Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

Kal'tsit remained completely unmoved.

Because Kal'tsit knew that this was the only thing she could do right now.

She cannot let her worries affect her thinking, nor can she let the life or death of one or two people influence her decisions. She cannot save everyone, but can only save as many people as possible—when did her way of thinking become so cold-blooded?

Many people have commented on her, saying that she always has a stern face, always speaks riddles, and always does her own thing.

Cold-blooded and ruthless, with the heart of a snake.

These were all comments she had heard from other people.

She never cared what others thought of her. Instead of spending time correcting others' opinions of her, she would rather perform more surgery and treat more patients.

But for every patient she treats, ten more appear; for every person she saves, more die.

Mining diseases, natural disasters, war!

This is a topic that will never end.

However, the people of Terra were unaware that a threat was quietly emerging beyond the land they inhabited.

Their gaze couldn't reach this area yet.

To reach the depths of this land.

People can't give up their jobs just because the world is going to end the day after tomorrow, because if they don't work, they won't be able to afford bread tomorrow.

This land is always so cruel.

So she had no choice!

Clang!

At the control center, Mon3tr's claws clashed with the knight's longsword.

Mon3tr's body is very sturdy, exceptionally sturdy.

But now, cracks are appearing on its body, and its claws, which were used to block the knights, are covered with spiderweb-like stripes.

"Gaa—!"

Mon3tr let out a mournful cry, and Kal'tsit knew it was about to give up.

But soon, it was her only chance to detonate the bomb.

It's almost here!

Kal'tsit said in her cold tone, "Nightmare's Kheshig, have you forgotten your former glory? If your Khan were here, he would be ashamed of your current appearance!"

As if she had reached the end of her rope, Kal'tsit questioned a machine that would never respond to her; the ruthless machine should not have stopped.

However, its core stopped making noise for a fleeting moment.

Because Kal'tsit doesn't use Salgon, but the language of the steppes, the mother tongue of the Nightmares.

She wanted to awaken the spirit that remained in the remains of the nightmare.

Kal'tsit knew that the nightmares' souls must still be hidden in the nightmares' remains, otherwise the nightmares would not have been able to maintain the existence of the Consciousness Empire.

As if hearing Kal'tsit's words, the Nightmare Knight's movements paused for a moment, as if the energy supply had been interrupted, and the Nightmare's remains echoed Kal'tsit's words.

In that instant, Mon3tr's collapsing body finally exploded into countless fragments with a piercing scream.

The immense force sent the Nightmare Knight flying more than ten meters.

Taking advantage of this one and only opportunity, Kal'tsit began to run.

The frail body unleashed unimaginable power at this moment; the fifty-meter distance was covered in just five seconds—no, three seconds was enough.

She can then detonate the Originium bomb in her hand.

However, at this moment, the nightmare's dream will not destroy the nightmare's external structure; it is merely a machine that has lost its flesh and blood.

The Empire of Nightmare finally gained control of Kal'tsit for a moment.

In that instant, Kal'tsit lost her chance to detonate the bomb.

Nightmare's greatsword was swung at Kal'tsit from a distance of tens of meters. The already shattered Mon3tr barely managed to form an incomplete shape amidst a mournful scraping sound, enveloping Kal'tsit as they were sent flying.

Nightmare stood up again, walked step by step to her sword, and picked it up.

In that instant, the mechanical pupils seemed to reveal human emotions.

"No, Ms. Kal'tsit, you are wrong."

The knight's voice rang in Kal'tsit's ears for the first time.

"My Khan, he is right here!"

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Chapter 99 Detonating the Core 12/45

No!

Something must be wrong!

Maybe it was wrong from the start!

Mon3tr failed to completely protect Kal'tsit; the aftershocks of the greatsword alone nearly brought her to the brink of death.

She finally realized where she had gone wrong.

Their enemy is not some ancient imperial civilization at all!

His consciousness gradually became blurred. He wanted to detonate the Originium explosives in his hand, but his limbs wouldn't obey him at all.

She had made many plans before coming, but Gard's arrival was an unexpected surprise.

The crocodile was powerful enough that it could single-handedly draw the attention of the factory's terminal AI, forcing it to expend a huge amount of computing power to plan the annihilation of Gard.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy for her to hack into the terminal system and shut down the control center's defenses.

Even so, she still failed.

Because what was awakened was not an ancient civilized empire, but another ancient nomadic tribe.

Thousands of years ago, the army of the grasslands invaded the land.

They failed, they succeeded!

They abandoned their weak bodies in exchange for a stronger one.

Now, they will surely make a comeback.

After a thousand years, the Nightmare will embark on their second expedition.

This time, who can stop them?

