Crocodile's Ark of Tomorrow

But when he faced faster enemies, he was always used to relying on his power of ascension, and he limited their speed, so naturally they could no longer pose a threat to him.

The most typical example is Gloria.

Is Gloria not strong?

No, she is very strong, even stronger than Cyril who did not use Originium skills.

However, he grabbed her with his ascension force.

So she lost.

But now, he wasn't trying to defeat anyone.

If he wants to become strong, he must face up to the things that can make everything strong.

The so-called skill is speed.

Faster, more accurate, more ruthless!

He got it!

Cyril's continuous attacks defeated Gard's defense line, but did not hurt him. His strong body was enough for Gard to be tossed at will.

He had just landed when he saw that Cyril was coming.

With a distance of tens of meters, Cyril launched a charge. The old Pegasus who had returned to the peak announced his return in his own way.

Burning golden flames all over his body, Cyril's light was more turbulent and purer than Margaret's light.

"Haha, let the horse come here!"

A happy smile appeared on the crocodile man's face. He grinned grinningly and waved his weapon.

He knows his own shortcomings.

So now, he must work hard to correct and improve.

collision!collision!Collide again!

Gard eagerly learned Cyril's fighting style and power-generating skills. These things may not be suitable for him, but they can be used as a reference.

It doesn't matter if you get knocked down once.

It's okay to get knocked down twice.

It was impossible for Cyril to knock him down all the time.

But after hitting like this all the time, Cyril almost vomited blood.

Is this Adacles a monster?

He has already hit Gard so many times, why Gard still stands up like a normal person, is he an Addacles or a Sarkaz Wendigo?

A pure-blood Wendigo isn't as outrageous as him, is it?

"Don't fight, don't fight!"

Seeing that Gard was almost able to catch up with his attack speed, Cyril hurriedly called to stop, and he felt that his consciousness was almost blurred.

"You win!"

Cyril sighed, not only his consciousness, but his physical strength had already begun to decline after fighting continuously for half an hour with high intensity.

"What is your kid's body made of?"

Cyril patted Gard on the shoulder, causing Gard to scratch his head in embarrassment. What can he do? The body of the Ascended is so strong.

And Cyril looked at Gard like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law, and the more he looked at him, the more satisfied he became.

Although the combination of Kuranta and Adacles, the child born may not necessarily be Kuranta, but it has at least a half chance.

It is impossible to give birth to a few more.

When the time comes, let one of Kuranta's children be named Linguang.

No problem at all, right?

He doesn't count on Manna, and he doesn't want to put the burden on Manna alone. The only question is whether Gard will dislike the current situation of their Linguang family.

"Garde, what do you think of our Linguang family?"

Although he still had some thoughts about the battle with Cyril just now, but knowing that Cyril's physique could not compare with his own, Gard did not force it, but nodded and said very pertinently.

"I feel good."

Kind, humble, and full of sense of justice.

I'm afraid no one would mind being friends with people from Linguang's family.

"Then what do you think of Margaret's child?"

When he said this, Cyril was inexplicably guilty, and felt that he was no different from those nobles who married their children.

"I see a strong sense of justice in Margaret, but Mr. Cyril, I'm afraid you also know that such a sense of justice may not be a good thing in the current Casimir."

Gard shook his head, he knew Margaret's ending after this knight competition, so he was able to make such a conclusion.

And Cyril's age made him not as naive as Margaret.

He knew what would happen to Margaret if she won the knight championship, but as a grandfather, he did not choose to let Margaret give up.

He chose to stand behind Margaret and escort Margaret.

But, can he really protect Margaret?

And that's not what he wanted to ask...

"Master Cyril, don't worry, Margaret is my friend. If something happens to her, I will help her."

It just so happens that he has a new idea now, it won't take too long to go back and forth, and he should be able to catch up with Margaret to end his journey of knight competition.

However, with the Black Knight present in this competition, it shouldn't be so easy for Margaret to win the championship, right?

Seeing Gard avoiding his topic, Xiril suddenly understood that Gard didn't want to continue this topic.

He has a crush on Margaret, but this is a matter between him and Margaret, and no one else needs to interfere.

This made Cyril sigh inwardly.

It would be great if his good granddaughter could really react.

I'm afraid that others will get there first, and it will be too late to regret it.

'Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. '

Cyril shook his head and looked to another part of the conscious world.

A family of four is sitting together and chatting.

He hoped in his heart that it would be great if this scene could last forever.

But he knew it was impossible.

In the real world, near ten o'clock in the evening, Manna came home from overtime work.

This once high-spirited young man seems to have been smoothed by the society. The sharpest weapon on his body is no longer a sharp long sword, but an ordinary paper cutter.

'Casimir no longer needs knights! '

When walking in the streets and alleys, Manna could often read such messages in the newspapers he often read, but he did not comment.

In this era, it is not his turn to make an evaluation, and only future generations can make an evaluation.

He has no way to interfere with the rise and fall of Casimir.

Just as he can't interfere with his niece's preferences, even if he doesn't like it, he can only admit that this is the other party's choice.

There is only one thing he can do.

Before his elder brother, before his elder brother returns home, take good care of their Linguang home.

A lot of weeds had grown in the spacious courtyard, and Linguang's current financial situation did not allow him to hire an extra maid or gardener.

'Let Maria pull weeds in the yard tomorrow. '

When Manna thought of her radio that had been dismantled into a pile of parts, the corner of her mouth couldn't help twitching. For the sake of her brother, he didn't beat her up.

Pushing open the door of the house, the lights in the hall were still on.

The tall but thin old man was sitting in the hall leaning on crutches, rubbing his somewhat sore lower back. Although the battle took place in the conscious world, the exhaustion of consciousness was implicated in the real body.

"Father!"

"Oh, Manna, you're back."

"Are you feeling unwell again? I'll ask Dr. Daniel to come and see you right away."

"No need, it's an old problem."

Cyril shook his head with a smile. Manna found that although the old man was a little uncomfortable physically, he was in good spirits, which made him even more worried.

"I'd better ask Dr. Daniel to come over."

Hearing Manna's insistence, Cyril no longer refused, but looked at the floor with a smile, as if thinking about something.

"Mana."

"Ok?"

"Go and meet your brother, haven't you always wanted to find him?"

"elder brother!?"

Hearing what Cyril said, Manna was stunned, and he didn't even notice that the briefcase in his hand fell to the ground.

"Brother, is he back?"

"It's just news, but now, there is still a way to meet him."

"how should I do?"

Manna clenched his fists. He has been looking for Snitz for so many years. If he can meet his brother again, he will know where Snitz has been all these years.

No matter what he is asked to do, he is willing!

"Don't be so serious, you should thank Gard, he found Snitz and Yolanta."

"The Adacles?"