Crocodile's Ark of Tomorrow

"Medical team, treat the wounded!"

"Others maintain a defensive posture!"

"..."

The orders were issued one by one, and Charles stared at Gard not far away. Even now, he has not given up the idea of ​​arresting Gard.

But when they entered the town, they didn't carry that kind of weapon of mass destruction, and they didn't prepare some equipment for attacking fortifications.

What he needs to consider is how much he will have to pay to catch Garde. With Garde's speed and strength just now, if he gives Garde a weapon, Charles believes that it will only take a few minutes for Garde to kill all of them. These people he brought.

"*Colombian foul language!*"

Charles cursed secretly. Didn't the intelligence say that Gard was at most comparable to the director of the defense department of Rhine Life?

As the person in charge of the Tobacco and Alcohol Administration in Tremont City, Charles had a lot of dealings with Serea. Although Serea was strong, she was not strong enough to face the army.

These people he brought are not the kind of waste who spend time and drink, only eat, drink, whore and gamble, but 160 Colombian elites!

Charles regretted his decision just now.

The Colombian Tobacco and Alcohol Administration, no matter at home or abroad, almost no one dares to provoke them, and they are used to being strong.

In the end, he happened to meet Gard, a tyrannical and desperate master.

'Will he escape? '

Charles stared at Gard. He had already called for artillery support from the warships of the border guards. It would take at least an hour to reach the attack range.

At the same time, he thought of the other two armored troops that broke into the hotel just now. If he remembered correctly, there was this Adacles companion in the hotel.

Of course, Gard noticed Charles's little move, but he didn't care. Neither Isamaya nor Dario were ordinary people who were powerless.

Especially Isamaya, don't look at Isamaya losing to him, but even Laurentina can't withstand his collision for so many days. Isamaya's physique may be higher than Skadi himself.

Can a group of ordinary armored soldiers beat Skadi?

Sure enough, an explosion came from the hotel.

Adjacent to the hole Gard blasted out with his fist just now, Dario retracted the hand cannon, glanced at Gard from a distance, and pressed his hat.

Behind him, there were a dozen exoskeleton power armor soldiers who wanted to capture him but were defeated by him. He even helped his disciple untie his waist.

On the other side, the young girl of Haisi grabbed the helmet of an armored soldier with her claws like a wild beast. The soldier whose armor was almost destroyed wanted to resist, but the tail behind the young girl slapped her arm broken.

"what----!"

The soldier let out a scream of pain, and the young girl opened her mouth full of sharp teeth, and was about to bite down under the fearful eyes of the soldier.

In the next second, she clicked and took a bite.

"You can't eat indiscriminately!"

Isamaya picked her up, met the young girl's puzzled eyes, and explained: "The hunter doesn't like us to eat raw things."

There was blood on the skirt, and Isamaya wiped it off carefully. Behind her, more than [-] armored soldiers formed a corridor of blood from the entrance of the room to the corridor.

The bodies of some soldiers were almost embedded in the wall, and the broken armor and bone fragments were scattered everywhere. Isamaya felt that she didn't use much strength at all, and these creatures on land disappeared.

"Weak creatures."

Isamaya muttered to herself, she was very puzzled why such a weak creature would come to provoke the hunter.

Alini ran to Dario's room, leaving Cast Iron alone in the room with the door closed, his head buzzing.

Is she on a pirate ship?

The people surrounding the tavern seem to be the Colombian secret police. Did Mr. Gard commit any crime?Why so many secret police came to arrest him?

And Mr. Gard, doesn't seem to want to cooperate?

This last point worries Cast Iron the most. Mr. Galder is probably alone.

Can he stand against a nation?

Watching Charles regroup, Gard didn't stop him.

If his strength has been exposed, he will face enemies who dare to encircle and suppress him.

He will choose to be careful.

But the Colombians don't know his strength. If he wants to deter, and if he wants peace in the future, he must be deterred, and he must start from where they are most confident.

Destroy, crush!

When Charles' formation became complete again, the warlocks even built new bunkers with concrete, which looked indestructible.

Gard just started to move his footsteps.

"I once heard a conversation between two master monks."

"A master asked: There are people in the world who slander me, deceive me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, belittle me, hate me, and lie to me. How should I deal with it?"

