NOVEL NEXT Volume 1 Chapter 62: I, the Crocodile Man, Love Peace the Most!
The sudden sound by his ear did not distract Garde.
He first turned his head to look at the tiny Nightzmora Knights at his feet, as small as ants.
Garde’s transformation alarmed the Nightzmora Knights.
In reality, they were not as omnipotent as they believed themselves to be.
Their power was dependent on their perception.
Perhaps the first Nightzmora Knight, upon creating his own dream, was omnipotent within it.
However, as more knights connected their dreams, conflicts arose, ultimately forming a balance.
What happens in the dream must be within their knowledge.
Neither the enemy nor themselves could transcend the constraints of their own will.
In other words, the Nightzmora Knights were as strong in the dream as they were in reality.
This was an immutable law!
But before them now stood a giant, a colossal figure reaching the sky.
To the eyes of the crocodile man, they were as insignificant as ants.
“Impossible!!”
A Nightzmora Knight, riding his beloved steed, looked at Garde’s massive form and shouted in disbelief.
The laws of the dream were unbreakable; this was not only against them but also against all Nightzmora Knights and even some gods and giant beasts walking this land.
Because the Empire of Consciousness connected countless dreams, merely imagining oneself becoming stronger in a dream was absolutely unacknowledged by the dream’s laws.
In other words, the Adakrys before them was either this powerful in reality, or the laws of the dream recognized that he would ultimately grow to such a degree!
“Monster!”
The Nightzmora Knight gritted his teeth.
The Adakrys before him reminded him of something from long ago, so long ago that he had forgotten exactly when.
But back then, he would not retreat.
The knight noticed that upon seeing Garde’s giant form, he had retreated.
Was it out of fear? Could a nightmare spreader feel fear?
“What a disgrace!”
The knight recalled, many suns and moons ago, following a great figure and traversing the lands of Terra.
They came, they conquered, they spread fear.
Even the wild beasts born from the earth could only kneel under their iron hooves.
Why was he afraid?
Why did he fear?
Ah, he understood now—it was because the one he followed was gone, the one he pledged allegiance to had disappeared.
Where was his Khagan?
Boom!
A fist smashed down, sending shockwaves through the air.
Just the sound of the fist cutting through the air gave all the Nightzmora Knights a sense of apocalyptic despair.
But the knight raised his long knife.
“Ha-hoo!!!”
In the realm of consciousness, the horn of the Nightzmora Knights’ charge sounded.
“Wooooo—”
The deep horn sound revitalized all the Nightzmora Knights, as if they had found their backbone.
The knight was not among the first group of Nightzmora Knights to follow the Khagan, but living on the grasslands, he knew the legends of the knights and had heard of their valiant deeds.
The iron hooves of the Nightzmoras had once trampled over half of the Terra continent, bringing most of its nations underfoot.
From a young age, he had been honing his martial skills, hoping that one day, he could become a knight following the Khagan, serving as a guard to the Khagan.
He achieved it!
He conquered, killed, and spread fear.
Finally, he gained the qualification to follow the Khagan, becoming a Nightzmora guard, a servant to the Khagan.
But the Khagan was gone.
They wandered in this wasteland year after year, decade after decade, yet they never saw their Khagan again.
But, because the Khagan was gone, should he be fearful, should he become cowardly?
No, no!
Absolutely not!
The Khagan had always been watching them.
No matter where the Khagan went, they would follow.
As long as the Khagan called for them, they would conquer even this Hotland one day!
If anyone wanted to desecrate their remains, tarnish their honor, or deny their will, even gods would be trampled underfoot!
“Ha-hoo!” “Ha-hoo!” “Ha-hoo!”
The Nightzmoras launched their charge—they were born to charge.
Boom!
Garde’s fist slammed down, the ground split apart, and the Nightzmora Knights at the forefront were pulverized.
This time, the knight did not revive.
“If you want to die, I’ll send you to your death!”
Facing the charging knights, Garde’s fists, axe, and tail kept smashing down.
His colossal body gave each of his actions immense destructive power.
Garde noted the pride and honor of the Nightzmoras, but this was not a reason for them to stand in his way.
“I’ll send you to meet your Khagan!”
His massive axe swept across, and Nightzmora Knights fell one after another by Garde’s hand.
In the world of consciousness, the power Garde wielded was unimaginably immense.
No, this was the power he inherently possessed.
It was just that his physical body in reality did not allow him to use his power so extravagantly.
The number of Nightzmora Knights rapidly dwindled, from two thousand to one thousand, then five hundred, and eventually to less than a hundred.
The ascension power within Garde was being rapidly consumed.
Each time he erased a Nightzmora Knight’s trace, it drained his ascension power.
But Garde didn’t care because he knew that only by erasing these Nightzmora Knights could he better rescue Saria and the others.
As for the one who had promised to help him earlier, he could deal with that person after killing all these Nightzmora Knights.
As Garde’s ascension power depleted, his form gradually returned to its original state.
The pressure from the Nightzmora Knights began to increase, and wounds inflicted by them started appearing on Garde’s body.
When Garde finally reverted to his original form, only seven or eight Nightzmora Knights remained.
These remaining Nightzmora Knights each gave Garde a feeling comparable to Saria; in life, they had all been formidable warriors emerging from seas of blood and mountains of corpses.
“Adakrys man, we acknowledge you,” one of the Nightzmora Knights spoke, his tone tinged with regret. “If you had lived in our era, you could have become the mightiest warrior under the Khagan.”
“Heh, I have no intention of serving anyone,”
“That must be because you have never met our Khagan.”
Clearly, the Nightzmora Knights misunderstood Garde.
They believed that someone as powerful as Garde must have ambitions to achieve great feats.
But Garde had only ever had one ambition.
“If I ever meet your Khagan, I’ll beat the brains out of your Khagan head. Why always think of fighting and killing? Isn’t it better to have a warm home with a wife and children?”
The crocodile man, holding his blood-stained axe, opened his mouth still lined with pieces of Nightzmora Knight flesh and grinned hideously.
“I, the crocodile man, love peace the most!”