr to go deep into the hot land to unleash his ultimate attack.

Unable to resist glancing at her a few more times, Gard finally looked away and at the lizardmen kneeling before him.

He said, "Stand up, people of this land!"

Living in this harsh and cold land, the lizard people were not crushed by the malice of this land, nor did they give up on themselves because of the heavy burden of survival. They remained optimistic and positive.

If that's the case, why did they kneel?

"I drove away the natural disasters not so that you would kneel before me!"

Gard's voice, carrying a special magic, reached the ears of every lizardman. The white-haired Felin, hidden among the lizardmen, raised his head, and a slight ripple appeared in his usually calm eyes.

The lizardmen looked at each other, hesitant to whisper among themselves.

Until a lizardman stood up.

"Laya?"

“Brother, Gard is still Gard. Even if he is an emissary sent by the god Nanani, he is still the kind Gard we know.”

The lizard girl, Laya, looked at Gard in the distance, hugged herself tightly, and then she saw Gard look over and nod at her.

Laya's initial anxiety vanished instantly.

With one lizardman taking the lead, the other lizardmen hesitated for a moment before finally standing up one by one, looking at Gard with puzzled eyes.

Gard wasn't the tallest among the lizardmen, but he was certainly the strongest, with solid muscles, smooth scales, and a thick tail, giving off a feeling that only such a perfect lizardman could become a messenger of the gods!

"People of this land, I have come here only to give you a piece of advice: a powerful yet evil tribe is rising."

Because the reptilians had no concept of a nation, Gard used a language they could all understand.

"They are insidious and cunning, they are incredibly powerful, they are capable of any evil, and their appearance is meant to bring calamity to this land."

“If we do not stop them, our homeland will be occupied by them, and our relatives and descendants will be enslaved by them.”

"Children of this land, are you willing to hand over the food you have hunted with such hard work? Are you willing to let your wives and children become slaves? Are you willing to bow down to a group of invaders who have occupied your homeland?"

Gard wasn't good at public speaking, but he knew that if he wanted to harness the power of the lizardmen, he had to make them united against a common enemy and understand the potential consequences of the resurgence of an ancient civilization.

Gard didn't believe that a highly advanced ancient civilization, after its revival, would regard a group of uncivilized lizardmen as its own people.

It's already merciful that they didn't implement racial purification.

Gard's words caused an uproar among the lizardmen. They had not expected that they would fall into another natural disaster just as they had escaped one.

"Then, Your Excellency, what should we do?"

A cool, lizard-like voice rang out from the crowd. Perhaps it shouldn't be called lizard-like, but she cleverly chose to cooperate with Gard at this crucial moment, acting as his straight man.

As Gard approached her, she immediately lowered her head and hid in the crowd.

Ignoring her for the moment, Gard looked at the lizardman in front of him and said loudly, "As long as we unite, we can defeat any enemy, no matter what kind!"

"And I—"

A raging sandstorm surrounded Gard.

"I will be with you!"

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Chapter 87 Kal'tsit: Accidents will bring harm to this land! 9/45

Having successfully fooled the lizardmen by taking advantage of their lack of knowledge of Originium Arts, Gard returned to Rhine Lab's team and quietly gave Kanerian a thumbs-up in the crowd.

He had long since used up his ascending power to ward off the natural disaster, so he didn't have the strength to stir up sandstorms and show off. He had to rely on Kanerian, a sorcerer who was good at manipulating sand and stones, to help him.

Seeing Gard's actions, Kanerian crossed his arms, snorted softly, and turned his head away, leaving Gard completely bewildered.

What did he do to offend her?

Seria walked over and came close to Gard, asking, "Is this alright?"

"Ah."

Gard nodded.

“The lizardmen in the market are only a minority. Once the caravans from the market bring the news back to their tribes and their numbers increase, we will have the ability to launch a war.”

Regardless of who the owners of that ancient civilization were, the fact that those machines wanted to capture him and the Rhine Labs agents showed that they were destined to be unable to coexist with that ancient civilization.

Since coexistence is impossible, the only option is to crush them before that ancient civilization can re-emerge.

"However, none of us here have the ability to command an army."

Serea frowned. She could command a small squad in a small battle, but commanding an army of thousands or tens of thousands was beyond the capabilities of a defense chief.

We'll have to send those officers who graduated from military academies!

Moreover, even among Colombian officers and generals, how many had actually fought in battles involving tens of thousands of soldiers?

Thinking of this, Serea couldn't help but turn her gaze to Gard.

"Don't look at me. I'm more than capable of fighting alone. You'll have to let my brother command the troops."

"You have an older brother?"

"Yes, my half-brother!"

Gard said without batting an eye, "Rekton, the Butcher of the Desert, is good at charging into battle rather than commanding troops; Nasus, the God of Death of the Desert, is the one who knows how to strategize."

Hearing Gard's words, Seria didn't doubt him and asked seriously, "Then where is your brother now?"

Gard didn't expect that Seria would actually take his casual remark seriously.