This Behemoth is even more powerful than the one I have encountered before.
The sight of such a monster is enough to destroy the mind, and even a brave warrior cannot be immune to the influence of the mysterious power. I've had similar experiences and recovered a little faster. The same is true for Kurala. There are many officers and extraordinary people in the army who have also faced its kind. They are the only forces that can maintain order and courage in a short period of time.
If the enemy is just this giant beast, extraordinary people joining forces or concentrating heavy weapons may not be able to kill it. However, Duke Meyer had most likely betrayed, otherwise there was no explanation for the enemy's sudden appearance from his defenses, which was the real blow. Who else can believe that even a character like him can be considered a traitor?
The army of the clan alliance has appeared on our flank and rear and will block the road to the south at any time. The army has also lost order in the chaos.
The cavalry that retreated from the headquarters was probably the one escorting the prince and the general to escape. They should withdraw south quickly and take action only after they have solid intelligence. Other troops and strong men have also received the news, and most of them will retreat south along their respective roads.
Therefore, the situation in front of me is completely different from that of more than a year ago, and I cannot count on extraordinary beings and powerful troops to support me. If we had to wait a little longer and wait until the clan alliance's army completed the encirclement, things would have been much worse.
The army has disintegrated and is on the verge of defeat. If this monster is not stopped and this avalanche-like decline is not stopped, Krista may not be able to rush out from somewhere, and Sonia and I, as well as most of the army, will not be able to escape the interception of the pursuers.
Griffith stood among the crowds and faced the monster as big as a mountain. He tapped his lance lightly, calmed his mind, and galvanized his horse.
The horse was as frightened as the others. Just the stench and ferocious smell in the air made it frightened, and it subconsciously wanted to run away.
"Be brave, man, be brave!"
He took a deep breath, feeling the thickness and moisture of the blood, and the hot fire ignited in his cold eyes. He struck the ground with his lance, and an invisible impact and sonic boom swept over him. An unfamiliar power is erupting from the limbs and bones, hovering around him, like a canopy of flames and light.
The panicked warriors fled from nearby, alerted by the shock and reverberation, and their suspicious eyes flashed past the knight standing tall.
The noisy chaos was stagnant. In the splashing dust and rain of blood, many, if not all, of the panicked cavalry and infantry nearby stopped and slowly broke free from the nauseating fear and dizziness. They looked up and saw a man and a horse walking past. The knight's steps are vigorous and graceful, heading towards the source of fear and disaster. When the fleeing soldiers met him, they didn't dare to look up at the knight's figure. They felt ashamed just because their eyes met, and scattered to both sides like hitting a rock in the ocean.
Sonia suddenly woke up with a headache and dizziness. She hurriedly looked for her knight, and saw him walking backwards among the retreating crowd with his legs lightly clamped, a bloody lance on his shoulder. This unyielding Zhengma Guying was completely different from what she had seen in the championship.
Timid people's hearts will surge when they look at him, and those who shrink away will get excited when they get close to him, just like a dying person who is frozen in the cold night meets a warm bonfire. The happiness makes people fear that this is a false illusion. The war horse seemed to be integrated with the knight, stepping forward with iron hooves in the red light, and slowly ran towards the battlefield filled with death and despair.
…
A piercing roar sounded in the sky, and the rain of stones in the sky passed overhead like a banshee announcing a funeral and an ominous horn. Fear turned into a whirlpool, approaching step by step, tightly binding the struggling survivors, as if laughing.
The second round of gravel rain came.
Beamon crushed the boulder and spread the deadly stones out in an overwhelming manner. There was a dense rustling sound in the air, like tearing linen. The wilderness was like a fountain starting from hundreds of springs, bursting out like dense forests of smoke and ashes. This gravel forest swept over the retreating troops, dragging them once more into hell.
The desperate screams covered the sky and the sun, as if the world's orbit was shaken.
