89: You Think a Thousand-Meter Range Is Enough to Trash Talk Me?

"My emperor... have you abandoned us?"

"My emperor..."

[The Divine Legion - Giant Chieftain: Level 10]

[Elite-class Creature]

[HP: 1,500,000 / 1,500,000]

[Attack Power: 1500]

Skills: Fearless Smash, Limb Regeneration

"WTF! Could this game get any more broken?"

Just as the last few Divine Legion warriors were falling, and Iron Cavalry was starting to celebrate, he looked up—only to see that monstrous unit barreling toward them. One swing of that axe and he'd be pulp.

"Giant race?"

Orson narrowed his eyes. According to the lore, these things carried Titan blood, though technically, they were a mutated branch of early humans.

But... seriously? How did a mountain-sized Titan hook up with the first human woman? No one thought this through? The gods just rolled with that?

"Wait... is this boss bugged? Why's he walking away?"