188 Lesson 58: King of the Beast (1/2)

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.