"War can break out at any time. But what is even more frightening may not be the war itself, but the karmic retribution of those who made it happen."Or blame me
You’re blaming your friends so much, aren’t you?
Dryard’s words don’t seem to simply say “war is bad,” but rather that the choices made by living beings will ultimately come back to haunt them.
But at that moment.
Between the traces of the dead city, movement arises once more.
Behind the pile of stones.
In the darkness.
Monsters emerge between the forest and the ruins.
The stone trolls walk in, wrapped in massive rocks around their bodies.
Thud.
Thud.
With every step, the ground shakes.
The stone-like skin is as hard as armor, and every time it swings its arm, chunks of rock burst forth.
"Is it a troll…”
Gais grabs the spear.
But this time, it’s not just a simple troll.
Individuals distorted by the influence of Erebus.
Rock troll
High defense with rock skin
Drop your arm to smash and destroy the ground
Absorbs and regenerates surrounding stones
Black Stone Troll
The darkness’s decision pierces the body
Dark shockwave generated
Movement in the shadows
Crystal Stone Troll
Crystal arthropod formation
Crystal Shard Launch
Mana attack reflection
spreader
Erebus-influencing variant
Rampage the surrounding creatures
Emitting a black wave
And movement can be seen from the sky as well.
Grapevine.
Hippogriff.
But it is not a normal living creature.
Black feathers and twisted wings.
A red light glows in the eyes.
And in the meantime.
A giant Catoblepas appears.
Stepping on the ground, it spews a fog of poison.
Gais does not stop.
A stone is flying.
Bang!
Block it with a shield.
Rock fragments scatter in all directions.
At that moment.
Lightning falls from the sky.
But Gais does not avoid it.
Lift the window.
It sends electricity through and receives it just as it is.
And then it charges forward.
Pierce.
Swinging slash.
Cutting the darkness.
The lightning spreads along the edge of the spear.
The stone troll’s armor cracks.
But there is another trace ahead.
The end of the battlefield.
Beyond the ruins.
A place where black mist rises.
The dryard looks.
"Gais… There’s something over there too."
It’s not even an outpost…”
“Then what is it?”
There was nothing there that was caused by war,
It feels like something left behind after the war is waiting