Mangultai could not help feeling immensely relieved. Fortunately, those snakes more than ten meters long could not learn to draw bows and shoot arrows like humans.
Otherwise, things would have been even more deadly.
Mangultai quickly became cheerful again, because he discovered that the monster seemed to be full and had begun resting, stopping its movement once more.
This allowed him to continue ordering the catapults to throw more evenly.
To prevent the monster from breaking through wherever the flames were weaker.
He was in no hurry to light the fire.
There had to be enough oil clinging to its body and beneath it.
The creature had many eyes, but it merely stared blankly at them, seemingly unaware of what they intended to do.
He did not know that a storm was currently brewing inside the monster's mind.
The Youth's consciousness had become extremely weak. It was not quite that his consciousness had weakened, but rather that it could no longer control such an enormous body.
The movements and survival of that gigantic body relied more on the instincts of its autonomic nerves.
Over these past days, the Youth had gradually regained consciousness.
It could be said that he had recovered the intelligence of a human being.
He had already sensed the danger.
Though he did not know what fire oil was, he could smell its foul odor.
And the enemy had just fired a volley of Rockets.
Those orderly snakes were all under the Youth's control.
But that was all the Youth could control.
His consciousness was now too weak to manipulate such a massive body.
He could only control a very small part of it.
Otherwise, he would have been invincible.
With such an enormous body, in an era where Firearms were still underdeveloped, he would have been