Soul Eater of the Rebellion

How long has it been since we entered Behemoth's body?

The number of unleashed moves exceeds two digits. But even with all this twitching in his body, Behemoth still doesn't stop moving.

That should be called a fantasy species. It's not strange that a concurrent flagman should run out of strength.

If you run out of strength, the protective wall (shield) that protects your body also disappears. In that case, the end is waiting to be dissolved in the gastric fluid flowing through Behemoth's body and absorbed as a nutrient. In the past, it seems that a lot of people used to meddle with Behemoth, like me, and ended up like that.

But my source of strength is the heart of a dragon (Dragon Heart). I don't have to worry about losing strength.

Enough leeway. If double-digit moves (kegi) aren't enough, I'll let you take a triple-digit stroke (kegi) - when I thought about that, it (...) came.

Soul influx. Even while I was slaughtering Behemoth, I could eat quite a few souls, but this time it was a completely different digit.

It is bright and white that it is what tells the death of Behemoth, as the fury pours in.

The influx of souls never runs out like the water in the Kale River, filling my whole body with every corner. Nature and trance (these things) grinned at its so much happiness.

My body trembles when I tremble. Level up.

Once, twice, three times...... it still won't stop, it's not over yet. The level that I haven't quite gotten up since I debated the gods in Tagajima rises like it's funny.

I don't have a struggling struggle, except for the first shelling, so I also feel like it's a little too far up, but perhaps Behemoth has lived dozens or hundreds of times more than I have, according to the truth. I don't know if there's a level to fantasy species, but all those years, I took over the existence that has reigned as a desert champion.

If you think about it, this level increase is not unjustified either. Besides, no matter what the fine reason, there won't be any punishment for having this kind of luck every once in a while. Anyway, I've been struggling with levels!

Then I ate Behemoth's soul for less than a grain of rice, and I went outside waiting for the leveling aftertaste to leave.

I punched Behemoth's body from the inside with a vigorous move (keigi), but the effect of leveling was also reflected in the power of the move, which I was able to kill as thoroughly as it was interesting. Besides, it seems to me that Behemoth's death has also caused the meat to deteriorate considerably, making it easier to slash. This would be one of the reasons why escape was easier.

Having succeeded in going outside lightly in addition to my thoughts, I thought the demon would attack me soon. But they flock to Behemoth's carcass in a heartbeat, and they don't even look this way. He's obsessed with the treat in front of him, and he doesn't have my presence in his eyes.

Fortunately, he builds a scaffold in the air and moves over it.

So once again I looked down at the hordes of monsters that were so awesome under my eyes.

Behemoth dies and no longer regenerates his flesh. The demons, who have lost infinite food, will be scattered throughout the desert in search of fresh bait after eating up the remains of Behemoth.

I'll get a grip on it here before it does. It was when I shook my heart up thinking so.

- A strange sound shook my ears.

Titty, and the sound of applause no matter what you hear engraved with a constant rhythm. My applause comes down from above, floating in the universe...

A cool voice popped into my ear, waving the sky reflexively.

"Brilliant, that's all. I didn't know humans would defeat the Divine Beast."

A figure slapping his hand with an admirable look against the background of a huge moon floating in the night sky.

That's the boy's face looking down at this one. The body is also small, and when it comes to appearance alone, it would be about twelve or three years old. However, the fact that this boy does not exist as he looks tells the tale of a twisted ear and shallow black skin.

The same dark elves as Wisteria.

He stopped clapping and spread his hands to the left and right against me, who was vigilant and dressed up. No harm done, I suppose it's meant to be an appeal.

Of course, I wouldn't be alarmed by that. I glanced sharply at my opponent.

"Andorra's elf, huh?

"No, I'm not. I don't belong to Andorra, and I'm not an elf. Once upon a time. Now, yeah."

When I frowned at the person's meaningful response, the boy who saw it grinned.

