165 – Behemoth – 2
ㅡpain!
The whip tore through the spot where my body had been before. A sharp crackling sound echoed throughout the room.
I straightened my posture and observed the Behemoth, which hadn’t moved a single step from its place.
‘They have the same personality.’
Behemoth was a boss who tried to keep as far away from the player as possible even in the game. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the human world, so I’m saving myself to not die carelessly.
So, for the priests who mainly use ranged divine spells, it was a boss almost like raw food. It’s because if you keep a moderate distance and fire holy spells, you’ll die on your own.
Conversely, the rest of the occupations forced to engage in close combat suffered a bit.
The concept of attacking while completely avoiding one’s body was kept very faithfully even in Dyalan mode, and there was no pattern of suddenly running into or clinging to the player.
This meant that once they kept their distance, they had enough time to observe the pattern.
“You keep running away like a rat? Do you want to get hit more painfully?”
Perhaps because I had kept my distance by observing the pattern, my voice and expression were gradually returning to composure. The hot pink pupils toward me were smiling again.
The whip in his hand was tinged with red energy. That was a weapon that caused ‘bleeding’, one of Brunet 4’s status abnormalities.
Bleeding was a condition that could be applied using exclusive enchantments, weapons with the bleeding attribute, or specific magic.
Once afflicted with Bleeding, the player takes damage every time they perform an action, such as running, swinging a weapon, or rolling, for its duration of 15 seconds.
In other words, there is no damage if you stay still. Theoretically, if you stood still for 15 seconds, you could end the status ailment without taking any damage.
Of course, this is only theoretical.
Unless the last remaining enemy died and the bleeding gauge exploded, how could you stand still when the enemies would frantically attack you to kill you? then it dies
In particular, the action of drinking a potion is also judged as an action and causes damage, so drinking a potion to restore health while bleeding was able to show the feeling of literally leaking blood.
‘It doesn’t mean anything to me anyway.’
Similar to other status ailments. If you get hit by an attack that causes bleeding, you’ll die before the gauge even explodes, so why bother?
“Is it because I’m holding a whip and I’m scared? Don’t worry, darling! look at this! Doesn’t it hurt?”
The Behemoth shortened the whip to the length of his forearm and began beating himself. His chest, buttocks, and thighs were entangled in the whip, making a slap sound.
Aang, ang, and groaning sounds that were unmatched were also heard. It was a moaning sound that could be heard anywhere.
The flesh in the spot where the whip had hit it burst and blood gushed out, then it was restored in the blink of an eye and new flesh sprouted. It seemed that his own attack was also being healed.
“What are you doing? You don’t mean to just watch a woman like this right in front of you, do you?”
As I stood still nailed to the floor, the Behemoth twisted itself into a posture that emphasized its chest and hips.
Surprisingly, even though I was facing that violent body head-on, I was completely unmoved. Maybe it was because I was too overweight. They said it was overpaid, but there was nothing wrong with what they said.
In terms of proportions, it was much better than Nix, where the torso hangs over the chest.
“I’m hot with women, but I don’t like men who tease me!”
Behemoth acted first. The right hand was swung. The black SM whip, which returned to its original length, flew like a shot.
He swung the wingless nightmare and deflected the whip. As soon as it bounced, the next attack came in immediately. The black whip collided with the wingless nightmare, making a snapping sound.
Concentrated on arms and shoulders. Since it was a boss who only whipped whips from a distance, there was hardly anything that could be called a pattern if you spread the distance.
That devil didn’t bother approaching the player, he just swung his whip from afar. So I just had to focus on deflecting the whip. It was easy.
‘Stay off, off beat, one beat late, stay off, stay off, off beat, off beat, off beat, stay off, and stay off the last one.’
Of course, off beats and anchor beats are randomly mixed, but under the premise that you’ve memorized all those trashy patterns that include off beats that are half a beat late, not off beats that are one beat late.
That kind of thing had no choice but to memorize the timing while dying. What if you don’t know? Either you get caught in an off-beat fake, or conversely, you try to bounce off the anchor like an off-beat, and then you get ejected as a statue.
“Are you going to stay like this until the end? yes?”
As I repelled all of the attacks without blinking, the Behemoth’s eyes overflowed with light. The whip split in two and flew at a slightly slower speed than before.
I raised my guard to reduce combat fatigue, and then rolled to the side at the right timing to get out. The whip twisted round and round in the air.
It was a catch pattern. If you try to bounce it off saying that it’s easy because it’s a slow attack, you’ll be dragged away with your weapon and arms grabbed one by one, and your head buried between those breasts.
And the vertebrae would be broken.
In the game, if I had only HP left after being attacked like that, I would stand up, but not here. It’s either dying or being worse off than dying.
Taking advantage of the whip’s return gap, I spurred the ground and ran out. As always with such a continuous hit pattern, if you deflect or avoid all of them, you will get a very certain deal time.
The Behemoth suddenly saw me trying to close the distance and raised its whip in panic, but my approach was faster. A wingless nightmare glowing in the soft moonlight slashed the side of the Behemoth.
