The monster stood in front of the Heroic Spirit Legion.
"Monster..."
The torso of the Flesh Golem still showed patches of fur and scales from various creatures, with thick suture lines crawling over it like centipedes, and mismatched eyes embedded across its body, turning mindlessly.
"Ha..."
With each heavy breath, it exhaled a thick, poisonous miasma mixed with a bloody scent from its gigantic maw.
The massive body stood still, its very presence exuding a suffocating oppressive atmosphere.
Powerful and dangerous.
Yet, what truly caused Julia's face to change wasn't the Flesh Golem itself.
It was the Dark Elf sitting lazily on the shoulders of the gigantic creation!
That was the true "monster."
She wore a fitted white long dress, outlining her agile, explosive figure, with a complexion lighter than most Dark Elves, just a healthy tan, her long black hair neatly tied up behind her head.
