The Butcher of Sargon (LoL x Arknight Fanfiction)

Something's wrong! 

There has to be something wrong! 

Maybe it was wrong from the very beginning! 

Mon3tr couldn't fully protect Kal'tsit, and even just the shockwave from the giant sword brought her to the brink of death. 

She finally realized where she went wrong. 

Their enemy wasn't some ancient civilization! 

Her consciousness gradually began to blur. She wanted to detonate the Originium explosives in her hand, but her limbs simply wouldn't obey her commands. 

She had planned meticulously before coming here, and Garde's involvement had been an unexpected boon. 

The crocodile man was strong, strong enough to draw the attention of the factory's terminal intelligence all by himself, forcing it to use a significant amount of processing power to plan a siege against him. 

Without that, she wouldn't have been able to hack into the terminal system and shut the defense gates of the control center. 

Yet, even so, she had still failed. 

Because what had awakened wasn't an ancient civilization, but an ancient nomadic tribe. 

A thousand years ago, the grassland army invaded the Hotlands. 

They failed, and they succeeded! 

They abandoned their fragile bodies in exchange for stronger ones. 

And now, they will return in full force. 

After a thousand years, the Nightzmora will begin its second expedition. 

This time, who can stop them? 

Sargon, whose king is missing and only left legends behind? 

Columbia, which only knows how to expand territories and chase profits? 

Or perhaps Kazimierz, the kingdom where the glory of knights has faded to oblivion? 

Victoria, who sent their king to the guillotine... 

Kal'tsit didn't want to comment on these nations, on their rulers, or criticize the people in it. 

But she couldn't help it! 

"Shit!" 

With the last of her strength, Kal'tsit's eyelids slowly closed. She saw the knight's giant sword about to fall, as if finally about to execute the jester who had bewitched his king. 

If she wakes up again, hopefully, she'll have a better body, at least not one as weak as this. 

Of course, maybe she won't even get that chance. 

The knight's sword didn't fall. 

The sword that should have struck down swung horizontally instead, blocking a giant axe that was flying toward the terminal intelligence. In just that blink of an eye, a crocodile man, following closely behind his weapon, appeared in front of the knight. 

Bang!

With one punch, the knight was sent flying several meters away, carving a long groove into the ground. 

"Adakrys?" 

"Oh, you can talk?" 

The Nightzmora Knight Garde had encountered before could speak too, but it didn't seem to have a distinct personality like the one in front of him. 

After landing a punch that sent the Nightzmora Knight flying, Garde carefully laid down Saria on the ground and glanced at Kal'tsit, who was still lying there. 

"Kal'tsit, are you still alive?" 

"Heh." 

Lying on the ground, Kal'tsit suddenly felt like laughing. Seeing Garde appear before her at such a critical moment, she wondered: was it her fate not to die today, or was it the fate of all living things on this land to not perish? 

Out of the three of them, the one with the most dangerous task was in the best condition. 

Just how tough is this crocodile man's body? 

However, while Garde's body might be tough, his clothing wasn't. 

When Garde arrived at the control center, he was completely stark naked, so much so that when he squatted down to check Kal'tsit's injuries, she was almost smacked in the face by his manhood. 

"Garde, please put away your reproductive organ." 

Kal'tsit, suppressing the urge to yell at him, whispered softly. 

This idiot crocodile man—not only was his body so robust, even his reproductive organ was huge.

She tried to shake off the messy thoughts in her mind, but they just kept flooding in. 

Kal'tsit, who had been on the verge of passing out, felt a renewed surge of energy due to Garde's sudden appearance. 

But now, that surge of energy was fading fast. 

"I'd love to put it away, but I'm a crocodile man, not a crocodile..." 

Garde couldn't help but complain. What could he do? He was just as frustrated!

After an intense battle, it's a trope seen only in comics and anime that at least a pair of underpants remains intact. 

Imagine this: Garde being hit by a shell with a temperature of at least two to three thousand degrees Celsius. It's a miracle he survived, let alone preserved his underpants. 

Two to three thousand degrees of heat could melt steel—how could his underpants withstand such high temperatures? 

