The drinking of anecdotes certainly seems absurd.�But the reason no one rejected it was that inertia lasting for hundreds of thousands of years was at work.

Until now, the number of people who became giants with the sake of anecdotes cannot be counted.�The fact that everyone has done it and will continue to do so was blocking the judgment of the subjects.

�You who deny the law of Ra, we are born of giants.�The sake of anecdote is a divine arrangement that brings us back to life.�Do you want your existence to perish forever?�If there is such a person among the subjects, come out.�I will ask you to do it myself.�

No one came forward.�According to a fact handed down from long ago by the subjects, the giants made from the anecdote�s sake traveled through purgatory and returned to disintegrate into individual entities.

It is better to live forever than to die.�If I have to die inevitably, I want to leave room for me to come back.

that is life

It was controlling life in such a way.

The enforcer, satisfied with his subjects� silence, pointed at Sirone and shouted.

�You are a heretic!�No, even if you say Nephilim, you don�t have the right to get involved in the law!�Arrest all authors!�Make him pay for blaspheming the sacredness of Ra!�

�Sirone, things are complicated!�You have to dodge it now.�

Amy grabbed Sirone�s hand.�But Sirone shook her hand and kept her place.

�No, I won�t go.�We have to save her Kanya, her mother, and her her.�

About 10 Kergoins drew swords and ran from the front.�They were as fast as cheetahs using the giant�s skills.

Sirone dug into their center.�Kergoin in the lead raised her sword.�The rearguard also surrounded Sirone and brandished his sword.

At that point, Sirone�s berserk explosion exploded.

A curtain of light hit the Kergoins.�The mass contained in the photon was so small that at first it only tingled, but when it struck at a speed of 20 times per second, the body felt like it would tear itself apart.

All the Kergoins that were besieging Sirone were thrown back.

Sliding on the ground dragging their buttocks, they all looked at Sirone with amazement in their eyes.

�Yes, the Nephilim?�Are you really saying they were Nephilim?�

Light magic was very effective in psychological terms.�It was a phenomenon that only angels could realize, and it was magic that imprinted the fact that Sirone was a Nephilim.

Driven by momentum, Sirone concentrated her photon cannon.

The moment the executioner felt a sense of danger and blocked the bronze statue, a flash of light came out from Sirone.

The executioner twisted his body with an animal reaction speed.�I felt the crushing pain in my intestines as the flash passed through my side.

But the pain was an afterthought.

When the photon cannon struck the statue of a giant, a magnificent echo spread as if it had struck a bell.

The subjects covered their ears and backed away from the sound waves vibrating in the hall.�

I was shouting something loudly, but the tinnitus that remained in my ears was louder than the sound of words.

Even so, the statue of the giant was intact.

The power of the Photon Cannon was enough to crush even an iron door, but there was not even a wrinkle on the statue.

Joy filled the eyes of the subjects. JrNovels.com