Vol 5 Chapter 358: So-called compost

　　 The light of the sky lantern is as bright as the morning sun and as cool as the full moon.
　　 That tall figure like a mountain, in this bright, there is nowhere to hide, revealing its true face.
Overall, he looks like a silverback gorilla walking on the ground, but his two forearms are thicker than the gorilla. The ends of the forearms are not stubby knuckles, but roots. The thick claws like a plow are buckled in the dead gravel, and the tips of the claws seem to be coated with a layer of matte material, which is not cold, but exudes a palpable chill.
　　 The long brown hair covered the whole body, as if he was wearing a heavy coat, only the face and shoulders showed thick, thick skin. The back of the elbow and shoulder blades have protruding like bone spurs, but they seem to have broken marks, leaving eye-catching broken stubble.
His expression was submerged under the layers of wrinkled skin on his face, and his eyes were very small, showing only two faint red glows. This also explains why only when he lifts his head and stretches the skin on his face, can he present that pair of people. Frightened eyes.
　　At this moment, he closed his mouth, and the fangs of his lower jaw were like traps arranged by hunters, and wrapped his thick lips. There were also two upwardly curved fangs protruding from the corners of the left and right mouths, which looked like the teeth of ancient beasts and mammoths.
　　 "Behemoth."
"One of the most powerful bloodlines among the primitive monsters, known as the minions of the devil, the doorman of Satan, the guard of hell, is a symbol of darkness and evil, and a monster that can support the earth... He does not belong to the lich. It doesn't belong to the sea monster, but it likes to eat people more than the two kinds of monsters."
"Yes, cannibalism, including but not limited to Bai Ding, wizards, alien messengers, foreign visitors, etc., it seems that there are no creatures that he does not like to eat. His worst record is to celebrate the Passover once. At that time, I ate all the creatures in a small city in one breath, not even the dogs... and even ate the favored ones of a certain foreign and a few liches that had just fallen."
　　 "So when the First University sent a hunting team to hunt him, the other demons pretended not to see him. The great beings in the depths of the starry sky also helped the school to contain his brothers, sisters and distant relatives."
　　 Soul Silence stood on the tower attached to the Lower Moon Council, and introduced to several other Senators—in fact, mainly to the youngest and most inexperienced Su Shijun—the behemoth exposed to the sky lanterns.
　　 "Behemoth," the witch hugged the book, thoughtfully: "This name is a bit familiar... I always feel like I heard this name somewhere."
Even though several layers of defensive formations are far away from the giant beast, the instinct derived from the fox clan still warns her, making the tails behind her as if frozen and stiff, without the comfort of swaying leisurely before. .
　　 "Behemoth is only his title, and his true name may only be known by himself."
The Duke of Milton did not know when he took out a Burgundy cup again, with a sticky amber light swaying in the cup, and he leaned forward happily: "Just like Augustus is the president of the hemophilia, Bess Moss belongs to the most powerful existence of the Beamon clan."
"It turns out that he belonged to the Bimong clan!" William Tapot suddenly realized that, with his hands braced, he jumped onto the female wall, and leaned out, as if he wanted to see more clearly: "...I always listen to the elders talking about Ten Thousand Beasts. King, I didn’t expect to look like this. Are we going to fight this monster? It’s really exciting."
　　 "Good luck." Milton sneered again and again: "You are a wolf cub who has never broken through the great wizard, to challenge the top wizard level Beamon... admirable courage."
　　 "It's better than a bat that only drinks cat urine." William mocked without showing weakness.
"Luck is like magic, it is limited in this world." Seeing that the two congressmen are about to tear up in front of the witch, they quickly reconcile themselves: "We are lucky, we don't need to face the monster directly. ...We are lucky, which means that the luck of the other person is bad...Even the moon is helping us."
　　 "What does this have to do with the moon?" Su Shijun asked curiously.
　　 "Today is June 6th in the Baiding calendar, the month of hope (sivan) in the Hebrew calendar." Having said that, he said with his fingers the final decision, and said:
"To be precise, today is September 14, 5,769, Hebrew calendar...According to the information collected before the council, Behemoth every year during the summer solstice in April in the Hebrew calendar, the spirit, including magic, It will reach the peak of the year, roaring and neighing, it can sing the world, even if the dragon hears it, it will feel weak and deterred by it."
"But you just said that it is the ninth month of the Hebrew calendar," Su Shijun said suddenly: "This can almost be regarded as one of the furthest months from April... That is to say, Behemoth is in Will it be weak during this time?"
"He may be relatively lazy," said the soul, very cautiously. "It's like a bear in the hibernation season. But even if it is lazy, the bear is also a bear. It will not be affected by a bat or hound. Threatened."
　　 Milton Cullen held the wine glass in his hand, and suddenly felt that the amber light was not smelling.
"The school should get rid of the restless prisoners in the dark prison soon," he stood behind the empty wall of the tower, looked around, his eyes fell on the dark border outside the sky lantern cover, and he sighed deeply. Tone:
　　 "...Like those wild blood races, letting them go will eventually cause big trouble. Just like now, the monsters outside the black prison are watching ~ EbookFREE.me~ The monsters in the black prison are also eager to try."
　　 The soul is silent and smiles slightly.
"You can't kill demons." He paused and thought of a new analogy: "Gobs are like weeds, even if you burn them all to ashes this winter, after a while, the weather will get warmer, and they will go back again. Hell has crawled out some new species. The only way to completely deal with them is to compost."
　　 "Compost?" The curious gazes of several senators fell on Soulless at the same time.
　　 Even Gongsun Bing, who had been standing silently on the edge of the tower, moved his auricle slightly.
　　 "Compost," the soul said, pointing to the surroundings, and gestured: "The black prison is a warehouse. Pile the demons in the black prison to compost the black yellow wood."
"Oh," Milton squeezed the Burgundy cup in one hand and his nose in the other. He looked like he was about to vomit out: "In other words, we are standing in the dung pile of black yellow wood, and we are following a pile of dung. Fight?"
　　 Su Shijun's face turned pale when he heard this terrible metaphor.
"It's not that bad." Soulless took Milton's glass and patted him on the back: "Human yellow, Ye Mingsha, Mochizuki sand, white cloves, five lingzhi... These materials we mix potions. I have used it all the time... Wizards are dealing with every day, you just need to give them nice names."
　　(Https://)
First set a small goal, such as 1 second to remember: 　shukeju mobile version reading URL: