But the white ch moved.
However, it had no intention of dodging or retreating.
It also raised its right arm, striking the sa pose, and directly t the attack.
"Is she crazy?!"
Frederick's voice was distorted.
A head-on clash?
Although that giant was forcibly created by the opponent using the Return Power, it was indeed a giant over ten ters tall!
Even if its output was a bit low, its mass was undeniably real!
Your ch is only a little over four ters!
This is not even in the sa league!
But the ch had already begun its charge.
The steam nozzles on its feet erupted with violent white airflow, propelling the ch forward.
The snow was plowed open, and the earth churned.
The ch's fist clenched tighter and tighter, then swung out the most standard, most concise straight punch towards the giant.
Compared to the giant's absurdly large fist, the ch's fist was pitifully small, like a baby trying to compete in strength with a grown man.
Everyone knew what the outco of such a punch would be.
The ch's arm would be instantly torn to shreds, and then the entire ch would be sent flying by a single punch, smashing into the ground, turning into a pile of twisted scrap tal.
But reality always differed from everyone's imagination.
The two fists did collide in the air.
At the mont of impact, the golden halo behind the ch's head disappeared, those precise geotric shapes instantly dimd as if erased by an eraser.
In its place was a completely different kind of light.
Crimson, violent, destructive light erupted from the ch's body.
As fierce as a volcanic eruption, as powerful as a lightning strike, those crimson lights instantly exploded on the surface of the giant's fist.
Then, everyone heard a series of dense cracking sounds.
Crack, crack, crack—
Like countless bones breaking simultaneously, or countless pieces of glass shattering at once.
"Damn it—" Reinhardt cursed under his breath.
"As expected of her..."
Frederick also wanted to speak, but his throat felt constricted.
He just stared wide-eyed as the absurdly large fist, made of vines and wood, began to fall apart the mont it touched the ch's fist.
This wasn't even shattering.
It was a more thorough collapse.
The vines broke from the inside out as if cut by an invisible blade, the wood exploded into fragnts, and the bricks and stones turned into powder.
The entire fist began to disintegrate from the point of contact, spreading backward at a visible speed.
It was as if an invisible fault line was rapidly extending, and everything in its path turned to dust.
And those crimson lights danced in the ruins, as if celebrating another successful destruction.
"Reinhardt."
In the distance, Frederick lowered his voice, gesturing to his companion, "The door—"
"I see it."
Reinhardt was already moving, pulling out the axe he'd picked up during their escape and hacking at the cluster of vines closest to the door, "You take them and clear the right side."
His thoughts were exactly the sa {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} as Frederick's.
Now's the ti.
While that woman was still being held back by Pavela, they had to quickly find a way to destroy the vines blocking their path.
In this battle they couldn't possibly intervene in, their presence would only distract Pavela.
They had to escape quickly before the woman reacted.
On the balcony, the woman's expression changed.
The gentle, playful expression vanished, replaced by solemnity and a hint of disbelief.
She watched as the giant's right arm, which she had ticulously constructed, turned into ruins in just two seconds.
The broken vines hung limply, the tree roots twitched, and the entire right arm completely detached from the shoulder, smashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.
"Path of the Tower—?!"
Her voice was filled with disbelief.
"You're still a Wayfarer of the Path of the Tower?!"
"How is this possible—"
But she didn't finish her sentence; the ch had already resud its actions.
The white ch took another step forward, moving with incredible speed.
Despite being a steel construct weighing several tons, it erupted with an acceleration completely inconsistent with its mass.
Steam jetted from the ch's leg joints, but the steam wasn't its normal white color; it had a faint reddish tint, as if contaminated by so power.
It rushed to the giant's front, swinging its left fist, enveloped in crimson light, directly at the giant's chest, where the woman stood.
The woman's reaction was equally swift.
Almost simultaneously with the ch's punch, countless vines surged from the giant's body, weaving into a thick shield, blocking between her and the ch's fist.
But it was useless.
The ch's fist penetrated the vine defense in an instant.
The vines, which looked tough enough to withstand cannon fire, split open like paper along specific patterns the mont they touched the crimson light.
It was as if every vine had a hidden fault line within it, and the power of the Path of the Tower rely revealed that line, then with a gentle push along it, everything naturally collapsed.
The woman had to abandon her position on the balcony.
Her body transford into a cloud of green mist, dispersing just before the ch's fist struck, then re-coalescing on the ground ten ters away.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the woman's forehead, her breathing beca rapid, but her eyes grew even sharper.
She no longer spoke.
She simply raised both hands swiftly.
Then, all the surrounding woods began to shake.
Not just this estate.
The entire forest on the hill was trembling.
The bare trees began to grow wildly, their roots breaking through the earth like countless giant pythons tunneling underground, their branches stretching towards the sky, then bending towards the estate, converging from all directions.
Frederick's movents paused for a mont.
He looked up at the moving forest, the entire hill writhing as if so giant creature had awakened.
"Damn it," he uttered a single word, "She's getting serious."
"Then let's go!" Reinhardt had already torn off the last obstructing vine, "Now!"
Within the estate, earth-shattering changes were taking place.
The roots of the trees intertwined underground to form a massive net, then broke through the earth, coiling together like countless tentacles.
They rged with the architectural giant, causing the giant's size to expand.
From ten ters to fifteen ters, then twenty ters.
The lost right arm regrew, filled with tree roots.
The four people had already rushed out the main gate.
Charlotte looked back, seeing that the giant's arm was no longer crude wood and vines, but a massive arm made of dozens of thick tree trunks twisted together, covered with tough bark.
The hole punched through the giant's chest was also healing.
More vines and tree roots surged in, weaving layer upon layer into armor several tis thicker than before.
"Don't look!" Victoria pulled her, "Run!"
The giant moved.
This ti, its speed was at least twice as fast as before.
Charlotte even doubted if she had seen it wrong; a twenty-ter-tall giant should not possess such speed.
But it was indeed moving, and with a beast-like agility.
It no longer rely swung its fists, but its entire body was attacking; the right fist swung out, the left followed, both arms alternately striking, each punch carrying a tearing howl through the air.
When Pavela shattered the right fist again with the power of the Path of the Tower, the giant's left foot kicked over.
When the ch retreated to dodge the kick, countless tree roots drilled out from underground, attempting to entangle the ch's legs.
"Can she hold on?"
Charlotte's voice was filled with worry.
"She is the Lord of the White Doves," Frederick said, panting, "You have to believe in her."
"But this ti—"
Charlotte's words were interrupted by a loud bang.
It was the sound of the giant's foot stomping on the ground.
The entire earth trembled.
Debris rolled down from the wall.
Reinhardt quickly grabbed Charlotte by the collar and pushed her forward: "Don't you dare look back! Just run!"
Behind them, the white ch faced a flood-like assault.
Without any gaps, without any pauses.
The woman had mobilized the power of the entire forest, turning all the plants on this hill into her weapons.
Broken branches flew in the sky, shattered roots tumbled on the ground, and the air was filled with the scent of plant sap and earth.
The four had already rushed out of the estate.
Victoria almost fell but was caught by Frederick.
They finally escaped the collapsing battlefield.
But the roaring sounds behind them continued.
There, the entire world seed to be under the woman's control.
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