“Quaaa
A tearing scream erupted. The Behemoth staggered out of my sight, emerging from the other side of the wall. It was an instantaneous move.
If it was used for an attack, it would have been a skill that would have put people in trouble, but fortunately, there was no pattern for using it for an attack. Even now, it seemed that he had no intention of using it for an attack.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”
The Behemoth struggled, holding on to the spot cut by the sword. As it was, she shed a few tears, mumbled her mouth, then put her left hand under her chin and spat out a lot of saliva.
Then, he rubbed his saliva-soaked palms vigorously on his side.
“you… … !”
“Are you making a fuss about just cutting it? It’s not too bad.”
It wasn’t a mockery, it was sincere. Compared to that guy’s total HP, the damage of one normal hit shouldn’t be much, but he was even crying as if his arm had fallen off.
Behemoth glared at me with teary eyes.
“Are you stupid?”
“The judgment is over, Judge heretic.”
After confirming that the combat nuns under her command had completed the ‘heresy detection’ up to the last one, Stella slammed her mace on the floor. Red blood, brains and flesh cascaded to the nearby ground.
In front of them, there were people who were still alive and corpses with their heads exploded, lined up in a ratio of about 2 to 1.
To be precise, it should be called a person whose soul has not yet been captured by the devil, rather than a person who is still alive. If you earnestly pray to the sun and the moon for salvation, at least you won’t be taken to hell after death.
However, those whose heads exploded were already late, so they took action neatly.
Stella let go of the mace, which was covered in all sorts of liquids and lumps, and turned to Selene. Selene was fiddling with her arms in front of a tree a little further away.
“Start praying.”
“Yes, Heretic Inquisitor.”
The battle nuns bowed their heads at Stella, laying down their maces and shields. There was a continuous thud, thud. The divine catalyst was pulled out all at once from the belt.
The battle nuns knelt on the ground and began to pray with their hands wrapped around the holy catalyst. Brilliant golden sunlight radiated out and covered the figures of the people who sat down in a daze.
After confirming that, Stella approached Selene.
“Have you had any results?”
“I got the information I was looking for.”
Selene, who had put her ear near his mouth and heard the muttering, stood up. A large lump of blood was wriggling in front of it.
Skin peeled off from head to toe, eyes gouged out, nose and ears cut off, teeth pulled out, even gums crushed, mouth torn from ear to ear, and much muscle tissue throughout the body cut off.
It was a devil worshiper whose body size was reduced to 1/2 compared to when it was just caught.
What’s even more surprising is the fact that even after doing something like that, he would still be conscious. It’s just that I can’t express it properly because all the means to express it have been ripped off.
“I am glad that it worked. What did you say?”
“The Behemoth is said to have been resurrected.”
“… … Tsk, I guess I should have moved a little faster. Since the devil has resurrected, should we declare this place a purification zone?”
Stella looked into the city, frowning.
It was a really, really big city. Even after bringing all the combat nuns under the Heretic Inquisitor and the Heretic Inquisitor, it wasn’t enough to block the whole place.
I’d like to ask for support from the Holy Land, but I don’t know. It was unknown how helpful the normal combat nuns would be in the fight against demons, rather than the elite combat nuns under Stella and Selene.
There will be no more filthy monsters anymore, I don’t know if the Pope, who has become a free body, comes to support me personally.
Selene shook her head slowly.
“There will be no need for that, Inquisitor. According to that statement, it is most likely still an incomplete resurrection.”
“Well, I guess so. If the devil really fully resurrected, there would be no one left here whose soul hadn’t been taken. Then maybe we will be enough?”
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Green eyes focused on the people lying within the golden glow. The fact that there were that many people whose souls had not been taken away meant that the devil’s power was incomplete.
“So, would you go in first and ‘identify’ the people inside, Inquisitor heretic?”
“Of course it should. How about you, the Heretic Questioner?”
Selene’s purple eyes pointed to the ‘interrogation tools’ in the hands of the combat nuns under her command. Stella understood the meaning at once. It meant that I had to deal with the devil worshipers.
Now, after it has been thoroughly tormented to the last breath, it will be cast into Hell, the dregs of the soul’s dregs.
Stella could also claim to know how to torture humans very well, but Stella’s skills were like a toddler’s compared to Selene’s.
It was because Selene’s heresy interrogation was so cruel and terrible that even the combat nuns under my command were outraged.
“Only one person left to spread the divine barrier to the people here, the rest follow me. I will go inside.”
With the mace back on her shoulder, Stella strode through the castle gates into the city. With the exception of a few, the rest of the combat nuns followed in unison.
“All you have to do is get together in groups of three and identify people in the entire city. Two people will remain, so follow me.”
When the order was given, the battle nuns raised their rapiers vertically in front of their faces or pounded their shields with maces to energize them. Then, they immediately gathered together in groups of three and headed all over the city.
Stella, the only two men following right behind, turned around.
“Come on, hurry up. We have somewhere else to go.”
“Where would you like to go?”
One of the battle nuns asked. Stella replied in a tone that said, “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Of course, this is the manor house.”