In front of the mountain-like Giant, the Gehrus, who were climbing on him, were as small as an ant. The reaction they caused was naturally negligible.
The journey was smooth. The Gehrus climbed to the Giant's chest. Most of the hemp ropes with the key had been cut by Heath, leaving only a few threads that were still connected.
The Gehrus began to open their mouths and bite at the threads. For a moment, there were only faint cracking sounds, and the remaining threads were also broken one after another.
After the last thread was broken, the key fell straight to the ground with a whoosh.
Heath, who had been waiting below for a long time, hurriedly took the horse stance and opened his hands to welcome the fall of the key. The key hanging on the Giant's chest was just a small key, but in fact, its size was equivalent to the size of a carriage.
The impact caused by such a fall from a height of dozens of meters was not to be underestimated.
Bang!
