Behemoth (2)

The Behemoth was enormous, but its powerful physique and the bloodline of the Primordial Beast God made it anything but lumbering. It was astonishingly agile. Earlier, the Death Angel had fought it without using Divine Power Crystals and had steadily lost ground. Several times, death had come within a hair's breadth. If not for the Death Angel's [lv9] Swordsmanship Master skill, four arms, and four swords, it would probably have been finished already.

Now that the Behemoth had switched targets, Green could finally catch his breath.

The Behemoth charged Cyrabelle. It was still more than ten meters away when a fierce gust whipped her long hair and mage's robe into a frenzy. Over those last dozen meters, its speed suddenly doubled. Psychic Energy gathered around its claws, and razor-sharp wind blades erupted from their tips.

The next instant, bang! One swipe of the Behemoth's claw sent Cyrabelle flying dozens of meters.

Fortunately, at the last possible moment, a huge translucent shield of light appeared before Cyrabelle and blocked the attack. Even so, she was knocked into the air like a giant ball. The Behemoth was not done. Seeing its enemy fly backward, it tensed the muscles in its legs and launched itself from the ground with a boom, rising like a Rocket. In the blink of an eye, it drew level with Cyrabelle, swung its massive claw again, and sent her flying with another bang!

Watching the battle change in the snap of a finger through the Death Angel's eyes, Green was startled by the Behemoth's speed. It had not even gone all out against him!

Cyrabelle's defense was monstrous too. She had taken two direct hits from the Behemoth and had only been knocked away. She was completely unharmed, without even an injury. Was she merely a mage on