Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

Ascarine, in particular, if she hadn't encountered Gard, knowing his weaknesses, she would have been able to single-handedly defeat a mechanical nightmare knight.

The moment Ascaron saw Gard, his previously indifferent face would turn gloomy, and his gaze toward Gard would look as if he wanted to tear Gard to pieces.

Unfortunately, they are now allies, and Ascaron is currently no match for Gard. Moreover, as time goes by, Gard's ascending power will slowly recover, making it even less likely that he will win.

Communication conditions in the desert are poor, and it takes some time for the other processing plants to learn that one of them has been destroyed.

Therefore, the group needed to destroy as many factories as possible in the shortest amount of time.

However, with the help of Scout and others, the difficulty of the mission will be greatly reduced.

Of the four, all of them except ACE were skilled in stealth, especially Misery, who could even lead people into completely enclosed environments.

With almost no rest, we boarded the bus and headed to the second nearest processing plant on the highway. An hour and a half later, we arrived at our destination.

This time, the process went much more smoothly.

Leaving Scout and Ace to protect the injured Seria and Kal'tsit, Misery, along with Gard and Ascaron, infiltrated the control center of the processing plant's core area.

Misery possesses a certain Originium technology of material exchange, which neither rock nor steel can stop him.

This Originium Arts, which nearly touched upon the rules of space, made Gard quite envious. He tried to replicate Misery's Originium Arts using his own Ascension power, but unsurprisingly, he failed.

His understanding of the power of ascension is still too shallow!

After infiltrating the control center of the core area, the three were met by two Nightmare Knights who were on high alert.

Having prepared in advance, Gard and Ascaron each took on a Nightmare Knight, while Misery held off the mechanical guards surging into the control center.

If Ascaron could completely restrain a Nightmare Knight, Misery could have directly planted the bomb on the terminal's control panel.

Unfortunately, although Ascaron wouldn't lose to Nightmare Knight, he couldn't win anytime soon either. Nightmare Knight really wanted to leave, and Ascaron couldn't even stop him.

However, the Nightmare Knight couldn't abandon the terminal, which is why he got caught up in a fierce battle with Ascaron, and from beginning to end, he didn't manage to hit Ascaron even once.

Ascaron had already slashed several deep gashes into the knight's chest, and it looked like he was about to pierce through it.

Ascaron turned his head and heard a loud "bang".

Gard ripped the Nightmare Knight's head off with a single claw.

"Do you need any help?"

"Need not!"

Ascaron said coldly.

As he said this, Ascaron's attacks on the Nightmare Knight became even more ferocious.

If she would have avoided the Nightmare Knight's attacks before, now she would rather be grazed by them a couple of times than not leave a wound on the Nightmare Knight.

Finally, Ascaron pierced the Nightmare Knight's chest and was about to deliver the final blow when the crocodile-man in his trench coat and shorts turned around and shattered the skeleton inside the Nightmare Knight's chest cavity with a single, powerful strike of his axe.

Seeing Ascaron staring blankly at him, Gard said without turning his head, "What are you standing there for? Run! It's about to explode."

Ascaron gripped the dagger in her hand, took a deep breath, and decided not to stoop to the level of the savages of this land.

The attack on the first processing plant was difficult, but the attack on the second processing plant took less than ten minutes from start to finish.

Most importantly, with Misery's Originium Arts, infiltrating the control center of the processing plant is no longer a problem.

Two hours later, the group destroyed another factory before they had to stop.

Because Misery vomited blood.

Using Originium Arts continuously comes at a price, especially for infected individuals like Misery, for whom each use of Originium Arts is tantamount to overdrawing their own life force.

However, almost 90% of the Sarkaz are infected, and most of them are used to this life-or-death fighting style.

Not only Misery, but Ascarine was also struggling after two consecutive fierce battles. Dancing on the edge of a knife is physically demanding. With her fragile body, Gard could hit her twice, and Nightmare Knight could hit her twice as well.

