The Giant Rock Dragon stopped retreating and strained to lift its neck.
Its enormous body slammed forward with all its might.
Its hard head embedded itself in the wall, making the ground tremble slightly.
The Beaked Eagle spread its wings. Under the cover of night, it silently ascended, clutching the Staff of God.
Fifty meters, one hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters...
The Giant Rock Dragon sensed the humans high above through the vibrations in its thick footpads.
With a low roar, it resolutely headed for the western exit.
"Pour the gasoline on it!"
Splashes of gasoline rained down on its back, and the pungent smell filled the air.
The Giant Rock Dragon found the smell strange and acrid, but since it didn't seem to be a problem, it ignored it.
WHOOSH—
Four heavy bolts from the Heavy Crossbows struck the Giant Rock Dragon at almost the same instant.
