Chapter 18 - 10: Martial Contest (4)
Count Caspar didn't know how heavy the gate was, but he knew that when it was originally installed, just raising it up required over a hundred people using various tools, exhausting their strength.
Lifting it single-handedly... Was this human strength?
*At this moment, his cheek twitched violently, and his heart sank to the bottom of the pit, even the wine glass in his hand had fallen without him noticing.*
The entire square was silent as Gray walked forward step by step, leaving deep footprints with each step. The gate wobbled, seemingly about to fall at any moment. The residents retreated in terror, voluntarily making way for him.
The Eightfold Giant Force Technique, a third-tier magic of master level. In fact, Gray could add another fold to reach ninefold. In that case, the gate would certainly no longer wobble, but it might also crush his bones and armor to powder if he wasn't careful.
After all, Lich's supportive magic usually wasn't meant to be cast on oneself.
Crushing the fence that stood in his way, Gray finally reached the center of the grounds, heavily putting the gate down. Under the terrified gazes of all, he planted it like a tombstone.
Everyone watched in silence, watching Gray move left and right until he was satisfied, watching him wrap thick iron chains around himself, then climb up bit by bit. Watching him climb to the top of the "tombstone," standing there.
The silver moon quietly peeked out from behind the clouds, its light spilling down, illuminating Gray's back, embedding his shadow onto the ground while enclosing his opponent completely.