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

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.