653 651 Weena Lane VS Great Warcraft (2/2)
One yarn is very thin. In the first place, it is as thin as we perceive it as yarn. I was tangled up in that thread, and it didn't seem to affect the Great Warcraft or anything.
But what if that's a thousand? What if it's 10,000? What if it's more than that?
The answer was right in front of us.
The body of the Great Warcraft, covered in thin, long threads, is so white that it wonders if its colour is white.
Gradually, the whole body of the Great Warcraft was tightened and restrained by the thread of water.
But naturally, the purpose of Weena Lane is not to stop the Great Warcraft from moving.
The surface of the lake, where the yarn stretches, swoops out extensively, and the movement becomes progressively more intense.
”Hey, is something going on with the Great Warcraft?
'If you ask me... No, not that it's getting bigger.'
”Are you coming out of the seal?
'Yes, yes. Like that!
The Great Warcraft is about to break the seal and leave? I thought so, but it's very different. Either that or he looked like he was trying to force me to drag him out.
The scream of the Great Warcraft echoes. Yes, it is clearly a scream.
”Ahhhhhhhhh!
And the body of the Great Warcraft was dragged out of the seal at once. It is as if a large amount of red and black tocorotene is being pushed out of a narrow hole.
Well, even if it's a narrow hole, it'll be a few dozen meters in diameter.
Apparently the strength of the flesh is remarkably fragile because the flesh was forced to drag it out of the seal before it was resurrected. I can see the meat mass overflowing the lake just touching the water with the divine attributes weathering and smashing and scattering.
Plus, the part that was originally out of the seal. Even the meat chunks we were attacking just now have not been retained in their original form. That yarn wasn't just a yarn, it seemed to have offensive power.
It seemed to have helped to sharpen the touched areas and inhibit regeneration.
The thread of water that strikes the Great Warcraft continues to grow in number. That is probably why the lake surface, with a radius of about 500 metres, is almost under the control of Wiener Lane.
No longer can the Great Warcraft escape.
”Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!
Its roar, emitted by the Great Warcraft, is as if it were the mourning voice of a condemned and bitter sinner. And finally, that voice, the Great Warcraft could never roar.
His whole body had already fallen apart, and not a single mouth remained that was innumerable.
It was the end of the Great Warcraft, which was thought to boast infinite vitality.
The thread that was enveloping the Great Warcraft like a giant cocoon slowly unravels. And when all the yarn went back to the water in the lake, there was nothing there.
There are no traces of the Great Warcraft left.
The lake surface, which was so desolate, quickly calmed down, so calmly that I wonder if that battle was an illusion we saw.
'It's over...?
”On?”
No matter how much you explore your surroundings, there's no sign of the Great Warcraft shards or what remains. The remnants of the battle are only a few signs of holiness emitted by the water. That is all.
The end of that rough, massive myth-class fierce battle was surprisingly quiet.