Breaking the defense, breaking the defense, still breaking the damn defense!
And now, in this ancient relic buried for who knows how long, there exists such a dangerous weapon.
Is this reasonable?
Moreover, it can still be used!
No, is this reasonable!!?
At this moment, Herbert dearly hoped this was just an innocuous joke left by the Elven predecessors for later generations.
How he wished this was all fake, and someone would pop out to mock them.
Ha ha!
Scared, weren't you?
Just kidding!
No magic energy cannon here!
Just playing a little prank on you~
But he also knew that was probably just his extravagant hope.
Because the crisis... was rapidly escalating!
Thump thump!
The intense life-or-death crisis suddenly paused Herbert's heartbeat, and the blood in his veins turned cold.
The near-death feeling he experienced when stabbed in the back by the God of Assassination crept up his spine once more.
