The will that had lost control watched the figure on the carriage, a gift from the darkness, a power that mortals could not resist. Bola had no chance of winning, but just as Galahad was about to tear him to pieces, a massive wind pressure covered him, followed by the distant sound of mountains collapsing that slowly reached their ears.
The heavy blow from afar carried the force of a thousand strikes, and the rapidly exploding airwaves stirred rippling waves.
It was a projectile weighing thirty kilograms, hitting the out-of-control Galahad with an extremely high muzzle velocity. Such an attack was no less than being hit head-on by the latest heavy armored train. Even with that ominous force, it was difficult to withstand this tremendous kinetic energy. Galahad's figure twisted bizarrely and was then heavily knocked away.
