The helicopter was gently placed on the ground, and the people on board, who had narrowly escaped death, gasped for breath before climbing out of the helicopter.

The ground trembled slightly, and the giant's roar drowned out the thunder.

"Bren...is the camera still working...?"

"I...I think...that should be okay..."

Whether it was the police on the perimeter, the passengers who had not yet been transferred inside, or Karina and Nova, everyone's jaw muscles were aching.

From the very beginning, that open mouth has hardly ever closed.

What seemed like a long time had passed was actually only a few seconds. Beside the giant pit, a giant far larger than the pit itself appeared, its joints bearing the deep, dazzling blue light that indicated its source of power.

No nonsense.

The moment the giant appeared, he threw a punch, his target being the golden spear.

"Hahaha... Very good! Merlin, I thought you'd always be a tortoise!"

As if it had been waiting for this moment, the golden spear instantly materialized from the void and turned to meet the enormous fist.

At the instant the spear made contact with the giant fist.

The light in the world suddenly brightened, and then...

"Crack~~ Boom~~~" Two sounds, one small and one large, rang out one after the other.

The explosive roar propagated at speeds exceeding the normal speed of sound.

All the large trees in the central area were uprooted, and the shockwave spread directly, plunging the entire area into a hazy, dusty state.

Police cars in the distance were either dragging on the ground or overturned.

Before this, countless passengers had all been transported away from the pit by a gray-robed figure in a very short time, as if by teleportation, and brought to the relatively safe side of the rescuers on the outside, including Karina and Nova.

"FUCK! Get down right now!!!"

"Get down!!!"

The police shouted loudly and then tackled the nearest person to the ground.

Countless flying sand and gravel mixed with dust rushed in all directions like a terrifying sandstorm, engulfing large areas around them.

Beside the helicopter, the reckless cameraman continued filming until he collapsed just before the sandstorm hit.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

...

A chorus of coughs erupted as people, who had been bathed in dust, rose from the ground, their first instinct being to look down at the distant sky.

The mountain-like giant was missing half of its right arm, and its golden spear was gone.

Countless pieces of mud, rocks, and steel of all sizes were in free fall through the air, but before they hit the ground, they were pulled back by an invisible force at an even faster speed, and within seconds they reassembled into a giant fist with destructive power.

As his right arm recovered, his left arm struck the figure in the sky with tremendous force.

"Get ready to lie down!!"

"Get ready to lie down!!"

The police officer who witnessed this scene started shouting hysterically, fearing a second sandstorm was coming.

His prediction proved to be accurate.

Before the second attack by the Titan's left arm even touched the entity in the sky called "Morion," everyone felt their hearts skip a beat.

The air trembled eerily, like ripples on water, followed by a buzzing sound in my ears.

For a moment, my vision seemed to turn into black and white.

Then the entire upper body of the "Mountain Giant" exploded, leaving only a twisted, dark blue outline, while a shadow, seemingly carrying a shockwave, shot into the clouds in the sky.

After that scene flashed by, a deafening roar, like a miniature nuclear explosion, was heard.

The ground shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

Vast swathes of land rose high or cracked, and the clouds of unknown thickness in the sky were shattered, with the gaps widening as if torn apart by the impact.

An even more violent sandstorm, mixed with pebbles, swept in all directions.

Those who had already fallen to the ground or collapsed to the ground were numb from the vibrations of the ground, and their backs were also hurting as if they were being hit by small stones. They covered their mouths tightly with their clothes or hands, and even breathing heavily would cause them to inhale a lot of dust.

The city of London, 80 miles away, was trembling slightly, and a level 4 earthquake alarm sounded at the earthquake monitoring office.

When the shock passed, those who stood up felt as if they had been through a lifetime.

As the clouds broke apart, rays of sunlight streamed through the holes in the clouds, illuminating the shattered giant at the center, blue particles, golden light, and the ground that had been ravaged like churning waves.

It gives people an incomprehensible sense of fantastical beauty.

The helicopter carrying the journalists had vanished without a trace, and the small burrow where they had hidden had been filled with dust and sand.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

"I'm dying..."

Four or five people staggered as they climbed out of the place where they had been buried alive. The cameraman still held onto the camera, but the glass surface was covered with cracks.

"Death...it was worth it, at least I got all the footage..."

The blonde female reporter suddenly shouted angrily.

"Oh, damn it, you jinx!"

The warm sunlight in the sky had changed somehow; the color of the rays now deepening, not far from pure gold.

The giant on the ground was restored to its original form once again.

"Shh..."

Countless dust and pebbles underfoot and on body flowed backward, and many people went from being covered in mud to being "clean".

Countless dust particles gathered on the shaking ground, and streams of murky black groundwater rose from the earth, forming two enormous, flowing serpents of muddy filth together with the dust.

The snakes stood upright on the left and right, positioned on either side of the mud giant.

"Gurgle~"

The cameraman could no longer hold the camera steady.

"We're too close...we'll die..."

Not only did they think so, but everyone on the outside shared the same idea.

Because those golden rays had transformed into countless smaller spears.

Karina stared blankly at everything before her, then numbly looked down at the still energetic little Nova.

Who... is this child?

Luckily, this place is remote... If it were in London...

The air carried a slightly acrid smell, and Karina suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered something.

'Morian? Mhan? One of the three ancient Celtic goddesses of war, symbolizing the goddess of war and death.'

Everyone was praying, all they could do was pray. Some kind-hearted police officers even hoped that the support troops wouldn't come and die.

"Enough!"

The detached, emotionless tone seemed to echo in the ears of every living creature, yet its source remained elusive.

“I exercise the power of judgment in the name of the observer.”

"Imprisonment!"

The voice, as gentle as a whisper, carried immense and irresistible magical power. All the golden spears instantly disintegrated, and the mud giants and filthy serpents on the earth shattered at the same moment, with sand and mud falling freely as if being poured out.