Soul Eater of the Rebellion

When I captured Behemoth with my naked eye, the first thought that crossed my back of my brain was "big".

If you're going to take the behemoth you saw in Soul Eater's memory as one, this behemoth is going to be about ten. Kingbehemoth, if I may say so.

Hydra, who fought in the Titis forest, was also of considerable size, but not comparable to the behemoth in front of her.

The way all those giants lit up in the moonlight and stepped on the land of sand is really fantastic - but the sight that actually caught my eye was a substitute for a child's nightmare.

Behemoth himself has an elegant body that combines the heaviness of a rhino with the bravery of a lion. But the demons of the desert, who are gathered in their bodies, have lost their sense of heaviness and grandeur.

The way they wave and move over the behemoth reminds me of maggots (udders) strained on animal carcasses or, if not, army ants attacked by prey.

Speaking of fruit, so much so that at first I wondered if the hungry demons were fighting Behemoth. But the idea was denied when the demons turned to me at the same time as the roar of Behemoth.

Apparently, Behemoth and the herd of demons are in some sort of symbiotic relationship. The demons devour the flesh of Behemoth and starve. Instead, if there is imminent danger to Behemoth, we will protect it.

The answer to the question I had earlier when I crushed a large group of demons - how so many demons could have survived in a less fed desert - was in front of me.

"Once we finish Behemoth, we'll have to clean these guys up, too."

It's not a difficult story. Two or three shots of the ice hammer (hitsuki) would be enough to clean it up. I can't eat my soul when I use that move, but I can't help this. It would suck if the demons who lost Behemoth and starved became like attacking an oasis in Berca and everywhere. Dangerous sprouts should be picked yet.

By the way, if Behemoth finds out what I think right now, you must be mad. Anyway, I feel like I've defeated Behemoth, who calls himself the bearer of order. I'm angry in the other place.

But as a simple fact, I didn't recognize the phantom species in front of me as a disorder or a threat. Especially since he captured himself with the naked eye.

Sure, this behemoth is huge. Big means that's the only weapon. If you can stomp on those legs that remind you of the castle, you'll be in a good mood, regardless of your strength.

Not even on the defensive side. Muscles and luxuries much thicker than Berca's walls are in themselves a barrier to deter attacks. Assuming you attack with a siege weapon, the Behemoth giant must be frightened.

Again, Behemoth is definitely huge. It's a big, nasty opponent - but there's something about everything.

It's too big, this fantasy species.

Once upon a time, one of the fairy tales I heard from my mother was that a protagonist, born about the size of a finger, was on a journey towards a flagman (kishi), defeating ghosts and dreaming. That protagonist was using his smallness to get into the ghost's body and kill the ghost out of his body.

Since I saw Behemoth in Soul Eater's memory, this one, I've been warming this up as a method of warfare against Behemoth. And he was convinced of success when he confirmed the appearance of King of the Beast (King Behemoth). So I feel no fear or threat to this enemy.

"If you had a chance, it would have been until you fired your first blow."

I wouldn't have stood here if Behemoth had converged in power from the start with maximum output and yet to the extreme to release the breath (brace) of the stars. At least it wasn't intact.

With that in mind, I kick the universe and approach Behemoth.

Behemoth has not yet closed his mouth, which was flickered by the earlier roar. And the reaction to me approaching is dull. This would also be a drawback because the figure is too big.

Fortunately, there were few demons in Behemoth's head, so he was able to get into his mouth lightly. To find out, the demons around here must have blown up in the aftermath of the braces they were letting me bathe in.

As soon as it entered the mouth, the body was enveloped by an unpleasant stench and a muddy moisture. Countless random pile teeth (languyu), huge tongues like hills, and meat, meat, and meat that repeatedly contract spookily. All of them were stained with blood colour.

What a nasty sight to call strange or ugly. Well, more than jumping in myself, complaining is a mistake.

I thought so, but maybe this creepy contraction is part of the regenerative activity. Someone's mouth meat, cooked by the high fever of the braces ahead, is trying to recover with the magic of a fantastic species - if you think about it, it also explains that the area is stained with blood color.

Running back through the cavern-sized mouth, Behemoth roared again here, wondering what this one was after. It just doesn't sound like the first growl. It was a complex blend of anger, discomfort and amazement with those things. There may have been a slight shade of screaming.

Behemoth's huge tongue looms as he tries to get rid of foreign objects that have entered his mouth. I slashed it several times depending on it, but the volume is too large and it doesn't look like it's working very well. If I'm at all alarmed, I'm going to be crushed by my tongue.

I had to change my goals. I decided to stick my heart outfit between my teeth, not my tongue. I won't forget to move the blade around and through the wound. Doing something you don't like when you're hit is fundamental to the fight.

But unfortunately, this one didn't work very well either. To observe from where I was feeding my body to the demons, there may be no pain in Behemoth or it may be extremely dull even if there were.

Think of it, I think Hydra had that tendency, too.

If so, this place should give priority to intrusion into the body. I'm going further as I squeeze my tongue trying to get this one out of my mouth.

Whether you have pain or not, it's fine if you prune your life directly through your gut. If you can't die walking through your guts, just slash them with your heart and devour your soul until you die.

The life force of a fantasy species is mighty, but it is never immortal. I knew better than anyone about taking over Hydra.

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- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Behemoth was confused. I was stunned. I was furious. With all of them he unleashed a roar that shook heaven and earth.

An unpleasant discomfort I've never felt before is attacking Behemoth.

This is not the first time an enemy has entered your body. The opponent was a primate or a fairy, but any attempt ended in failure. Naturally. What can a feather do where it enters the body of a lion?

Behemoth is greedy (Tanlan), the incarnation of bulimia. The reason of a world that eats the enemies of order.

I have chewed, drank, and extinguished fairies that have ever housed demons. The result remains unchanged where the other person was involved in the primate who hosted the dragon. That primate who jumped into his mouth is equal to choosing death from scratch - it's supposed to be.

- Stop, stop, stop!

The enemy will not stop moving. It continues to go endlessly, sideways and unmanned, slashing and tearing through Behemoth's body, piercing him, and giggling him away.

Behemoth unwittingly opens his mouth, unable to withstand the discomfort of coming up yes from the back of his chest. Then the red and black liquid was spit out as the fountain, and a rainbow of stench and filth was cast on the desert night.

It was the liquid that had behemoth's blood and body fluids that was once scattered in the desert with the dirty noise of Bechabe. Some of the demons flock to it with moisture and nutrition.

Afterwards, the shock continued to bounce in her body, and Behemoth shook her body as she shrugged. The discomfort of causing all over the body is now reaching an intolerable level even with fantasy species.

It will perish as it is. Driven by certainty beyond a hunch, Behemoth roared.

- Stupid! Silly! Do you understand what your business means, Primate!

The cry may have reached the enemy in the body. Because shortly afterwards, his guts were stirred up as if to mock Behemoth.

Severe enough pain to awaken the soreness that was already tight, pierced Behemoth's entire body.

Your body jumps and you lose your posture. Behemoth rolled over as he was. A shock runs through the desert enough to rock the walls of Berca far away.

Many of the demons stuck on the fallen side died underlying, but there was no room for them anymore. Because of its giant size, Behemoth is not easy to stand up once he has fallen ill. It was the best I could do just to get back.

Most of all, even if I could have stood up, I would have fallen again soon. Because the enemies in the body had already captured Behemoth's heart - between pointing (lumps) at the source of his life.