189 Lesson 59: God Beast Killer (1/2)

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?”