The beetle colossus emerged from the western field at thirty-five hours and nine minutes.
It was taller than the remaining barricades. A black shell covered its body, scarred by old impacts and reinforced with metal plates. The horn rising from its head split into two hooked points capable of lifting a wagon.
Goblins followed in its wake.
Golden Axe had prepared for the creature after seeing signs of it during an earlier wave. Preparation did not make the thing smaller.
Matthew sent no order to kill it.
The guild could spend every advanced skill and enchanted bolt breaking through the shell. Even if it succeeded, thousands of goblins remained in the scenario. Their objective was not to defeat the strongest creature Hizon possessed.
It was to keep six merchants alive until the clock reached forty-eight hours.
