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Chapter 398 ends? Or...

Kill the Mother of Mistweaver [Behemoth] and gain 8620 points...

Well, it’s worth it, the amount of the reward is worthy of the strength of the prey... Zhu Mingyao scanned the system information with his mind and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

My estimation turned out to be correct. Those so-called Sons of the Mist and this giant beast were in a superior-subordinate relationship. The former should merely be the followers of the latter.

Strictly speaking, their life forms are just between derivatives and summons, so the rewards after killing them are meager. Now only by killing the mother can you get the big prize.

Regarding its name... Zhu Mingyao also found its origin in his knowledge reserves.

The word Behemoth has several different meanings.

It was originally used to describe a divine monster that appeared in the Bible.

Legend has it that God created Behemoth from clay on the sixth day of Genesis. Its tail is as straight as a cedar, its muscles are as strong as stone, and its bones are as hard as copper and iron. This beast is gluttonous and can devour thousands of mountains and drink up rivers every day.

In demonology, this title is usually used to refer to the devil who represents the opposite of hope among the Seven Lords of Hell and is the king in charge of greed.

One is a mythical beast, and the other is a demon god. They are both very impressive. For a long time, when people mentioned them, they mostly mentioned these two.

But in modern times, its third, least prominent meaning has become more famous than the first two. The name for all large, bulky, and unknown animals is called

——Behemoth.

We can only sigh that the publicity effects of desktop role-playing groups and electronic games are so terrifying.

As an extraordinary person, Zhu Mingyao naturally knows some secrets beyond the reach of ordinary people.

For example, Behemoth is not actually a living creature, but a general term for a type of giant magical beasts living on land. Together with the sea devil Leviathan and the divine bird Shiz, they symbolize the wild power of the earth, sea, and sky respectively.

These powerful animal-shaped spirits were once totems worshipped by people in ancient times.

As for the style of Christianity... those who understand it know it well. After its rise, it cut down mountains and destroyed temples along the way, and either expelled them or sealed the void.

By the way, according to its usual propaganda tone, the church should have degraded them into low-level barbaric beings. At most, they looked at them as being muddle-headed and were unwilling to lower themselves to get angry with them, so they did not directly accuse them of being demons.

The one we encountered this time should be one of them, but for some reason it broke the seal and ran here.

He was chasing Gu Huaisi there, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a ray of cold white moonlight from the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw that with the death of the giant beast, it was as if a corner of the tent had collapsed because it had lost an important pillar. In addition to the remaining lobster monsters that died automatically, even the vast fog instantly dissipated by nearly half, and the crescent moon in the sky timidly revealed half of its face.

After the fog dissipated, what appeared before our eyes was a devastated scene - piled up ruins, potholes everywhere, raging flames. The land had been completely changed, presenting a desolate and cruel beauty.

Zhu Mingyao had no interest in the literary and artistic melancholy about the passing of time. Instead, he focused his attention on a pair of large hands with protruding bone spurs and bulging flesh scales.

There, a thin black line slid and twisted, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark. In Zhu Mingyao's spiritual vision, it flashed a dim cold light and looked extremely evil.

The black line vibrated rapidly, leaving behind an afterimage, and actually penetrated the Yaksha's diamond-like scales and was about to escape successfully.

Zhu Mingyao was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He stretched out his arm and placed his palm on the ghost general's vest. He used all his magic power to suppress the ghost.

As if sensing the disparity in strength between the two sides and knowing that the outcome was inevitable, the black line stopped struggling and revealed its true appearance.

The thing was only about seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, as thick as wool, and covered with hard, shaggy spikes. At first glance, it looked like a thorny poison ivy.

However, if you look closely, you will find something strange.

Ordinary vines are nothing more than brown, black, yellow and green in color, but this one has irregularly shaped dark red spots all over its surface, and it has a faint fishy smell, like solidified blood.

Zhu Mingyao's lips twitched, and even though he had a broad vision, he was stunned for a moment, because he had already recognized what it was.

