Giant-er

“Fucking bastard, what is that?! We almost got wiped out by the smaller ones, and now this!” He exclaimed.

Timothy, his friends, and his slaves were in trouble, more than they had already been! They had to deal with three Giant Mana Guardians up until now, and as if that wasn’t taxing enough, a bigger giant appeared in the scene!

It rose from the dirt, and from the looks of it, it needed at least half-a-minute time to gain its composure after sleeping for what could be over a millennia! It was slow, for now, but Timothy understood that once this monster started walking, they were in grave danger!

Worse yet, he had ordered his entire platoon of goblin slaves to rush up the mountain, into the battle scene, which unfortunately meant that the giant could kill them all together - with simple attacks, even, such as walking over the slaves, or running its club-like fists across them. This thing was a giant, four-limbed tank!