The light of the sky lantern is as bright as the morning sun and as cool as the full moon.
The figure as tall as a mountain had nowhere to hide in this brightness, revealing its true face.
In terms of the overall outline, it looks like a silverback gorilla walking on its back, except that its two forearms are thicker than the gorilla's, and the ends of the forearms are not thick and short knuckles, but like knuckles.
The claws, as thick as plows, were buckled into the dead gravel. The tips of the claws seemed to be coated with a layer of matte material. They did not show any coldness, but exuded a heart-stopping chill.
Long brown-black hair covers the whole body, as if it is covered with a heavy raincoat. Only the face and shoulders are exposed with rough and thick skin. There are bone spur-like protrusions on the back of the elbow and shoulder blade, but they seem to have signs of breaking.
, leaving eye-catching stubble.
His expression was submerged under the layers of wrinkled skin on his face, and his eyes were very small, with only two faint red lights showing. This also explains why only when He raised his head and stretched the skin on his face, those eye-catching eyes could appear.
A frightened look.
At this moment, He had his mouth closed, and the fangs on his lower jaw were like the traps used by hunters to set up traps, wrapping His thick lips. There were also two upward-curved fangs protruding from the left and right corners of his mouth, which looked very much like the teeth of ancient mammoths.
"Behemoth."
"One of the most powerful bloodlines among native demons, known as the minions of the devil, the doorman of Satan, and the guardian of hell. It is a symbol of darkness and evil, a monster that can support the earth... He does not belong to the lich,
It’s not a sea monster either, but it likes to eat people more than those two monsters.”
"Yes, cannibalism, including but not limited to white men, wizards, alien messengers, visitors from other worlds, etc. It seems that there is no creature that he does not like to eat. His worst record was during a Passover celebration.
At that time, he ate all the creatures in a small city in one go, even the dogs... He even ate the favored person of a certain outer god and a few newly fallen lichs."
"So when First University sent a hunting team to hunt Him, the other demons pretended not to see it, and those great beings deep in the starry sky also helped the school contain His brothers, sisters and distant relatives."
Standing on the tower belonging to the Yuexia Parliament, Hun Buyu introduced the behemoth exposed to the sky lantern to several other senators - in fact, mainly to the youngest and least experienced Su Shijun.
"Behemoth," the witch said thoughtfully, holding the Dharma book, "this name sounds a bit familiar... I always feel like I have heard this name somewhere."
Even though she was separated by several layers of defensive formations and far away from the giant beast, the instinct from the fox tribe still warned her, making the tails behind her as stiff as if they were frozen, without the leisurely swaying comfort before.
.
"Behemoth is just his title, and perhaps only he himself knows his real name."
Duke Milton didn't know when he took out another burgundy cup, with a thick amber light shining in it, and he came over with great interest: "Just like Augustus is the president of the blood club, Bessie
Moss belongs to the most powerful existence of the Beamon clan."
"It turns out that he is from the Beamon clan!" William Talbot suddenly realized it. He held up his hands, jumped up on the parapet, and leaned out, as if he wanted to see more clearly: "...I always heard the elders say that all beasts
King, I didn’t expect him to look like this. Are we going to fight this kind of monster? It’s so exciting.”
"I wish you good luck." Milton sneered again and again: "You, a wolf cub who has never made a breakthrough as a great wizard, are going to challenge Beamon, who is at the top level of a great wizard... your courage is admirable."
"It's better than some bat that only drinks cat urine." William mocked without showing any signs of weakness.
"Luck is like magic, it is limited in this world." Seeing that the two congressmen were about to fight in front of the witch, Hun Wuyu quickly intervened and said: "We are lucky, we don't need to face that monster directly.
… Our good luck means bad luck on the other side… Even the moon is helping us.”
"What does this have to do with the moon?" Su Shijun asked curiously.
"Today is the sixth day of the sixth lunar month in the Hebrew calendar, the month of hope (sivan) in the Hebrew calendar." At this point, he counted with his fingers and confirmed:
"To be precise, today is September 14, 5769 in the Hebrew calendar...According to the information previously collected by the council, Behemoth's energy, including magic power, occurs every year during the summer solstice in April of the Hebrew calendar.
Only then will it reach the peak moment of the year. Its roar and roar can shake the whole world. Even the giant dragon will feel weak in its muscles and bones and be frightened by it. "
"But you just said that it is September in the Hebrew calendar," Su Shijun suddenly said: "This can almost be regarded as one of the months farthest from April... In other words, Behemoth is in
Will it weaken during this period?”
"He may behave relatively lazily," Hun Buyu cautiously gave an analogy: "It's like a bear during the hibernation season. But no matter how lazy it is, a bear is still a bear and will not be attacked by a bat or a hound.
threaten."
Milton Cullen held the wine glass in his hand and suddenly felt that the amber light was no longer fragrant.
"The school should get rid of all the restless prisoners in the black prison as soon as possible." He stood behind the empty walls of the tower, looked around, his eyes fell on the dark border outside the sky lantern, and he sighed deeply.
Tone:
"... Just like those wild vampires, if left unchecked, they will eventually cause big trouble. Just like now, the demons outside the black prison are watching with eager eyes, and the demons in the black prison are also eager to try."
Hun Buyu smiled slightly.
"The demons cannot be killed." He paused and thought of a new metaphor: "The demons are like weeds. Even if you burn them all to ashes this winter, after a while, when the weather warms up, they will grow back again.
There are some new varieties coming out of hell. The only way to get rid of them completely is to compost them.”
"Compost?" Several senators' curious eyes fell on Hun Wuyu at the same time.
Even Gongsun Bing, who had been standing silently at the edge of the tower, his ears moved slightly.
"Compost," Hun Buyu pointed around and gestured: "The black prison is a warehouse. Monsters are piled in the black prison to accumulate fertilizer for the black and yellow trees."
"Ugh," Milton held the burgundy cup with one hand and his nose with the other, looking as if he was about to vomit: "In other words, we are now standing in the dung pile of black yellow wood, and we are following a pile of big dung.
Fight?"
Su Shijun's face turned pale when he heard this terrible metaphor.
"It's not that bad." Hun Wuyu took Milton's wine glass and patted his back: "Huang Renzhong, Luminous Sand, Mochizuki Sand, White Clove, Wulingzhi... We use these materials to prepare potions.
It's been used all the time... Wizards deal with shit every day, you just need to give them nice names."
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