Is it Salgon, whose king has vanished into legend? Colombia, obsessed with territorial expansion and profit-seeking? Or is it Cassimilia, the knightly kingdom whose glory has faded? And Victoria, who sent her king to the guillotine...?

Kal'tsit did not want to comment on these countries, their rulers, or the nobles.

But she couldn't help it!

"*Kazdale swearing*!"

With her last ounce of strength, Kal'tsit slowly closed her eyes. She saw the knight's greatsword about to fall, as if he were finally able to execute the courtier who had bewitched his king.

When she wakes up next time, I hope she will have a better body, at least not as frail as this one.

Of course, perhaps she won't be able to wait for the next time.

The knight's greatsword did not fall.

The greatsword, which should have been falling, swept across and blocked a great axe that was about to fly towards the terminal intelligence. In the blink of an eye, a crocodile man appeared in front of the knight, right behind his weapon.

He clenched his fist!

The knight was sent flying several meters by the crocodile man's punch, leaving a long furrow in the ground.

"Adaklis?"

"Wow, it can actually talk?"

The Nightmare Knight that Gard had encountered before could speak, but unlike the Nightmare Knight before him, it didn't seem to have its own personality.

After knocking the Nightmare Knight away with a single punch, Gard carefully placed Seria on the ground, glancing at Kal'tsit lying there.

"Ms. Kal'tsit, Ms. Kal'tsit, are you still alive?"

"Oh."

Kal'tsit, lying on the ground, suddenly wanted to laugh. Seeing Gard appear in front of her at this critical moment, she wondered whether it was her fate that was spared, or the fate of all the creatures on this land.

Of the three of them, the one with the most dangerous mission was actually in the best condition.

Just how tough is this crocodile-man's body?

However, since the crocodile-man's body is very tough, his clothes might be a different story.

So when Gard arrived at the control center, he was completely naked. So when Gard knelt down to check Kal'tsit's injuries, Kal'tsit was almost whipped across the face.

"Gald, please keep your reproductive organs safe!"

Kal'tsit suppressed the urge to scold Gard and spoke in a low voice.

That damn crocodile-man, not only is his body incredibly strong, but even his reproductive organs are...

I tried hard to shake off those messy thoughts in my mind, but they kept coming back.

Kal'tsit, who was on the verge of unconsciousness, regained her breath because of Gard's appearance.

But now it seems that this momentum is about to dissipate.

"I want to put it away too, but I'm a crocodile-man, not a crocodile..."

Gard couldn't help but complain, "What can I do? I'm desperate too!"

The idea that you can at least keep one pair of underwear after a fierce battle is something that only happens in comics and anime.

Imagine if Gard were hit by a shell with an explosive temperature of at least two or three thousand degrees. It would be a miracle if he didn't die; how could he possibly keep his underwear?

Temperatures of two or three thousand degrees can melt even steel, so how could Gard's underwear withstand such high temperatures?

"However, judging from your energy level, you won't die anytime soon."

Gard picked up his axe and carried it on his shoulder.

"Leave the rest to me!"

Gard looked at the Nightmare Knight not far away, his expression slightly grave.

"Can Mon3tr be restored?"

"Wow—"

A hissing sound came from the air as Mon3tr, scattered by the Nightmare Knight, struggled to regain its form. Although it was unable to fight, it should be able to transform into a shield to block the aftershocks of the battle between Gard and the Nightmare Knight.

The next second, Gard launched an attack.

Clang!

The great axe in his hand clashed with the Nightmare Knight's longsword, producing a metallic scraping sound.

The Nightmare Knight before him was no stronger than the one Gard had encountered before. Even without being overwhelmed in battle, the upgraded Gard could withstand such an attack.

However, the Nightmare Knight before them was definitely not stronger than the previous Nightmare Knights in terms of strength.

It is wisdom!

"Among the Adakris, there has actually been a warrior like you!"

The Nightmare Knight's greatsword, which was clashing with Gard, suddenly split in the middle. The Nightmare Knight let Gard's great axe slash towards his body, gripped the greatsword which had turned into two swords, and slashed at Gard's body.

Trade injuries for injuries!

All along, it was Gard who took the initiative to attack his enemies; this was the first time he had encountered someone who traded blows with him.

The axe in Gard's hand left a huge gash in the Nightmare Knight's armor, but the Nightmare Knight's twin swords also tore through Gard's body.

*Pfft*

Blood flowed down Gard's body like water. After the attack, Gard knelt on the ground, but the Nightmare Knight remained unmoved.

“Adakles, you are badly wounded. You are exhausted from using up the computing power of the terminal AI, while I am still unharmed.”

The Nightmare Knight looked down at Gard from his high vantage point, his mechanical gaze seemingly filled with pity.