It was clearly a caltrop wire commonly used for fences!

If it was a talisman or something like that, it would be expected, but part of the source of power of the ancient behemoth turned out to be a modern industrial product. Such an unmatched combination is really uncomfortable.

Just as his thoughts were drifting, under the broken road surface nearby, the soil gradually rose into a small pile the size of a fist.

"Puff." A smooth and slender rodent skeleton crawled out, looked around with a sly look, and spoke in human language: "Are you done? It was really intense. You didn't see the earth-shaking scene. If I hadn't protected it tightly, the shelter would have turned into a concrete coffin. Where are the enemy's spoils? Take them out and share them with your brother?"

Listening to his rambling, Zhu Mingyao didn't bother to pay attention to the joke and pointed his finger directly:
"This is a semi-virtual monster. Forget about the spirit bone material. Do you want this piece of wire?"

Through the eyes of the magic servant, Bai Ziyuan looked around suspiciously: "Where is it?"

"Where are you looking..." Zhu Mingyao turned around and cursed with a smile, swallowing the rest of the sentence in his throat.

The strange iron wire had unexpectedly turned into a streak of red rust at some point, and rapidly decomposed into fine dust, and in the blink of an eye, no trace of it remained.

He gave a brief account of his experience.

"As I said before, let professionals do the research! Human energy is limited. I can only tell a girl's cup size and measurements at a glance, but I don't have the talent of Sherlock Holmes."

The undead rat swung its tailbone, which was as thin as a hair, and its pointed, bony face was full of an expression of refusal.

"Tsk!" As usual, Zhu Mingyao gave this bitch a middle finger.

This mission is indeed like the environment it is in, full of puzzles and confusing.

While the two were talking, there was a sudden alternation of light and darkness in the sky high up. There was also a loud rumbling sound that shook for ten miles, and the thick fog in the sky gradually became clear.

"The time has finally come. The erosion of the alien space will be completely separated."

Knowing that the seal of the outside world was almost completed, Zhu Mingyao shook his wrist, relaxed, and looked up at the unusual celestial phenomenon, as if he could see through the clouds and see the fierce battle happening behind him.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn back to reunite with his companions, but the fog suddenly churned and became thicker again!
Zhu Mingyao cautiously made a gesture and called back the Three Yuan Palaces to bless him, and several spells were ready to be cast.

However, the expected danger did not happen. Only a gust of anxious and chilly wind blew up for no reason, mixed with faint noisy sounds, drifting from a very far distance.

"Burn her to death... Burn her to death... Let the holy fire of God wash away the filth and restore purity..."

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At the same time, outside, there was a vast and flat farmland.

The hexagrams, light anchors, holy light, and totems each took their place. The huge and majestic magic circle began to operate. The gray fog that had been raging for two days finally restrained its power and began to slowly retreat, being compressed and purified.

As the morning light gradually emerged, the oppressive feeling that had been hanging over people's hearts like a huge rock dissipated, and the faces of the people present showed a long-lost relaxation and joy.

However, just when they thought everything was about to return to calm, the gray fog that had been dispersed to be almost transparent suddenly changed, and it surged wildly like an enraged beast.

An inexplicable pressure came back upon them, and everyone's body suddenly shook at several sealed nodes.

The strong men present were all experienced warriors who had been through many battles. They were able to react quickly to situations and made adjustments swiftly.

"Don't panic, keep your composure!"

While Lai Henry was calming people down, he looked up as if he realized something.

The clear sky, which was originally pale white, was suddenly stained with ink, and it became so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Bits of dirty snowflakes fell, swaying and light as catkins, but with an indescribable sharpness and solemnity.

A [snowflake] rested on his index finger, and a strange aura of both heat and cold immediately invaded.

Lai Henry closed his palms and rubbed them gently to dissolve it. When he opened them again, there was no trace of water on his fingertips, only a trace of extremely fine ash.

It was as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and his dusty memories suddenly opened up, and he blurted out:

"not good!"

(End of this chapter)