Therefore, she dared not take any of the Nightmare Knight's attacks head-on. The price of taking a single blow head-on would be at least a severed hand, and two blows would cripple her.

What was a high-intensity battle for Misery and Ascarine was nothing to Gard, who found it barely worth mentioning.

After two consecutive battles, Gard not only did not feel tired, but with the recovery of his ascending power, he was becoming more and more energetic.

When faced with ordinary Nightmare Knights, Gard even thought he would take on ten of them!

No, forget about ten. If I send ten, they might actually send them.

I was physically excited, but mental fatigue gradually crept in.

Controlling the power of ascension over the past two days has taken a toll on Gard's energy, and controlling his anger has also required mental effort, so it's only natural that he's feeling exhausted.

At night, Scout and ACE, who had never fought, kept watch, while the rest of the people went to sleep in their cars.

Misery slept in the passenger seat, while Ascarin leaned against the corner of the carriage, glanced at the dagger in his hand that had already developed a nick, and closed his eyes.

Gard looked at Seria's injuries but couldn't tell anything, though Seria's breathing had become much more even.

Are you tired?

"A little."

"Get some rest."

Kal'tsit exhaled a puff of white breath. Her injuries had made her somewhat weak, and even with Mon3tr protecting her, she still felt cold at night.

Gard sat cross-legged in the carriage, stretching out one hand.

"Do you need me to lend you my arm? You look like you're shivering from the cold."

The crocodile-man's body temperature can change with the surrounding temperature, but if Gard wants, he can also keep his body temperature constant at a relatively comfortable level.

"Need not."

Kal'tsit coldly rejected Gard's request, her gaze sweeping over the others.

Scout, ACE, and Misery all brought extra clothes because they had prepared in advance.

So even though the temperature in the hot land is very low at night, it won't freeze them at all. If you really want to take off one or two layers of clothing for Kal'tsit, there's definitely no problem.

However, Scout, Ace, and Misery all noticed Kal'tsit's gaze and tacitly looked away, tightening their clothes and pretending to be cold.

Scout secretly told them about Gard and Kelsey's relationship. Although they were all old bachelors, they still had that much sense.

Dr. Kal'tsit must be shy!

At a time like this, how could we possibly ruin Dr. Kal'tsit's plans?

The appearance of the three agents made Kal'tsit's already stern face grow even more gloomy. She had sensed something was wrong since evening; Scout and the others must be hiding something from her.

Kal'tsit looked at Ascaron one last time, but seeing Ascaron's not-so-thick clothes, and then at the trench coat that Gard had taken and used as his crotch.

Kal'tsit leaned against the corner without saying a word; she was already used to enduring this level of cold.

"Aunt Kal'tsit, are you really going to refuse my warm arms? If you catch a cold and your condition worsens, it will affect our upcoming trip."

Gald grabbed Kelsey, whose face darkened as she was about to reprimand him.

As Gard said.

"After all, Kal'tsit, you don't want our trip to be delayed because you have a cold, and we won't be able to stop the revival of the ancient civilization, resulting in the destruction of Terra, right?"

Gard's words struck Kal'tsit's weak spot immediately, and Gard's arms around her were like pliers, giving her no chance to resist.

Gard didn't really think too much about it; he just wanted to see Kal'tsit get the short end of the stick and maybe take advantage of her a little.

He didn't believe for a second that Kal'tsit would fall for him. How could an old woman who had lived for so many years possibly fall for a young boy like him?

Moreover, the old woman's health was too poor; her only redeeming quality was her appearance.

After a series of battles, Gard was finally able to relax a little and quickly fell asleep.

At first she struggled a bit, but after realizing that she couldn't break free from Gard's grasp, Kal'tsit had to give up.

Moreover, compared to sleeping alone in a corner, Gard's body was indeed much warmer, and Gard did not lay a hand on her.