The control captures the information that is as chaotic as snowflakes and points out the rapidly shaking trajectory. Griffith walked through the smoke and dust. First at a trot, then with the lance leveled and tucked under his shoulders, the horse began to accelerate.
His speed was getting faster and faster, and the war horse wrapped in blood-colored light seemed to fly, flickering in the roaring rain of stones, like a meteor passing through the rain of meteorites, drawing electric light-like folds.
Griffith's eyes scanned the corpses scattered across the field. The unfortunate warriors have not yet cooled down, and their souls and wishes are still in the sky. The sharp lance piercing the body of such a giant beast was like hitting a city wall. However, defense has its limits after all. One hundred or two hundred self-destructing balls should be able to break the defense.
The corpse that had just fallen began to squirm, the warm blood solidified, and hundreds of living corpses woke up from the desolation. They prostrate themselves on the ground and listen to the call.
Self-destructing balls and living zombies are very powerful, but very fragile. If they swarmed up, they might all be killed together... Griffith pointed his sword forward, and a group of self-destructing balls swamped the orcs near Beamon and rolled towards the giant beast.
Behemoth swept his claws, and the wind pressure crushed the fragile corpse monsters, tearing them apart into a sky full of acid mist. However, most of the self-destructing balls suddenly stopped suddenly before being swept by this blow, scattered like flowers, and then gathered together after the wind pressure passed.
The giant beast's one eye swept across the ground. The scattered undead creatures were beyond its expectation, but it was only slightly surprised. It clenched a fist with its right hand and hammered the ground. The invisible shock wave spread out in a ring. Wherever the terrifying force went, it set off jagged stone spikes and broke the scattered self-destructing balls.
Griffith took out Han Guang and directed the self-destructing ball to attack in several waves. At the same time, he accelerated his horse, detoured to the side, and slashed towards Beamon's thigh as he passed quickly.
Under this sword, he felt an unprecedented blockage. The holy sword of broken steel seemed to have sunk into the viscous liquid. It was blocked and slowed down before it hit the hard fur, and even the refraction on the blade dimmed.
This is……!
When he encountered Beamon for the first time, Griffith just threw a throwing spear and did not have such a sharp weapon in his hand. After Yi Hanguang swung a blow, he immediately realized that this giant beast was definitely not relying on its tyrannical flesh and body to resist.
This is some kind of extraordinary power. The attack will be mysteriously weakened before hitting, and then it will penetrate the armor!
Griffith walked around behind the beast. At the moment before it turned around, it put away its sword and held its gun, sped up its rotation, and drew a semicircle with the giant beast as the center. Just as he was about to stab him with a blood thorn, Beamon's hanging right arm swiped behind his back seemingly casually.
From the perspective of the giant beast, this sweep was just a light blow, but in front of Griffith, it rolled up several meters of earth and stone walls, covering its head and face like a mad wolf. He hurriedly dodged the earth and rocks, but he did not escape the raging wind. He and his horse were swept up and flew away.
He rolled in the hurricane, tried his best to maintain his body shape, and still fell heavily to the ground and rolled over. The horse also neighed and was smashed into a blur of flesh and blood.
Griffith only felt that his internal organs and lungs were whining from the bumps and impacts, and all the bones in his body were shaking. A white light flashed in front of his eyes, his ears were buzzing, and a bitter fishy smell suddenly came to his mouth. .
He struggled to get up and found that he had rolled dozens of meters away. The giant beast was slowly turning around, scanning over with its terrifying single eye.
This one-eye was bigger than a bear, and strange ripples spread out when he stared at it. Griffith suddenly felt as if his whole body was pressed by a thousand pounds of force, and his body made a loud creaking sound.
This giant beast's face was full of greed and ferocity. It looked down at the fallen insect from a high position and stretched out two fingers to pinch it like a human eating a small fish.
It's now! Griffith held his right hand empty, and there was a rapid rolling sound on the ground. Several groups of self-destructing balls took advantage of Beamon's turn and collided with it.
"boom!"
