Crocodile's Ark of Tomorrow

(Because the chapters need to be reviewed in the recent period, the update in the underworld is generally only visible during the day.)

(I won’t write the summary for September. Just to put it simply, I have updated 15 words, which is really overwhelmed. I still think that I will update it to at least 18 words in the past few days, so that I can open a new reward.)

(As a result, I am obsessed with meat pigeons these days, and I finally got so much more. The original reward still owed 45 chapters, but now I still owe [-] chapters, and I still owe [-] chapters.)

(Try to pay it off in October.)

Volume 30 Come to Their Family: Chapter [-] Light and Hope

when--!

Long axes and swords clashed.

Originium skills were not used, but collisions between pure weapons.

once!

twice!

three times!

It was Gard who took the initiative to attack at the beginning, and Margaret just defended passively, just when she thought she had seen Gard's attack clearly and was about to counterattack.

Galder's ax swing changed.

The strength has not changed, nor has the speed, what has changed is the way of fighting.

Margaret found that it took her a full minute to adapt to Garde's fighting rhythm, but it took Garder less than ten seconds to regain control of the fighting rhythm in her own hands.

"How can simple adaptation catch up with active changes?"

When Galder's voice sounded, Margaret suddenly realized that she couldn't see Galder's movements at all. The moves were still the same, but there was no hesitation or pause, and she became fierce and fierce.

"Our so-called moves are actually fighting instincts, practice makes perfect, don't think about it, don't hesitate, believe in the results of your thousands of trainings."

In real battles, close combat, there is no time to think at all.

UI!

Only fast, faster, without hesitation, with the attitude of killing the enemy.

To fight, to fight.

Hesitating means that you are not ready yet, and you don't have the courage to become a warrior.

In a real battle, people will die!

"Margaret, next, you can use Originium skills."

The moment the voice fell, Margaret found that in front of her, the expression of the Adacles, who seemed to be very gentle when speaking, suddenly changed, becoming fierce and cruel.

"But......"

Aren't they sparring?

Margaret originally wanted to say this, but at the moment of her hesitation, the sword in her hand slowed down a step, and the sharp ax almost brushed her cheek.

"Margaret, do you know what you lack now?"

Galder's eyes turned scarlet, and being stared at by Garder's eyes, Margaret felt like her heart was being held by a big hand.

"You lack the experience of fighting!"

Fighting is different from performing exercises. If you face an opponent whose level is much lower than your own, you can still take the initiative with your excellent skills and physique.

But what if you face an opponent of your own strength?

boom!

Before she had time to react, Margaret still had to stick to the rules of knight fighting. In a knight duel, once the origin stone skill was used, it meant that it was a fight with all its strength.

What's more, Gard hasn't used Originium skills yet.

How could she be the first to use it?

In just a split second, her sword was knocked down, and the ax blade mercilessly slashed across her neck.

Her brain went blank in an instant, before Margaret even had time to react to what happened, the knocked down sword returned to her hand, and her split neck was intact, as if everything that happened before was happening dream.

dream?

Gard's ax struck again, and this time Margaret put her weapon in front of her in a panic.

Blocked the blow.

Clang!

Gard's voice sounded again.

"Margaret, don't you still use your Originium skills?"

At this moment, Margaret realized.

It's not that Gard didn't use the Originium skill, he had already used it, but she didn't even know when Gard dragged her into his dream.

The spacious yard, the grandfather, uncle and younger sister standing not far away watching the battle, the bright sky... everything around suddenly disappeared, and Margaret was enveloped in darkness.

The only thing that remains the same is Gard's hand holding the axe.

Margaret knew that she couldn't hesitate anymore, the light gathered in her hands, lighting up the darkness, the dazzling light erupted between her and Gard, and a layer of golden light attached to her sword and gun like a flame.

Her sword and spear are both her weapon and her staff.

Passing through the golden flame separating the two, Margaret's sword and spear stabbed towards Gard, moving forward without hesitation.

呲————!

The ax handle rubbed against the blade, and the golden flame burned Gard's palm along the ax handle, but the crocodile's tall body passed through the golden flame and appeared in front of Margaret.

"Injury or life, which one is more important?"

In the dream, Margaret died for the second time.

If the first time was an accident, then the second time, Margaret finally realized.

Gard is serious!

Many times, a person's bodily functions will be affected by consciousness, but as long as Gard recovers quickly enough, Margaret will be able to recognize her own death in Margaret's consciousness and recover her.

Pain, frustration, fear... Gard will mercilessly impose on Margaret.

Nothing can sharpen a person's will like life and death.

If you don't want to be killed, then kill the enemy!

However, doing so is not without its drawbacks.

If Margaret is used to death, after leaving the dream, she will regard reality as a dream.

The fun would be great.

But how many times do you have to die before you can even get used to death?

Gard didn't want to do that.

He didn't want Margaret to become a cold killing machine, he just wanted Margaret to lose his luck, since he held the sword in his hand tightly, don't hesitate.

A sword is a sword.

It has never been a weapon to protect others.

It has only one effect.

That is to kill the enemy!

......

One hour has passed since I came to Guang's training ground.

Maria had already left because she was bored.

She couldn't understand why she was sleeping, her sister and brother Gard seemed to be asleep.

Only Cyril and Manan remained standing.

After a long silence, Manna suddenly said, "Father, you should go back and rest."

Cyril shook his head: "I want to see it again."

"This competition is meaningless." Manna didn't seem to want to make any comments. He looked at the two people on the training ground, and after a while, he said slowly: "Margaret is not the opponent of the Adacles. .”

"is it?"

"Regardless of fighting skills or experience, they are not on the same level."

Manna could see that the temperament of the Adacles in battle was the same as that of those elite soldiers who had experienced many battles. Mercenaries and the like could never cultivate such a temperament, let alone an ordinary company executive. .

Margaret's fighting skills are not bad, but she lacks the experience of real fighting, which is not reflected in the knight competitions held by those businessmen.

That's why Manna denounced that the knight competitions held by those merchants were just ridiculous performances. Real knights never bothered to participate in such so-called knight competitions.

"And, that Adacles, keep your hands."

Although it had been a long time since she had fought seriously, it didn't mean that Manner couldn't tell how much power Gard had exerted. Margaret could only resist Gard's attacks constantly during the battle, so she couldn't tell.

However, as a bystander, Manna clearly saw that when the Atakles man swung his axe, all the muscles in his body were in a relaxed state.

Now, that Adacles seems to have used some kind of Originium skill, which allowed him and Margaret to break away from the purely physical battle and enter some kind of conscious confrontation.

This kind of origin stone skill is very rare, but it is not that Manna has never come into contact with similar existences after wandering between Casimir and Letania.

But what's the point?

Manna's fingers trembled unconsciously. Seeing this scene, Cyril smiled lightly and said, "Why, my hands are itchy, do you want to fight that kid instead of Margaret?"

"Humph."

Manna closed his eyes and asked him, a middle-aged man who was almost 40 years old, to fight a young man just now, and he still couldn't get rid of that face.

He didn't notice that after he closed his eyes, Cyril looked at Gard on the training ground, and then at Manann, with helpless eyes.

'That kid is not so easy to deal with! '

Cyril actually didn't want to admit it. He felt pressure from an Adacles who was much younger than himself.

Even though his body was old, his energy was at its peak.