The ancient "Kingdom Guardian" stood up and picked up a grotesquely styled giant axe beside him, stepping down from the throne step by step.
The snow-bright axe face was as large as a round table, the handle was as thick as an adult's calf; an ordinary person might not even be able to grip it, let alone lift it.
At this moment, the frail old man, as if a gust of wind could topple him, and the oversized, heavy giant axe formed a stark contrast, delivering a strong visual impact to the group of people standing at the door.
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Clearly normal human footsteps, yet they exploded in everyone's chest like thunder, one after another.
With each step he took forward, the group of ghouls, commercial nobles, and extraordinary officers at the door stepped back one pace.
Crackling...
