185 Episode 55: Breath of the Stars

- Woohoo (oh), sadness, the lamp of life (hi) goes out.

"It" sighed like a gunshot, feeling the death of a myriad of my sons.

The exhaled sigh breezes and blows up the demons (my son) hanging at the tip of his nose, rising high above the sky.

The demonic body thrust up in the sky was twisted and shaken by wind pressure, and at this point it was desperate. The carcass is beaten to dry sand as it is.

- Woohoo (oh), pity, how can life be brittle?

A giant leg reminiscent of the castle steps and crushes the remains of my son scattered over the sand.

I didn't do that intentionally. Your body is too huge to turn around. From the perspective of "it", it was very impossible to walk away from the remains of my little boy as much as the hole in the needle.

- I grieve, if my life is to patrol (meow). I feel sorry for you, if your life is a shame.

It is not a thing which the world has ordained to be right.

That's why 'it' protects and nurtures life to the fullest. According to such a role of self, which grows up eating enemies traitorously into the world and fills the bellies of children who follow the world with their raised selves as food.

Until today 'it' has faithfully played its part. "It" exhales gratification at the pleasure of matching what you want to do with what you have to do.

But I couldn't always be satisfied.

It stinks. There is a stench of a curved nose that emanates from the foolish things that were traitorous to the world.

- This bow (mi) is a culinary fang. Clean the world (broom). Destroy the unsuccessful (fuzzy) people (from time to time) who turn their teeth to the great order.

The next moment, 'It' opened his mouth wide.

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- I didn't expect it to be so powerful.

As I distanced myself from the blowing ice storm, I was thinking that inside out.

No, it was just as expected until I crushed a large group of demons under the pressure of freezing chi. But then the ice storm was completely unexpected. Indeed, I used the wind to move my frozen chi, but the storm in front of me is clearly a phenomenon unrelated to it.

In that proof, no matter how many demons fall, no soul ever comes in.

If you eat your soul in a soul outfit (soul eater), the most efficient way is to kill your enemies directly with your body. And I could eat my soul if I attacked with a strong move (kegi) from a distance, although not as much as I did when I slashed it directly.

In fact, the demon's soul is coming in because of the river flame that I released earlier.

But now I don't have it. More importantly, even before the ice storm, I felt little influx of souls when I crushed a large group of enemies with freezing chi.

Apparently, the only way you can eat your soul is by toughening your enemies. If you cause a natural phenomenon with a vigorous technique (kegi), like this one, you don't seem to be able to eat the soul of the fallen enemy with that phenomenon.

... The problem is that we don't know as if the ice storm in front of us is a natural phenomenon. Let's ask Renamaria later.

But if using an ice hammer is bound to cause this kind of storm, then this move is rarely used. Well, my value as a move was jerked off when I found out I couldn't eat my soul, so when it comes to no problems, I have no problems.

I feel Wisteria's gaze telling me so much about my cheeks from earlier, but I pretend not to notice it. Don't let them notice you're sweating cold unexpectedly while causing the destruction so far. Let's laugh confidently at best.

Either way, this should have pretty much cleaned up the demons that attacked the Alweto Oasis.

Maybe there's still a sequel, but the frozen storm (Toran) isn't going to subside for a while. The result is likely to be a good time.

All right, once we get back to Leelo Oasis, we'll tell them what's going on. After that, it was when I expected the storm to subside and reconnaissance from the sky again - thinking that way.

My body trembled.

It is seen. I felt that way.

The next moment I felt it, I was screaming.

"Klau Solas!!

Calling on the blue (Indigo) wing beast (Wyburn) who was flying through the sky avoiding cold air. I couldn't afford to give specific instructions, but Klau Solas seems to have correctly drawn my intentions. It comes down to the ground like it panicked.

Maybe you mistook me for pissed off "come on down" instead of drawing on my intentions, but then that's fine. It is the name of the injury.

Wisteria was originally nearby so no problem.

As I was rushing to work out my strength, I felt a small light shine across the horizon, across the still raging storm of ice.

- Coming.

Heavy enough to dry your throat. Chills rushing up my spine. Signs of death I hadn't felt in a long time since I met my heart costume.

To get kicked in by them, I let the strength (kei) that I had worked out unfold up front. Not for offense, but for defense.

I don't have time to think about the name of the move, and before that, there are no shards of sophistication enough to honor the move, such an undressed barrier can be raised. This was when I thought that I should have polished my defensive moves as well.

Kivu, and.

Some light noise shivers my ears, like pulling through a cork stopper.

Shortly afterwards, all the scenery in sight disappeared.

It was a running stream of light.

It was a turbidity of silver.

If at this time there had been anyone overlooking (fumbling) the Catalan Desert from the top of the sky, they would have been able to see a shooting star running through the surface.

Even the storm of ice that wiped out a large group of demons earlier is wiped out by the breath (braces) of the stars. The calories and destructive power of each. This blow, which causes every life to be attributed to nothing in an instant, must cause death, not only to men and cities, but even to the earth.

Yes, no matter how lush the forest is or the plain land, if you bathe in this breath (brace), you will end up in a barren wilderness where no grass will grow.

Isn't that how the Catalan desert, which still shows no end to man, was created?

Think about it as you pour all of the gushing force (kei) into your defense.

And there was a response to that question that I didn't even put to my mouth.

- Nah (only) ri.

The unheard, then unmisheard voice belonged to a homologous existence (anima) freshly soul eater.

I have heard the voice of the Soul Eater so clearly since I met my heart in the Fly King's Nest.

Suddenly, surprised, a strange sight emerged in the back of his brain the next moment.

A herd of turrets (behemoths) filling the horizon. And countless lives extinguished by the star fire they spit out.

Neither a strong walls nor strong junctions can do any good. The millennia of history built up, the golden culture built up, is trampled by the suddenly revealed godbeasts.

A sight I've never seen, a memory I can't possibly have.

And yet, I do know. This is a sight of the past. The battle of the Divine Ages, which was an opportunity for the emergence of the Catalan Desert.

"... your memory, Soul Eater?

Now there was no answer. But signs of affirmation came through.

How did you show this? I tried to raise that question, and I stopped.

I don't even have to ask. The Soul Eater says to fight. He told me to eat up that king of beasts.

Of course, there's no denying it.

From the beginning, my aim was Behemoth. On top of that, he was so welcome, there can't be any other option but to fight.

Unlike Hydra, which probably hasn't been around for a long time, Behemoth has been around for quite some time now. When it comes to humans, it's like a baby and an adult, and even when it comes to the same fantasy species, hand strength would be out of step.

But there's nothing wrong with that. Rather welcome. You have your soul rooted with the horn (s), and I'll go up more.

"Oh, yeah. Why don't you take this opportunity to get to the realm of the sky?

When I said that in good shape, now the signs of denial were conveyed.

Goz said that sky (kuku) was a state that brought out all the power of the mystery of a fantasy one-sword stream, a homologous being (anima). In other words, I thought if Soul Eater cared about it, I would be able to make it now, but the response to that was a mild shock to my forehead. Feels like something poked me in the eye.

Apparently, "That's it, this is this". Yikes.

"Well, okay. If you find out who your opponent is a dull turret, you can fight as much as you want."

That said, I turn my gaze to Behemoth, who is still breathing (braces) from the other side.

I also felt that the calories, regardless of the previous moments, on the contrary, were slightly more powerful - but I didn't feel any more heavy pressure or chills.