Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

But the lizardmen are different. They should also be monsters, but they seem completely unaware of the oppression from the civilization of the hot land. Moreover, while other monsters were still wild beasts, they had already begun to develop their own civilization.

What is the foundation of a civilization? Is it language or writing?

When a species is able to record its existence in writing, it may signify the birth of civilization.

"So, is this any of your business, Kal'tsit?"

Gard said half-jokingly, but he saw that Kal'tsit's expression remained as calm as ever.

"Hey, I was just kidding. Did you really come all the way to this land thousands of years ago to teach a bunch of lizardmen to speak? Don't do that, it's terrifying!"

Gard made an exaggerated expression, and the crocodile-man's expression was somewhat amusing.

"Galder, are you interested in the secrets of me?"

"Of course, everyone has curiosity."

"Knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing. I don't know if you have the courage to face the truth. If we can't even overcome the difficulties in front of us, the truth will only hinder our progress."

"Hehe, then I'll take that as a promise. As long as we can overcome the current difficulties, you can tell me your secret."

"I didn't promise you..."

Kal'tsit disliked Gard's unilateral actions; if it was something she agreed to, she would definitely do her best to fulfill it.

However, there were some secrets she wouldn't even share with Tracy, and she didn't think her relationship with the crocodile man in front of her was that close.

"Even if it's not all the secrets, telling me one or two secrets I don't know would be fine. We're comrades fighting side by side now, and we're about to go to the battlefield. You can't refuse such a small request, can you?"

Meeting Gard's expectant gaze, Kal'tsit paused for a moment before saying, "In some places, making a wish before going to the battlefield is considered a very unlucky practice."

"Ah, I know about that."

Gard tapped his forehead with his paw.

"However, I've also heard that some people will never die if they still have unfulfilled wishes. Maybe I'm that type."

"Isn't your wish to go to Colombia and marry Seria after this war?"

"Kal'tsit, don't make that kind of promise!"

Gard complained that he wanted to marry not only Seria, but also Gavial and Laurentina.

One isn't enough, is it?

Gard and Kal'tsit stared at each other for a long time, and in the end even Kal'tsit felt that she had made a fool of herself by wasting time with Gard.

It's just one or two secrets.

“What do you want to know?” Kyle asked.

"How old are you this year."

"I refuse to answer!"

Seeing Kal'tsit turn and leave, Gard quickly chased after her.

"Just kidding, just kidding."

Seeing that Kal'tsit ignored him, whether out of anger or for some other reason, Gard told her what he really wanted to know.

"Kal'tsit!"

Gard's voice came from behind Kal'tsit.

"After this battle, tell me about that King of the Grasslands. I'm quite interested in that guy who almost wiped out half of Terra."

Of course, it was fake that he was interested; Gard was just somewhat distracted after seeing Kal'tsit's deduction that the Lord of the Grasslands might still be alive.

Based on what Gard knows, it is very likely that Kal'tsit was behind the Khan's entry into the Hot Lands.

Although we don't know what the relationship is between Kal'tsit and that Khan, we must not let our emotions get the better of us and affect the battle that follows!

Secrets, if kept inside, will mold.

Gard stood still, while Kal'tsit walked forward with her back to him, as if she hadn't heard what he had just said.

Just as Gard thought Kal'tsit wouldn't pay attention to him, he shrugged and prepared to turn away.

Kal'tsit stopped.

"it is good."

She said that.

......

(I've adjusted my schedule, this time it'll definitely be normal. I'll update in the real world from now on. Now, back to writing.)

Chapter 112 Alone

"Adah, tell me, if you were Teacher Kal'tsit, how would you deal with me?"

"Chao Lu doesn't understand why the Khan should still respect her, even though she betrayed him."

"Because she is my teacher, without her, there would be no me."

"..."

This is a grassland that doesn't exist in the real world, a grassland that only exists in memory.

The elderly Khan of the steppe looked up at the sky. A feathered beast let out a long cry, then leaped down onto the steppe. When it took flight again, it had already grabbed a calf-sized animal from beneath its feet.

On the grasslands, livestock are the lifeblood of every Kuranta person living there. Their fur can be made into clothes to be traded in the city, their milk can improve the memory of their offspring, and their meat can help them grow taller and stronger.

The tall steppe Khan took out his bow and arrows and aimed them at the feathered beast that was flying into the distance. The feathered beast flapped its wings and flew higher and higher.

Whoosh!

The long arrow pierced the air, covering a distance of a thousand meters in a flash.

Pounce!

The feathered beast threw away its tamer and narrowly avoided the steppe Khan's arrow.

"Cough cough."

The Khan of the grassland coughed twice.

"Adachi, am I old?"

"No, Khan, how can you be old? The power of that arrow is such that even the best archer on the grasslands couldn't have shot it."

You are lying.

The Khan of Nianmai pointed to the tall figure beside him, shook his head, and smiled.

“I’m old. When I first came here, I wasn’t this old, but I was afraid. I was afraid that I would grow old and become like this.”

“Professor Kelsey said that the secret to her immortality is here.”

"She didn't lie to me."

The nearly two-meter-tall old man's eyes were filled with a deep sense of weariness.

"But I lost, so I can't achieve true immortality and stay young forever like Teacher Kal'tsit."

