Chapter 173 Caliburn!!!

The Stone Giant was advancing toward the city.

After a brief moment of dullness, the Soldiers opened their mouths wide.

“God…”

The ear-piercing roar of grinding rock echoed in the air, and the earth trembled with the Stone Giant’s footsteps.

The thick smoke from the forest fire had already covered the sun in the distance, and pungent dark clouds were pressing toward the city along with the wind.

After the entire body of the Stone Giant appeared on the horizon, the Soldiers finally recovered a bit of their senses from the shock.

But they were still hesitant, unable to believe their own eyes.

The giant strode along, and just by acting like that, the hearts of the Soldiers trembled along with the trembling of the ground.

That was not something humans could contend with.

It was just like a tsunami, a hurricane, or an earthquake; the Stone Giant, with a height comparable to a castle, brought the same sensation to people.

And all people could do was just as if they were encountering a tsunami, hurricane, or earthquake.

The infantry captain at the city gate blew the horn, but the things the horn could achieve were better than nothing.

This was an era where mystery was fading.

Nine-tenths of ordinary people had never seen anything related to mysticism in their entire lives.

When they saw such a terrifying monster for the first time, the only thing in their hearts was fear.

The giant strode toward the city; it was so massive that even without running, the speed of its strides exceeded that of horses.

The Soldiers on the city wall shouted, running around in a panic, trying to maintain order at this critical juncture.

Even if it was just an attempt, they had to counterattack at least a little, right?

The garrison, which had been in a state of combat readiness since the news of the Anglo-Saxons appeared, quickly moved into combat positions, and ballistae and catapults were quickly put into place.

“Load!” The commander watched the gradually approaching mountain of flesh, breathing heavily.

Everyone could run, but they could not.

The engineers turned the gears with sweat pouring down their faces, loading ammunition, while the gunner pulled the trigger with trembling hands.

Bolts and stones flew toward the Stone Giant, all shattering against its hard, inorganic body.

It had no effect.

The advancing Stone Giant tore chunks of stone from its body and hurled them; the stones soared high over the walls, smashing a residence to pieces.

The civilians behind the wall did not know what was happening. First, the ground trembled, and a thunderous sound appeared on the horizon. In a very short time, the sound of horns echoed through all the posts in the city, and then huge stones falling from the sky destroyed houses. They thought the Anglo-Saxons had suddenly begun to attack the city, and chaos erupted instantly.

“Run!!!” the officer on the wall roared.

The people behind the wall had already seen the faceless head of the Stone Giant.

The citizens screamed and fled, pushing and trampling one another.

The Soldiers were no better; they threw down their weapons, their faces showing nothing but terror. To escape the wall as quickly as possible, some even grabbed the ropes of the cranes and slid down.

A Guard was knocked off the wall by the running crowd, screaming as he crashed into a pile of wooden crates.

But no one cared about him anymore.

The Stone Giant bent down in front of the wall, rocks grinding with its movements, as it looked down at the city.

No one knew what was being thought inside that head made of stone. The Stone Giant was fundamentally different from humans, a difference that began with the most basic elements that composed its body.

It was like comparing humans to insects without an internal skeleton. Could an insect understand human thoughts? Could it understand whether a Soldier would show mercy when destroying a termite mound?

The Stone Giant lifted its foot.

The proud walls of Lancaster collapsed like a sandcastle.

The stones flying into the city became powerful weapons, directly covering everyone in the entire street.

Whether it was the fleeing Soldiers or the screaming citizens, the stones flying toward them held no mercy.

By the time the Stone Giant walked into the city, it was already a street covered in blood and broken bones.

Once upon a time, the creatures called humans were but one of the countless inconspicuous lives in this world. From the moment human history was recorded, gods and exotic beasts, driven by their nature, brought them endless disasters.

But human heroes, through sacrifice and dedication, wrote epic after epic of rebellion against the gods for this group. Humans multiplied and flourished on this planet; they took this world from the hands of the mysterious… No, it cannot be called taking; it was humans who won this era for themselves through thousands and tens of thousands of years of war, bestowing time upon their civilization…

And now.

‘That day, humanity finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the mysterious…’

The bricks and stones could not withstand the weight of the Stone Giant, cracking inch by inch under its trampling.

The Stone Giant was like a child who had broken into a playground, its hard ‘vocal cords’ emitting sounds that were difficult to distinguish. With every gesture, buildings were destroyed, and streets were wiped out.

The commotion had long since reached the palace of King Braidin.

When the Stone Giant destroyed the king’s city as if dismantling a sandcastle on the beach, the king was equally panicked and fearful.

But unlike others, he was the king, and he had the responsibility to remain calm.

“Open the palace gates and let the people come in for shelter!”

“But, Your Majesty!” the court steward shouted anxiously, sweat soaking his hairline: “The palace cannot stop that monster!”

As if echoing the steward’s command, the trembling of the ground made Braidin stumble.

The entire palace seemed to be moaning.

“I suggest we leave here, as far away as possible. As soon as you give the order, we can immediately take our things and set off!”

“What exactly is that thing, where did it come from, and why did it come? I cannot even figure that out…” Braidin held his forehead in pain.

“Your Majesty, our time is short…” the court supervisor wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, his anxiety having reached a level that made him frantic.

Braidin retorted: “We are leaving again? Where can we go?”

To the north? Continue north, fleeing into another king’s land? But what about his own country?

Are the Anglo-Saxons not enough? The people killed by those barbarians, the land they occupied, the cities they destroyed—is that not enough?

And what is that rock giant?

Is this a punishment from the gods?

What did Britain do wrong? What did the people do wrong? Everyone is born with sin, so what kind of great sin did the Britons commit to make them suffer such misery in this life?

Braidin pounded his forehead with his fist, as if that could make the grief and indignation in his heart subside.

“Hey, stop, stop, get down!”

The shouts of Guards came from outside the open palace gates.

A horse jumped over the Guards’ obstruction, rushed into the palace, and charged straight toward Braidin’s throne.

The king saw clearly the Soldier on that strange horse.

“Whoa—” Artoria pulled the reins sharply, and Torrent reared its front hooves high beneath Braidin’s throne.

“Pr… Artoria!” Braidin stood up abruptly: “What exactly happened?”

Artoria seemed like his savior.