"Lord Gusman! The elders are still discussing things..!"
"Move aside!! I have urgent business with the Grand Elder!!"
"Bam!!"
Atop the snow-covered mountain peaks, Gusman, who had rushed to the Giant God Cave at top speed, descended from the sky like a cannonball.
Deep red psionic energy erupted from his entire body as he gathered his strength and slammed his right fist into the tightly shut Alloy Gate.
"Boom!!"
The Psionic Burst instantly caused Gusman's right hand to swell until it was as thick as a stone pillar. The tremendous force he unleashed immediately left a person-high dent in the thousand-meter-tall Alloy Gate. For a moment, even the entire Sacred Mountain trembled slightly.
Although it was still far from being breached, the triggered alarm nevertheless rang throughout the entire Sacred Mountain. The Troll high-level figures holding a war meeting inside all looked toward the gate in shock and fury.
"Who is it!?"
After throwing that punch, Gusman had no time to explain himself to the guards outside. He directly dropped to one knee beneath the purple-black gate and shouted anxiously:
"Grand Elder! I am Gusman, commander of the Third Army Corps! I have an urgent matter to report to the Council of Elders!"
His voice was filled with undisguised anxiety. For the first time in his life, Gusman hated the Troll Race's traditions. A meeting was just a meeting, yet those Old Men insisted on shutting down communications during meetings. They called it following the Troll Race's traditions from before the Apocalypse System appeared!
Half an hour had already passed since he received Lin An's message! After learning that the elders' meeting would last at least three days this time, he had no choice but to force his way into the Sacred Mountain!
Although he had no idea what had