"But judging by how lively you are, you're not going to die anytime soon." 

Garde picked up his massive axe and slung it over his shoulder. 

"Leave the rest to me!" 

Garde looked at the Nightzmora Knight not far away, his expression becoming slightly grim. 

"Mon3tr, can it recover?" 

"Hiss—" 

A scraping sound came from the air. Mon3tr, which had been scattered by the Nightzmora Knight, struggled to reform its shape. 

Though it couldn't fight, it could transform into a shield to block the aftershocks of Garde's upcoming battle with the Nightzmora Knight. 

The next second, Garde initiated his attack. 

Clang! 

The giant axe in his hand clashed with the Nightzmora Knight's longsword, producing the sound of metal colliding. 

The strength of this Nightzmora Knight wasn't greater than the one Garde had encountered before. Even without fighting at full power, the upgraded Garde could withstand such attacks. 

However, what made this Nightzmora Knight stronger than the previous one wasn't its strength. 

It was its intelligence! 

"To think that even among the Adakrys, there could be warriors like you!" 

The Nightzmora Knight's sword suddenly split in half during its clash with Garde. It allowed Garde's axe to strike its body while gripping its now two swords, slashing at Garde in return. 

A trade of injuries! 

Garde had always been the one launching attacks against his enemies; this was the first time he'd encountered someone willing to exchange blow for blow with him. 

Garde's axe left a huge gash on the Nightzmora Knight's armor, but the knight's twin swords also tore through Garde's body. 

Squelch— 

Blood poured from Garde like water. After the strike, he knelt on one knee, while the Nightzmora Knight stood unfazed. 

"Adakrys, you are gravely injured. You've exhausted yourself to drain the terminal intelligence's processing power, and now you are spent, while I remain unharmed." 

The Nightzmora Knight looked down on Garde, its mechanical gaze filled with something akin to pity. 

"In the end, a body of flesh is only capable of this much. If you were at full strength, even the strongest warrior under the Khan might not be your match." 

"So, from the very beginning, I never intended to defeat you!" 

Fully aware of how terrible his current physical state was—his Ascension power nearly depleted, his once sturdy body now covered in wounds—Garde was in no shape to fight. 

Could he kill this knight with the little remaining Ascension power he had? 

Garde didn't dare to gamble. Nor did he want to. 

A liquid Originium bomb appeared in his hand, and Garde waved it smugly at the Nightzmora Knight. 

"Kal'tsit didn't have the strength to throw this thing, but I'm not like her." 

"You—" 

If the Nightzmora Knight had a face, it would surely be twisted in a grim expression right now. 

But unfortunately, Garde didn't have time to enjoy the knight's reaction. 

In the moment before the knight's next strike could land, Garde threw the liquid Originium bomb with all his might toward the terminal intelligence at the control center. 

The force was immense, the speed blinding. 

Even with multiple safety mechanisms in place, the bomb would surely explode under such an impact. 

Having endured the knight's blow, Garde watched as the Nightzmora Knight abandoned him and let out a series of frantic, unintelligible metallic sounds while chasing after the bomb. 

Without hesitation, Garde turned back and embraced Mon3tr, which had already wrapped Saria and Kal'tsit in multiple protective layers. 

This was the unspoken understanding between him and Mon3tr—something the Nightzmora Knight couldn't comprehend. 

The knight thought Garde only wanted Mon3tr to protect Saria and Kal'tsit, but in reality, Garde sought an even deeper level of protection. 

Clang! 

The liquid Originium bomb collided with the metal console. 

The Nightzmora Knight failed to stop the bomb's detonation. 

Garde shielded the heavily injured Saria and Kal'tsit with his broad arms, squeezing out the last bit of Ascension power within him. 

A golden illusion of a crocodile emerged over Garde's body. 

The explosion engulfed Garde's group, swallowing the entire control center along with them. 

Boom!!! 

As the explosion echoed, all the mechanical guards attempting to enter the control center to protect the terminal intelligence halted in their tracks. 

The light in their eyes faded away.

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