Chapter 584: Devilish Behemoth - Dark Turtle [Part 2]

Chapter 584: Devilish Behemoth - Dark Turtle [Part 2]



Their faces and composure shifted the moment Northern spoke. Maybe they would have had small fragments of doubt when Northern spoke, but Dante's strange behavior just now was all too informing.

Tension mixed with silence and made the air around them heavy.

Northern closed his eyes, his hand softly touching the crimson ground. Since they were ascending a slope, the murky waters around this area had greatly reclined, falling back to the lower slope of the plain.

All their attention converged on Northern. They were nervously waiting to hear the next thing he was going to say.

While Northern had his eyes closed, his awareness peaked in that moment.

The creature was very far-too far for anyone, even the best of scouts, to sense it. Of course, except for Paragons who had heightened danger detection.

"It's coming closer."

Northern's hoarse voice finally made its debut after minutes. But following it was a subtle but obvious trembling of the ground.

It was as if to inform them how correct Northern was. The creature was getting closer to them. Northern squinted his eyes. "I was right... it's moving beneath the ground. It's burrowing." Ignoring the part where he said he was right because no one ever noticed him mention it, they were all concerned about the latter statement.

"What do you mean it's burrowing?" Alystren inquired, his facial features folding.

Northern looked up at him and stood up, glancing around.

"I don't have much to say other than everyone's life is in their hands."

Northern's choice of words made their hearts suddenly heavier than usual, chills prickling their skin.

He wished he could have chosen a better route with his words. But he couldn't afford to-he didn't know how things would go with a Behemoth; he had never faced one before.

So rather than sugarcoat words and be optimistic, he'd rather be pessimistic and say the truth in the crudest way possible to prepare their hearts.

"He is right," Dante said as he walked closer to them. "What I felt just now... I am not sure I have ever fought something like that."

And that explained the reason for his unexpected response.

At the same time, hearing him speak even made them feel worse.

The trembling of the earth beneath them escalated, a rumble that crawled up through their feet, setting their nerves on edge.

The ground felt alive, as if the very land itself was twisting in anticipation of the creature that lurked below.

Northern steadied himself, his gaze hard, the shadows in his eyes betraying no hint of fear- only a grim acceptance.

"Everyone, spread out," Northern ordered, his voice like steel. "Don't cluster together. It's exactly what it wants."

They scrambled into position, each one glancing back at the undulating ground as if it might explode at any second.

Alystren tightened his grip on his weapon-a longsword, the edges of his expression wavering.

He glanced at Dante, looking for some assurance, but Dante's face was a mask-a mask that concealed the same fear clawing at the rest of them.

Then, the ground split open, and with it, a wave of stale, suffocating heat surged up.

It was as if a breath from the underworld had reached them, curling around their limbs, making their skin crawl.

The air grew thick, cloying with the scent of damp earth and something metallic, something foreboding.

And then... they saw it.

As Alystren's sword connected with the monster's back, it exploded back, throwing him away.

Just as Alystren flew away, Shin shot in, his form dividing into three that flew into different directions. His main body toward the monster's forelimb, one appearing in front and the last

one swiftly circling to the back.

Simultaneously, they attacked.

Black essence oozed out of not just Shin's sword but his entire body as he wove a strange

pattern of swordsmanship.

Northern had firstly almost likened it to Void essence but no, it wasn't. It was just Shin's soul

essence form. Darkness.

'So that's how it looks,' Northern acknowledged as he watched how Shin wove intricate sword patterns and bombarded the monster.

The dark essence seemed to curl like multiple blades, all complementing the delicate

movement of his legs and hands.

And with each connected strike was an almost thunderous resonance.

The most terrifying part was that there was a perfect synchronization with all three clones. Northern didn't see the one behind but he could see the one in front.

It was as if they were perfectly, without fail, mirroring every step without even looking.

There had to be a network of information that did not take time to deliver for such

magnificent display of sword art to be made possible.

Northern remembered link and how perfectly it worked. Looking at his father right now, he understood that Shin had mastered the ability to a level that he had never reached.

'Of course he has...' Northern felt slightly proud. He had always suspected Shin to be strong

and always hoped he was right.

This instance proved that he had been right about his father all along.

Sadly, it was all useless.

Every chain of attack was being perfectly deflected by the monster without a waste of

movement.

All it just had to do was shift its shell slightly. Its form was so enormous and the shell itself covered more than half the area of its body; there were little to no places to strike.

Even its legs were covered by the black shell and same red veins.

Shin, when he saw all his effort was easily being nullified, had to take a moment of recess,

jumping back.

As he jumped back, Dante entered the monster's space again, his movement this time seemed more vicious and dangerous.

He swung his sword with brutal strength, delivering an arc from the side to the monster's forelimb on Shin's opposite side.

But the swing was once again deflected with an even more outrageous force that sent the

Lieutenant reeling.