"Another master replied: Just bear him, let him, let him, avoid him, endure him, ignore him, stay for a few more years, and you just watch him."

Gard walked to a very dangerous position, both for him and for the position of the Tobacco and Alcohol Administration, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"I was thinking at the time, why do honest people have to be bullied? Should honest people be obedient, ridiculed and despised?"

"Maybe I can't reach the realm of the two masters."

"I only know--"

Gard began to charge, and his voice rang in the ears of all the Colombian soldiers.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

"Reload! Sniper! Warlock!"

Charles' roar sounded, and with the few minutes Gard allowed them to let go, they had already established a position sufficient for a small-scale battle.

In war, the role of warlocks has never been just to attack.

When they are defending, every formation magician who is good at rock and soil is the most efficient engineering soldier.

Two thick walls stood across the street, and the only six heavy equipment left in the team resisted in the center. On the tall buildings on both sides, snipers and warlocks aimed at Gard's advancing route, releasing blasters with origin stones. The crossbow bolts and Originium skills of objects.

Singing sounded like drumming in the battlefield. The bards of the Tobacco and Alcohol Administration used their singing to boost morale, and the stasis master desperately released his Originium skills, trying to slow down Gard's progress.

The road became muddy, and various engineering robots were released by the engineers without hesitation and rushed towards Garde. The traps planted by the trap masters were detonated at this moment.

All kinds of Originium skills are stacked on top of each other, and no pure warrior can face the restraint and delay of dozens of Originium skills and still maintain the original speed.

As long as Gard stops, he will be dragged into the rhythm of war preset by Charles. Because Columbia lacks that kind of monster-level fighters, Colombia has its own unique way of fighting against the strong.

The premise is that Gard is just a pure fighter.

"It's useless."

Standing in the distance, without intervening in the battle on both sides, Hor Haiya acted like a bystander.

"If he is really a monster, this level of restraint means nothing to him."

If Gard is really a behemoth, then can she think that Gard's actions are the last resistance of the behemoths against the wheel of the times?

Not reconciled to sinking like this, as a god, he wants to surpass humans again.

But is Galder really a behemoth?

How will the Behemoth change the history of man?

Hor Haiya seemed to see the arrival of a new era.

And she is witnessing!

on the street.

Originium etched crossbow bolts poured on Gard for free. Through the function of the Originium launcher, the etched crossbow bolts of the Colombian military are not even weaker than those anti-material sniper rifles Gard saw in his previous life.

The bombardment warlocks were chanting, and as long as Garder stopped for a moment, their attacks would fall mercilessly on Garder's head.

The premise is that Gard will stop.

The golden power of ascension emerged from Gard, and the stasis masters, through their origin stone skills, affected the arrangement of the origin stone particles in the air, thus affecting him.

In this world full of source stones, no matter where they are, warlocks can release all kinds of magical spells as long as they hold the staff tightly in their hands.

However, now that you know the formation principle of spells.

So why not destroy them?

Under the reflection of Galder's pupils, the world in front of him changed in a different way. The origin stone spells formed by the stasis masters were like invisible chains tied to him.

Gard's origin stone skill adaptability is average. In other words, he would never be able to learn a decent origin stone spell in his entire life, forming a small fireball at his fingertips.

But, as he thought, he didn't need to learn Originium skills.

Because he already has the power to ascend.

Will the spells arranged by the power of ascension be inferior to the origin stone skills?

In Gard's view, the power of ascension is a much higher power than the origin stone, which can be seen from when he releases the power of ascension.

The source stone is receding.

They are avoiding the power of ascension.

They are afraid!

Therefore, there is only one thing Gard needs to do.

He didn't stop.

He opened his mouth and let out a terrifying and desperate laugh.

"You'd better find all the pieces of meat on your body before you come back!"

The power of ascension spread and exploded from Gard's body.

In an instant, all the warlocks realized that their Originium skills had failed, waiting for them to recover.

Gard had already charged into their line of defense.

"Rampage!"

Gard used one skill, and only this one skill.

The impenetrable line of defense was pierced, and the line of defense arranged by the Tobacco and Alcohol Administration was torn apart.