"I have to pay the price!"

As he finished speaking, the weariness in the old man's eyes gradually disappeared, his hunched back slowly straightened, and his thick, reddish-brown hair cascaded over his shoulders like a lion.

The Khan of the grasslands, the Lord of Nightmares, must be the strongest Nightmare.

Because Nightmare Knights only follow the strong.

To become the king of nightmares, one must naturally be the strongest!

The vast grasslands began to crumble, like a projector with a broken frame, distorting the bodies of the aged Khan and the towering Nightmare Qehye.

"It needs me now."

A powerful voice resounded in the cold, sealed room. His voice seemed to penetrate metal and overcome spatial barriers, reaching the ears of the row of knights standing outside the shelter.

The mechanical body could not be restored, but the skeletons that made up the knights could clearly hear the voice of the Khan they followed.

Even if they were to perish on this land, leaving only skeletons, they would still follow their king, their Khan.

A thousand years ago, there were three hundred members of the Nightmare Kheshig who followed the Khan of the grasslands into the land. Only the strongest and most resilient warrior among the Nightmare Kheshig could obtain the title of Kheshig.

This means they are the Nightmare Lord's confidants, his most trusted warriors, even as the Nightmare army traverses half of Terra and 100,000 Nightmare Knights set foot on this land.

The actual Kheshig still only numbered three hundred.

The ancient civilization, which should have been revived countless years ago, remained silent for thousands of years because of this army of 100,000 nightmares and these 300 nightmare kheshig.

At this point, only nineteen knights remained standing outside the shelter.

Of the kheshig (a type of Japanese military police) who were willing to abandon their human bodies, willing to be transformed into machines, and willing to have their souls forever imprisoned in cold steel, only twenty were included, including those who were destroyed by Gard in the self-destruction of the Originium bomb.

The remaining knights offered their bones but refused to follow their Khan any longer.

Nineteen intelligent humanoid Nightmare Knights, and thirty-four centaur Nightmare Knights created from the skeletons of Nightmare Knights.

These fifty-three Nightmare Knights alone are enough to easily raze a modern mobile city and crush an entire modern army. Even the cannons of high-speed warships are no longer a deadly threat in the face of these knights who have been transformed into machines.

Not to mention, behind the fifty-three Nightmare Knights, there were also countless mechanical legions and modified soldiers, like a tidal wave.

"The heavy rain gave Kal'tsit a chance; otherwise, we would have discovered them as soon as their army got close."

City defense cannons with a range of over fifty kilometers were unheard of for the Khan of Nightmare, as mobile cities did not even exist in his time.

However, as time goes on, more sophisticated weapons of war will be manufactured one by one, and as long as they find more resources, he can always give his knights a more robust physique.

The terminal he destroyed merged with him, gradually feeding his brain with everything it knew.

A thousand years ago, he and his knights fought with everything they had to prevent the revival of civilization on this land.

This time, who can stop them?

Based on those experimental subjects whose genetic codes were tampered with?

"If I were Kal'tsit, I wouldn't launch an attack lightly before gathering enough troops."

The revival of civilizations requires resources, and by cutting off their external and internal energy sources, their development can be greatly curbed.

Even if he dispersed his knights and sent them to escort supplies, it wouldn't work.

His number of knights was limited, making it impossible for him to attend to all the needs of the resurrected ancient civilizations. The resources required each day were astronomical.

Most importantly, if the number of knights is too small, there is even a possibility of being ambushed.

The Khan of the steppes began to ponder that the civilization's revival had not been long enough, and if his teacher Kal'tsit had gathered more than 100,000 experimental subjects, they might indeed have a chance of failure.

That is the meaning of his existence.

"Teacher Kal'tsit, I await your arrival to kill me!"

The Khan of the grasslands laughed. What a disciple most wanted to do was naturally to compete with his teacher.

A thousand years ago, he lost his bet with Kelsey. He never imagined that a thousand years later, he would have another chance to gamble.

This time, he won't lose.

Suddenly, the Khan of the Steppes looked toward the outermost edge of the city.

The location of this city is an extension of his line of sight.

The returning Nightmare Knight brought back many memories. He saw that his teacher was accompanied by many people, including an Adakles who gave the Nightmare Knight the feeling that he was no less impressive than he had been in his youth.

And now, he saw the Adaklis standing outside the town.

Alone.

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Chapter 113 I'll Drain Your Blood!

"What does that Adakles man want to do?"

Upon arriving at the gates of this ancient civilized city, one might think that if the Khan of the Steppes had eyebrows, they would surely be furrowed by now.

In his view, Gard's appearance here must have been at the behest of his teacher, Kal'tsit, so it was worth considering what Gard intended to do next.

First, let's rule out the possibility that the other party intends to storm their city alone. Even if the other party is as single-minded as the Adakles people he's encountered in the rainforest before, Kal'tsit would definitely not agree to such a foolish move.

Secondly, surrender is ruled out. The ancient civilization he is affiliated with is irreconcilably opposed to the current Terran civilization. Based on his understanding of Kal'tsit, it is absolutely impossible for Kal'tsit to surrender.

Finally, there's the matter of fighting on the battlefield. Such things only exist in novels and biographies. He had heard about it when he listened to Kal'tsit's lectures before, but it almost never exists in reality and is meaningless.