Soul Eater of the Rebellion

As I told Wisteria, after counting exactly ten.

"Now!

Having seen Behemoth's breath (brace) converge enough, I angled the tense fence (shield) to deflect the enemy's attack.

At the same time, speak up to Wisteria for action. The brown elf said, "Yes!," he replied with a promise, then moved like he had been bounced. Ride the Klau Solas and fly towards Leelo Oasis by choosing a spot where the braces are less influential.

In the meantime, I kept my fence carefully. If, at all, Behemoth shows the temptation to target the Wisterias, he must move immediately.

But you should be fortunate, Behemoth's braces never changed track.

Are you squeezing your aim at me, or is there any other reason? It doesn't matter what's convenient for me. Now I can concentrate on combat without any worries.

The desert sand melts because of the enemy's attack, making it more likely when one side is around the volcanic crater, but this is a story that only needs to run through the sky as it did when fighting the puzzles.

Having determined that Wisteria and the others had taken a long enough distance, I pointed the cutting edge of the costume I had in my right hand at Behemoth while maintaining the fence with my left hand.

If possible, I just want to keep attacking Behemoth and restrain the other movement, but I don't have the skills to wear enemies at the end of the horizon.

However, I would be able to do enough to push the braces back for a little while. Pack the gap at once.

I concentrated my consciousness to release the drill. The drill is a powerful technique used in the battle against Hydra, and if it is the slaughter of a flying, the drill is a flying spike.

The braces of the powerful Behemoth are now turned into spears of light. To push this back, a spike like a drill would be better suited than a slaughter like a false eater.

Nevertheless, there is no art in just releasing a drill (though). Here is one, just as I elevated the "Hayato" to "Kokoku", so the drill (and hence) will be transformed into my own. "

In a fantasy sword stream, a drill is considered a spear.

I added an image of rotation there. A giant spinning spear - no, it's a spiral (screw). Sharp as a spear, spinning like a spiral (screw), wearing enemies, squirming, and thrusting moves (kegi).

Sprinkling the force (kei) that was pouring on the wall into the new move, the wall thinned and pushed into Behemoth's brace, but there was no problem. Wisteria and Klau Solas are not here already, even if the attack is running behind us.

As I worked out my strength to the limit, I unleashed a new force technique (Kagi) with all my might.

"The phantom burial is one sword - strong spine!

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- Whoo-hoo (oh), whoo-hoo (oh), whoo-hoo (oh).

'It' was - Behemoth was speaking up.

It was a voice filled with surprises, anger, sadness, confusion and all those emotions.

The breath (brace) emitted by Behemoth cannot help but involve his surroundings because of its power. The demons (children) who were eating meat around their mouths melted bones long ago. Those who were eating meat around their faces also fell one after the other with the fever of the braces that continued to beat them.

The grieving Behemoth hastened the settlement, but what is the matter, the enemy will not fall. Behemoth's brace is a special spear that pierces every shield. In fact, Behemoth has so far buried numerous enemies with this.

That attack doesn't work. No, instead of working, this is--

- Retreat my fangs and come to this bow (mi), or the primate (carrot).

Behemoth faintly trembles at the appearance of those who run through the universe like a disease, or who rush through the land of sand and loom.

He tries to release the braces again, but the enemy does not come in a straight line and does not allow Behemoth to set targets after frequent movements.

I also thought about snuffing out everything in my sight, but it has already been proven that this opponent can't get through with the diffused braces.

Besides, it was dangerous to keep throwing up any more braces. Behemoth is not. The demons.

Already in the aftermath of the braces so far, the surroundings of Behemoth have been vortexed with intolerable high heat. Most of the demons that were dense on the head fall, and the demons around the torso, legs, and even tails suffer from high temperatures.

Release further braces and all the children will wander around in scorching heat and finally die to melt.

How many hours have you spent nurturing so many lives in a desert so abundant in the grace of the earth? With that in mind, it's just unacceptable to sacrifice every child to bury one enemy. Even if the target emits an abominable dragon odor.

For being the mother of demons (children). That further narrows my distance.

At this time, a sensation never felt before occurred in Behemoth's chest. A feeling similar to anger, but different from anger.

Behemoth's greatest means of attack was the braces, but at the same time it was almost the only means of attack.

A moving turret that allows shelling from ultra-long distances. That is the mainstay of Behemoth, whose gigantic body is built specifically for it. The mouth has a cannon opening, the torso has a turret, and the leg has a cannon seat. No other performance has been granted.

In other words, they cannot cope when their enemies flatter them.

Still, there was no need to be afraid.

Even if you can't handle it, that's just saying you can't have a special attack like a brace. You can hit or crush a giant body. You can also order the children to attack. In the first place, Behemoth's outer skin boasts an uncut strength even with divine iron, and beneath its outer skin, thick muscles cover its organs like armor.

You may affirm that it is a difficult business to cause damage to Behemoth and that it is not possible to cause fatal injury.

In fact, Behemoth has spent over a thousand years in this desert. It was because no being could harm Behemoth that he could reign in the land of sand for so long - until today.

Yes, until today it was.

Of course, that won't change from tomorrow. It should not change. No, it must not change. Because.

- This bow (mi) is a culinary fang. Clean the world (broom). Excluding me is the same thing as excluding order. Primate, don't stop.

Behemoth released a warning.

The idea of a fantasy species itself becomes an intangible hammer (one) and strikes a human being. If he were a concurrent man, this warning alone could have shattered his spirit.

But of course, that didn't make sense to this enemy.

"Nice to meet you, King of the Beast"

The voice was emitted from space.

The man with the black knife, who originally stomped firmly on his feet in a place no man could stay, looks down at Behemoth with arrogance.

"Is the strange voice now a fantasy species greeting? It's odd to call the world a pure star, but you can't just" stop "by attacking it unilaterally."

Then it sounds like you're being awed.

That's how humans shook up their black swords high.

"If you recognize the keeper of order, there is a behavior worthy of it. Don't run away like Hydra, king of beasts."

That was a declamation of war without deception. is the voice of those who were convinced of victory.

Behemoth roars as he blames the disgrace, and the countless demons that were nesting in Behemoth's body also move.

The battle began.