"Excuse me. It's my bad habit to say thoughtless things. Let me name it with respect for God Beast Killer (Holly Slayer). My name is Lascalis. He who made himself king of the Golden Empire (Imperium) and presided over the nightclub. It might be easier for you to understand things like Comrade Sharamon."

"... the head of the immortal king?"

I explore my memories as I turn my attention to each and every one of them.

Lascalis, the dark elf of the saint-killing that Cardinal Cyrara was referring to in Berca. The king of the Golden Empire (Imperium) was the first ear, but the seat at the night club was said to be number one. Naturally, it would be stronger than third-place Sharamon.

In fact, even though I lacked concentration right after the battle with Behemoth, I couldn't detect any sign of Lascalis. If that's what he wants, he must have been able to storm as many of them as he wants.

Seeing as I dare to overlook that opportunity, it doesn't seem like I'm here to avenge Sharamon, but that's why I can't be alarmed.

With that in mind, Lascaris has been laying down more words.

"You are right, I am the king of immortality. It's a monster that lived outside of my life. But even if it's a monster, we have respect for others. I'm not saying that you have no grudges against Sharamon, but I'm not going to imitate you as despicable as you are after a battle with the Beast of God."

The voice was serious besides thoughts. It can be described as sincere.

Of course, that attitude could be false, but I don't even think it makes sense to take me until I miss the opportunity to preempt. I'm not going to fight here, I guess it's true.

Then the question arises as to what he revealed himself before me for, but Rascalis' mouth moves faster than I do.

"The divine beast you defeated was one of the culprits of the destruction of the Golden Empire (Imperium). Give Golden Empire (Imperium) gold if you want. Or is knowledge better? I can tell you what once happened in this land and how it leads to the present. It's all about the truth about the battle 300 years ago."

"Hmm. It seems true that thoughtful things are bad habits."

"Ha, now that's a simple fact pointer. I won't deny that I've had a little bit of a mess."

Speaking of which, Rascalis took his gaze off of me and saw the fallen Behemoth and the demons flocking to it.

"I just need to get rid of that one before we do, no matter what we talk about. Now that I've lost my mother, most of them will starve to death if I leave them alone, but this place is too close to Andorra"

Speaking so, the Immortal King unleashed his mighty magic and began chanting.

Smooth and dense enough to wield fear (as it is). Rascalis' chant sticks in his brain as if it erodes his hearing.

- You betrayed me (Eli Eli Urs). I'll betray you too (Eli Urs)

- The crowd, the greedy wings, the kings of the worms.

- If scattered, featherworms, if collected, hedgehogs, clouds of darkness (yawning) covering heaven and earth

- Thou art the eater of everything. who do not know full, do not know enough, and therefore do not know to stop

- Flatten a thousand miles and drink ten thousand miles of Wave Tao.

"'The unstoppable wings sound is the roar of famine - the starting locust emperor'"

A beautiful chant similar to the hymn sung in the church ends.

But stay quiet around. For a moment, the word underdevelopment crosses the back of my brain.

Of course, there was no such thing.

The light shades in my sight. I looked up into the sky in search of the cause, and I realized it late.

- The moon is gone.

So brilliant (like this) was the great moon that was illuminating the night sky, hiding beyond the clouds.

The moment I realize that the cloud is made of countless flying locusts (bats), a strong chill runs on my spine.

The enchantment magic once used by Sharamon, "The Original Locust Emperor". I had heard from Lunamaria and Miroslav.

But the magnitude of the magic that Sharamon used is different from the magic that's unfolding in front of me now. Whereas Sharamon burned the tip of the Titis forest into a wilderness, I even wonder if that of Rascalis could burn away all the deep realms.

The clouds moved in front of my eyes without forbidding amazement and decadence. Countless locusts pour over the ground like rain. Each one of them remains pregnant with such magic that it empties a great hole in the earth.

Blink that shoots at your eyes, sound that binds your ears.

At the next moment, the fierce impact shook the Catalan Desert. The afterlight of the swollen explosion reminded me of a giant sun.