"Neeigh!"
The Qilin, which had been waiting for a while at the foot of the artificial "cliff" created by Losric's rise, let out a cry that sounded somewhere between smug and impatient.
Its eyes, bright red like crystal, watched as the Demon Hunter and the others were carried down by a few wing‑flapping little demons.
Losric, this massive Mountain City that covered an entire face of a mountain range, had been directly raised by more than a hundred meters under the orders of the two Princes.
By rights, this kind of power was more absurd than detonating hundreds of hydrogen bombs.
Yet in this world, as the mightiest branch among the Divine Race, Losric could pull this off without much effort at all.
And at the same time, Losric's strongest violent institution, the Losric Knights, still fought with guns and swords.
To Lann, given the education he'd received and the common sense he'd constructed, this was extremely abnormal.