In a series of explosions and splashing sounds of acid, the hill-like beast was also enveloped and engulfed by dark green acid and splashing sand.
Finished? Griffith struggled to get up, wanting to see the result of the battle. In a short confrontation, he already knew that this giant beast possessed terrifying strength, large-scale control, all-round perception and mysterious shield capabilities, especially...
Especially this mysterious shield.
"Hiss-ouch!"
The sand and dust were suddenly swept away by the hurricane, and the dragon elephant roared like a roar that tore the eardrums and almost burst Griffith's brain. The self-destructing balls lurking in the distance were all destroyed by the pressure of this blow.
The terrifying aura and insurmountable pressure broke through the wind and smoke, and a giant arm like Optimus Pillar smashed into the ground. The huge force caused Griffith, who was dozens of meters away, to bounce up like a pebble, and then his face hit the ground with a "bang".
The solid earth suddenly shattered and deformed like melted chocolate. A terrifying huge figure emerged from the smoke.
The violent limbs, extremely ferocious drive and brown fur are still the same. Under the intensive impact of dozens of self-destructing balls, Beamon was unscathed as if he had been splashed with water.
Beamon raised his paw and patted him.
With a self-destructing ball of this size, even a death knight would be wiped out by the continuous explosions and corrosion. Behemoth was unscathed. How could this be possible?
Is this the power of a demigod? This, this is not something that humans can defeat... I have to avoid it, otherwise I will be beaten to pieces...
Griffith gritted his teeth and tried to escape, a chill of despair spreading down his spine. He had used his strongest attack, but the giant beast's defense remained motionless as if it were a prank.
Suddenly there was a shrill and familiar roar in the sky. A big iron ball flew thousands of meters and hit Behemoth on the head.
"Bang!"
The cannonball, which was enough to break the city wall, made a muffled sound on the giant beast's head, then bounced straight away, landing in front of Griffith and jumping around.
The black iron ball has suddenly deformed, and a few twisted words can still be vaguely discerned on the charred surface——
"Yours sincerely, Fenrir."
…
Sergeant Major Fenrir quickly cleaned the gun barrel.
The team he led was originally dragging heavy artillery and detouring from the rear to a nearby highland gun position, when they encountered giant beasts and incoming enemies on the way. The army disintegrated, and the soldiers around him dispersed, leaving him alone.
The sergeant major didn't know why, but he wasn't afraid at all, didn't run away, and didn't panic. He measured the distance with the caution and seriousness of a veteran and former artillery factory worker, loaded the cannonball, and fired at a target as big as a mountain.
Such a big target should be hit!
The big cannonball fired by the Orochi Cannon drew a beautiful arc and hit the giant beast accurately. The monster that only appeared in the story staggered, and its big head shook, like a drunkard in a bar fight who was hit on the head with a bottle.
"Oh——! Come on, I have to record it. The first hit was a slight damage to a demigod-level creature, and the penetration power needs to be strengthened."
Sergeant Major Fenrir hummed a tune and worked hard to clean the barrel of the gun. Then he drove the mule to turn the muzzle of the gun and loaded three shots into the barrel.
The clan alliance army had launched a full-scale counterattack, and a large group crossed the position and rushed to a position less than two hundred meters away from him.
The sergeant major slowly lowered the barrel and took aim again and again. Then, he lit the fuse and wrote down the report:
"Second Epoch Moon Technical Experiment Squadron, 'Orochi' test third subject. Conducted and recorded by Technical Sergeant Major Fenrir Gunter,
"Three times the shotgun shells, bombarding enemy infantry groups at medium distances. Test results..."
He raised his head, wanting to see the result of the battle, when the Orochi Cannon suddenly made a loud noise, and the gun frame jumped back. The sergeant major was startled. He looked at the enemy infantry who had been cut down in pieces and the remaining soldiers who continued to attack with long guns. After thinking about it again and again, he took a portrait from his pocket and touched it.
"I'm here to see you."
