While Leon was still on his way to the front, Lothar had to deal with a more serious problem than the nezumi escaping the blockade. That is this three-meter-tall rat-shaped giant! The role of such a giant beast on the battlefield is difficult to measure with common sense, and the strength of the rat giant alone, which is difficult to measure by common sense, is enough to cause incalculable and terrible losses. The sheer size of the giant forced the giant to evolve muscles that were much denser than normal humans in order to support the activities of their entire bodies, and the power of this muscle was comparable to that of human engineering machinery, which meant that the strength of a rat giant was not just three times that of an ordinary warrior. Giant creatures that are larger than ordinary people tend to grow in strength in exponential increments, and a single wave of their hands can sweep down the houses around them.

Unfortunately, although the Count of Montenegro has participated in hundreds of battles over the years, and as a commander, he is indeed experienced, but all of them are human beings or creatures of similar size. Lothar really had never had the experience of dealing with such a giant enemy. In fact, not many people in the entire continent have had this kind of experience, and even in the historical record, fighting such giant units head-on has only existed in battles that have long been celebrated as legends, and in those battles, the human side often has a companion of similar size to the enemy.

"Gods, what the hell is that!" Mu Ran watched as the giant on the street in the distance easily lifted the heavily armed knight upside down and used it as a whip to whip the nearby warriors, and the Count of Montenegro felt his brain stop spinning. This is not an opponent that can be defeated by soldiers, at least not in the current situation. Then as the commander of the legion, it seems that Lothar has only one option left.

"Obey the order, back off, avoid that monster!" As the golden axe flashed in the sunlight, the Count's order was quickly transmitted to all parts of the battlefield, and the soldiers, who were already trembling in front of the behemoth, finally received the order to retreat, and they fled in panic towards the rear of the street. However, as they retreated, the soldiers also noticed that one man and one rode against the retreating crowd and advanced towards the rat giant.

"What are you doing, Lord Count, come back quickly!" The man in front was naturally Lothar, his golden armor so abrupt in the retreating crowd that Gregory, who had planned to evacuate with the crowd, noticed the movement of the Black Mountain Count. As he shouted, more people realized that their Count was preparing to challenge the invincible giant monster alone.

And Lothar, of course, turned a blind eye to those who wanted him to stop. As a leader, he knew that if he couldn't defeat the beast here and salvage the panic it had caused, its presence would cause the entire army to lose their fighting spirit, no matter what role the big creature could really play in the battlefield. Experience has taught Lothar that it is not terrible for an army to have no supplies, nor is it terrible to have no weapons, but once the soldiers have no morale, then in the vast majority of wars of this era, even if there is an absolute advantage in numbers and equipment, the balance of war will not be tilted in favor of that side. Therefore, the only plan of the Count of Montenegro was never to retreat to temporarily avoid the enemy's edge, as the key point to block the southern border of the entire Earl of Salon, Turbidity Town could not afford to lose, then all he could do was to face the enemy alone and boost the morale of his soldiers with his victory.

The fleeing soldiers halted their retreat at the Commander's actions, and they turned their heads down the street to watch their lord, dressed in golden armor and carrying the marker-like golden axe, walking in the midday sun towards the enemy whose shadow alone covered half the street. On the other side, perhaps to prevent accidental injury, the original nezumi who had been charging frantically also stopped, and they peeked in the shadows and on the rooftops as the human had left the group. The armor he wears makes him shine as brightly in the sun as the sun.

The rat-giant, of course, saw the obvious target, and it tilted its massive head in thought, as if hesitating what to do with the tin can. Of course, Lothar didn't give his opponent time to think too much, only to see the Golden Armor Lord kick his horse with his spur-covered boots, and his mount began to accelerate, as if he wanted to give his opponent a heavy blow with the help of speed.

But the Rat Giant showed more intelligence than Lothar had imagined, and the Giant turned slightly sideways, raised one of its hands in the air, and with the strong sound of the wind from its huge arm, the Giant unleashed a powerful uppercut in the direction of Lothar's charge! Originally, the distance between the Count of Montenegro and the enemy was not far, after the acceleration of the war horse, the huge arm of the rat giant was about to fly Lothar and his war horse from the bottom up, the count knew that with the heavy armor on his body, I am afraid it was not enough to block the terrible attack, but now it was too late to let the war horse turn his head, and in desperation, he could only jump off the war horse and roll on the ground because of inertia. The horse, which had no knight, was sturdy and sturdy by the giant's big hand, and its heavily armored body was thrown into the air like a feather, and after cutting an arc, it slammed heavily to the ground. Judging by the splatters of blood and scrap of flesh, the mount that had followed Lothar for so many years could no longer carry its owner into battle. Exclaiming, the onlookers couldn't help but worry about their lord's thrilling experience, and at the same time sighed at the terrifying power of the rat giant.

For the Count, now was not the time to grieve for his mount, having lost his horse, Lothar had to struggle to stand up with his axe because of the heavy armor on his body. The giant didn't attack again during this time, presumably because it didn't think Lothar could really hurt it in the first place. Anger, fear, all kinds of different but strong emotions swept through Lothar's mind, and he could feel his body full of strength from extreme tension, a feeling he was no stranger to, and whenever this feeling came up, he could easily tear the enemy in front of him to pieces. But this was the first time, and for the first time, the Count of Montenegro felt that it would be difficult to defeat the opponent in front of him with the strength of this body alone, but this could not extinguish his fighting spirit.

"Click, click" unfastened the hidden clasp hidden in the armor with one hand, and the heavy gold armor naturally fell off Lothar's body. While heavy armor could provide good defense, the Count did not believe that a thin layer of steel could protect his body from the giant's attack in the face of such a disparity in strength. But without the restraint of the armor, Lothar's body could move faster, and the Count knew that his only chance to win was flexibility.

Stepping out of the armor piled on the ground, Lothar was left with only a close-fitting golden chain mail, and the armor at the joints such as shoulder armor or shin armor was also discarded. He wielded the golden axe in his hand and let out a defiant roar at his enemies.

"Come on, you monster!"