"Is this the Undead Empire's real trump card?" Terror filled Alexia's beautiful face. That was a true High Calamity Rank existence.
The Psychic Energy gathering rapidly at the enormous muzzle was beyond anything they could imagine. If that cannon fired, not even the Troll Lord would survive. All of them together would be blasted to nothing.
Alexia came back to herself a little and gave a bitter smile.
Only now did she understand. The Northern Allied Forces, all their painstaking schemes, the hundreds of thousands of troops and five Calamity-Rank Strong Ones assembled to march south against the Undead Empire...
To the Great Undead King, it had all been a joke, and they were the clowns acting it out.
With that monstrous thing overhead, it did not matter what tricks they tried. It only had to appear, fire once, and it would be over.
The Troll Lord, who had been advancing toward the enemy, suddenly sensed a chilling danger from above. He stopped dead and looked up, his face contorting in horror.
He saw a huge ball of light burst from the gaping cannon muzzle. Like a blinding little sun, it shot toward him at astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it was upon him, leaving him no chance to dodge.
"Aaaah!"
The Troll Lord let out a piercing scream. In an instant, the ball of light swallowed both his body and the Colossus he had manifested.
It was like a drop of water falling into a river. Not a ripple rose.
Then... the Troll Lord's scream cut off!
The ball of light continued on and slammed into the ground.
It struck behind the Northern Allied Forces' position.
The ball of light vanished, leaving a massive crater hundreds of meters deep.
The Troll Lord, a Calamity-Rank Strong One,