"...Uh, uh? Why doesn't it get hit? Why doesn't it get hit!"
"It keeps coming even when hit! Wh-what, what is that! What is it!"
"It's Satan's chariot! Satan's chariot, I tell you!"
And as time passed, they began to scatter in panic. Those who were standing on the fortress walls soon jumped inside and fled in a hurry.
It's a very obvious story, but whether it's a horse or a person, when there's a possibility of collision with the opponent, they normally slow down and change direction.
But that monster, that steel monster was different.
'That thing' ran straight toward the fortress.
And it accelerated even faster. Now its speed had become so fast that it couldn't even be compared to a horse.
That unidentified object, which looked heavy just by looking at it, was rushing as if it would devour the wooden stockade that had been cut and erected from nearby inland trees, in lieu of rocks which couldn't be found.
The conclusion was clear, and.
