With a turn, Gu Xi returned to where he had come up earlier.
Before Gu Xi could jump down from the Holy Silver Evil Coffin, Kru, who had come along, cried out.
"What the hell? Cyclopes actually appeared in a place like this? What is the Kalida Alliance even doing, letting anything in?"
"You know what's going on here?"
Gu Xi glanced at Kru, who was hopping around in agitation.
"How could I not? I'm an archaeologist and paleontologist, all right? These are remnants of the Giants among the Ancient Hundred Races. Back then, the most famous Giants were the Hundred-Armed Giants.
Cyclopes were basically malformed specimens.
Yet after all these years, it was these malformed ones that survived, while colossal Giants like the Hundred-Armed Giants had become fossils."
Kru jumped in front of the Cyclops corpses and examined them from top to bottom. "These aren't descendants of the ancient clans that escaped back then. They were raised by someone.
The Earth Element power in their bodies is nearly gone.
And look at these bones. There are hardly any signs of fractures.
Clearly, they never received the Giants' specialized training methods. They were simply raised on ordinary food.
That made them strong, but compared to the ancient Giants, they were still far inferior.
As for the weapons in their hands—
These are standard-issue ballistae from the Shulka Empire.
I'm not too familiar with them, but the one thing I know is that the Shulka Empire is rather poor. Their ballistae can fire practically anything. Proper bolts work, of course, but if they don't have any, iron bars and wooden sticks can be launched too.
The range is a bit shorter, but the power is decent enough."
"Wait, when you say the range is shorter, do you mean from here to