200. At the End of the Apocalypse -2 (Part Two)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

Hrungnir shifted its gaze over to Utgar over yonder, still engaged in a bitter struggle against Metatron.

The mechanical angel punched at the gargantuan beast. Sparks exploded viciously as that punch landed squarely on its intended target.

The head of the gargantuan beast jerked to the side, and it vomited out a copious amount of sand. Its cheek, made out of plant roots, was crushed into mush.

Utgar riding on top of the beast was flailing about.

-W-what kind of a barbaric nonsense is this?!-

It seemed that the Magic Giant didn't expect the so-called masterpiece it had created through magic, the gargantuan beast, to be so helpless today.

Hrungnir watched that scene and its expression distorted deeply. It lowered itself, pressed its hands against the ground and then secured its footing like a sprinter.

-Fuu-woo...!- The Earth Giant sucked in a deep breath, then it clamped its mouth shut.

Its huge figure shot forward.

BOOOOM-!