The Revenge of the Soul Eater

After a perfect count of ten, as I told Wisteria.

Now!

When I saw that the breath that Behemoth was releasing was sufficiently converged, I angled the protective shield that had been put up and tried to deflect the enemy's attack.

At the same time, I called out to Wisteria to urge her to act. The brown elf said, "Yes! He contributed a reply in reply and then started to move as if he had been played. I rode Crow Solas and flew towards the Leerlo Oasis, choosing a spot less affected by the breaths.

All the while, I continued to carefully maintain my defenses. If the Behemoths showed even the slightest hint of aiming at the Wisteria and the others, I would have to move immediately.

But fortunately, I should say, the behemoth's breath didn't change its trajectory.

Maybe they're squeezing their sights on me, or maybe there's some other reason. Whatever the case, it's not going to change the fact that it's good for me. Now I can focus on the battle without any worries.

The sand in the desert has melted because of the enemy's attack, and the area around us is like a volcanic crater, but this is just a matter of running through the air like we did when we fought Pazuzu.

After deciding that Wisteria and the others had gotten far enough away, I pointed the cut end of the heart-armor I was holding in my right hand at the behemoths while maintaining the protective barrier with my left hand.

If possible, I would like to attack the behemoth and restrain its movement, but as expected, there was no way to puncture the enemy at the edge of the horizon.

However, you could just push back Breathless for a little while. That's all you need to do to close the distance in one fell swoop.

I focused my attention on unleashing the drill. This is the power technique used in the fight against Hydra, and if Hayate is a flying slash, then this is a flying stab.

The behemoth's breath, which had been squeezed out of its power, had now turned into a spear of light. To push back against it, a stab like Tagane would be more suitable than a slash like the Kuokuokuu.

However, simply unleashing gashes of gashes is not enough of a trick. So, just as I sublimated Hayate into a fictionalized version of himself, I'm going to modify this technique in my own way.

In Fantasy Itto-ryu, he is compared to a spear.　

I added a spinning image to it. It's a huge spinning spear - no, a spiral. It's a huge spinning spear, spinning like a spear, and it's the power technique that strikes and impales the enemy.

The jujin that had been pouring into the defensive wall is now directed toward the new technique, which thins the defensive wall and forces it into the behemoth's breath, but it's not a problem. Wisteria and Crow Solas are already gone, it doesn't matter if the attack flows back a little.

As it was, I kneaded my jade to the limit and unleashed a new jade technique with all my might.

"Genso Itto Ryu--Goura!

◆ ◆ ◆

--Aha, aha, aha, aha.

'It' -- the behemoth was a voice.

It was a voice filled with a variety of emotions: surprise, anger, sadness, confusion, and so on.

Behemoth's breath (breath) is so powerful that it can't help but involve the people around it. The demons (children) who ate the flesh around their mouths melted their bones long ago. Those who ate the flesh around their faces also fell one by one from the heat of the breaths.

Saddened, Behemoth hurried to settle the matter, but somehow, the enemy did not fall. Behemoth's breath is a deadly contraption that pierces every shield. In fact, Behemoth has buried numerous enemies with it.

That attack is ineffective. No, not only is it ineffective, but this is--

--This is the second time I've seen this kind of work in my life.

Behemoth's body trembles faintly at the sight of the one who rushes through the air like a gust of wind, or who is approaching at high speed on the sandy soil.

He tries to release his breath again, but the enemy is not coming at him in a straight line, and he frequently changes his movements, not allowing the behemoth to set his sights on him.

I thought about releasing all of my vision, but it's already been proven that the breaths I've been spreading can't get through to this opponent.

Besides, it was dangerous to keep spitting out more breaths. The behemoths, but not the behemoths. It's the demons (children).

Already in the aftermath of the breaths up to this point, an unbearably high heat swirled around Behemoth. Most of the demons crowded into the head have fallen down, and the demons in the body, legs and even the tail are suffering from the high temperature.

Unleashing more breaths would cause all of them to crawl around in the scorching heat and eventually melt to death.

How long had it taken for them to grow so much life in the desert, so little of the earth's bounty. It is unacceptable to sacrifice all of his children for the sake of a single enemy, even if the opponent is an abominable dragon. Even if the opponent reeks of an abominable dragon.

The mother of a demon (child) hesitates. This is what brings us closer together.

At this moment, a feeling arose in Behemoth's chest that he had never felt before. A sensation similar to anger, but different from anger.

The behemoth's greatest means of attack was breath, but at the same time, it was also almost the only means of attack.

A mobile turret that could fire from extremely long distances. That was the behemoth's true nature, and its massive body was built specifically for this purpose. The mouth is the muzzle, the body is the turret, and the legs are the seat of the gun. It has no other capabilities.

In other words, if the enemy were to crawl into your bosom, you would be unable to respond.

Even so, there was no need to be afraid.

Even if I say it couldn't deal with them, it just means that it couldn't perform special attacks like Breath. He could take advantage of his huge body to hit and trample it. Furthermore, the behemoth's flesh was thicker than Belka's walls and covered its viscera, and the human-controlled armor was only able to damage the surface. When it comes to inflicting fatal wounds, it's impossible.

In fact, behemoths have spent over a thousand years in this desert. It is precisely because no being has been able to harm the behemoth that it has been able to reign over the sandy soil for that long - until today.

Yes, that was the case until today.

Of course, that will not change tomorrow. Of course, it should not change tomorrow. No, it should not change. Because, as a result.

--This body is the fang of Providence. It is a broomstick that cleanses the world. Excluding me is the same as eliminating order. O spiritual leader, cease and desist.

Behemoth warned.

The thoughts of an illusory species are themselves an intangible hammer that strikes a man. An ordinary human being could have had his spirit shattered by this warning alone.

But, of course, that's not what this enemy is capable of.

''It's nice to meet you, King of Beasts.

The voice emanated from the skies.

The person with the black sword at the ready, stamping his feet in a place that is essentially uninhabitable, looks down at the behemoth with arrogance.

''Is that strange voice just now the greeting of an illusory species?　A broomstick that cleanses the world is a strange thing to say, but after attacking so many unilaterally, I don't think it's fair to say that it's time to stop.

It sounds as if you are afraid of it.

The human raised his black sword in the air.

There are certain behaviors that are appropriate for a person who considers himself a guardian of order. Don't run away like the Hydra, King of Beasts.

It was an unmistakable declaration of war. It was the voice of one who was already convinced of victory.

The behemoths barked as if to chastise him for his irreverence, and the countless demons in his body began to move.

The battle has begun.