Fatigue gradually crept in. Kal'tsit's physique wasn't strong. Originally, Kal'tsit thought she shouldn't get too close to Gard, but gradually, her head rested on Gard's chest, and she fell asleep.

Misery and ACE, sitting in the front seat, exchanged a glance and quietly gave each other a thumbs up, completely convinced. Scout, who was on guard duty on the roof, took out another cookie from his pocket.

Through subsequent conversations, they learned that Gard was not a native of the land, but a Salgonian, which made them slightly suspicious.

If Dr. Kal'tsit and Gard really get together, and if she can bring Gard to the Tower of Babel, it would undoubtedly be a shot in the arm for the Tower of Babel right now.

In faraway Kazdel, the Sarkaz courts did not obey their orders, and Princess Theresa's intimidation of the courts was limited to not interfering in the civil war between the two kings.

In this situation, if Gard joins the Tower of Babel, he would be fully capable of disrupting the balance of power between the two sides.

After all, a powerful entity comparable to a royal court is enough to influence the course of a local war.

However, he respected Kal'tsit's decision. Kal'tsit had done a lot for Kazdel in the past, so they would not pressure her and were happy to see what was happening.

As long as it's not Dr. Kal'tsit who gets kidnapped by the other party, that's fine.

Scout let his thoughts wander on the roof, while inside the carriage, the group gradually drifted off to sleep.

However, some people had slept for a long time and just happened to wake up now.

After a nap, the fatigue lessened considerably, and Serea opened her eyes to look around.

It was pitch black all around, and you could only make out the outlines of the people around you through the darkness.

With Gard's tall figure right beside her, Serea felt much more at ease.

However, she soon found herself unable to feel at ease.

Because Seria saw that Gard, who was sitting next to her, was holding someone in his arms.

That old woman named Kal'tsit!

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Chapter 107 Your reward, isn't it yourself?

"woke up?"

Noticing the commotion around him, Gard quickly regained his senses.

He didn't sleep too soundly. He wasn't very familiar with the Babel agents, and Gard wasn't naive enough to entrust his life to others.

Therefore, holding onto Kal'tsit is, in a sense, equivalent to taking her hostage.

Taking advantage of someone is just a side effect!

But thinking about it carefully, is it really necessary to take advantage of an old woman who has lived for tens of thousands of years?

Gard felt that she was still too superficial and frivolous. No matter how beautiful a person is, they cannot withstand the ravages of time and will eventually become nothing more than a beautiful face but a white skeleton.

But Kal'tsit has lived for tens of thousands of years and is still so young!

Well, Gard felt like he was back in the same boat again.

He's just that skinny.

Gard couldn't resist ruffling Kal'tsit's head, causing a change in her previously peaceful sleeping face. She frowned, as if she were dreaming of something bad.

Immediately afterwards, Gard noticed that the person who had just woken up next to him had snuggled up to his shoulder, as if trying to bury their whole face in it.

Seeing this, Gard released his grip on Kal'tsit without hesitation and tossed her aside.

"You don't need to worry about me."

Seria buried her face in Gard's shoulder and spoke in an extremely calm tone.

“Ms. Kalshige is injured, and Felin’s constitution is much weaker than ours, Vayvan. The temperature is very low at night in the hot earth, so it’s reasonable for you to use your own body to help her keep warm. I have no reason to be angry.”

"Really?"

Serea remained silent, leaning against Gard with a blank expression, like a sulking child.

Being rational is one thing, but being emotional is another.

What girl wakes up one morning to find her boyfriend embracing another woman and remains unmoved?

This reminded Gard of what Serea looked like as a child in his dream, and the sulking Serea suddenly seemed adorable.

"How are your injuries?"

"It's nothing serious. My ability is to manipulate calcium, and the calcium in my body is no exception."

In other words, while it takes an ordinary person a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, Serea can fully recover in just a few days.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Without making a sound, Gard pulled Serea into his arms and squeezed her left hand.