Perometheus?

Yes, the name of the alchemy monster that Poison Cman just now has changed from a loser to Perometheus.

The expressions on both Finn and Vercidis' faces showed a look of surprise at the same time, and the two Shadow Knights, one old and one new, of the Templar Church, set their eyes on the Patriarch and the crouching monster beside her.

After the two of them blinked, among the dozens of eyes densely packed on the loser's head, one of them, after hearing the new name of the poisonous vine, seemed to have been suddenly stimulated by some kind of consciousness, and suddenly widened to the limit of what the eye organs could open.

Those two special eyeballs protruded from the epidermis of the loser's bloated head, showing a certain degree of difference from the other eyes on the loser's head, and then struggled to control the loser's tumor-like head, and lowered his head with the dense gaze on his head, looking at the dozen tentacles sticking out and squirming from his chest, and was stunned.

Then, as if he had gone crazy, the monster named Loser suddenly raised his thick giant palm and grabbed the dozen or so tentacles growing on his chest into his palm, and pulled them out vigorously.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the dirty blood rushed out of the gap where the tentacles had left the body.

The smell of blood accompanied the still wriggling tentacles, which were torn out of his chest by the big hands of the losers.

After that, the two eyeballs on the monster's head were in a trance, and a large handful of tentacles in his hand were thrown aside as if they didn't care, and then he stretched out the nine long fingers that were twisted and attached to the palm, and stretched out the big hand that had just pulled out the tentacles to his chest again, and squeezed the nine thick fingers into the gap in his chest regardless of the pain, making a disgusting sound of blood gushing out of the wound and the fingers of flesh being squeezed into the gap.

Except for the poisonous vines, the monster's actions calmed everyone present for a short time.

Time. Whether it's Atasu and Guter, who are left on the slopes at the edge of the basin with the lizardman cavalry, or Vercidis and Barthra, who are close to Finn and Lilith at this time, the characters on the opposite side of the Patriarch don't understand why the loser would perform such strange self-mutilation on his body.

Could it be that the monster gave up on itself?

But apparently not. -- The instincts of the people tell themselves this in their own hearts.

The loser's hand reached into the opening in his chest, and nine long fingers fumbled in it for two or three seconds, and suddenly it was as if he had grasped the handle of something on the way to digging.

Suddenly, a pair of bulging eyes on the monster's head lit up. It seemed a little surprised, but at the same time pleasantly surprised.

Without the slightest sign of hesitation, it immediately pulled out of its chest with a "poof" of what it had grabbed from its body.

Once again, the monster's body splattered blood like fireworks.

The filthy blood formed a thin mist in front of the monster that quickly dissipated, and a faint blue color glowed behind the blood mist with a suppressive, but holy cold light. The ugly monster suddenly combined with the beautiful light incongruously, like an artistic picture full of rebellion and blasphemy.

Fein stood in the middle of the basin, and with Vercidis, who was riding on the back of the earth-walking dragon, he noticed what the loser had pulled out of his chest with his hand.

It was a great sword about the size of the Whistling Blade.

Even though the big sword held by the monster at this time was stained with foul blood, the indestructible blue cold light on the blade was as beautiful as jade, and it could not make people feel that it was a filthy thing at all.

The loser, with a strength far beyond ordinary people, raised the greatsword that glowed with cold light in front of him with one hand. The two eyeballs on the big head looked up at the sword raised above their heads by the big hand, bathing in the cold light that fell from the blade.

For a long time, I don't know if it was a real emotion or a distorted illusion, the pair of eyes that grew on the monster's head felt that they suddenly had an independent will, and in a short moment they gained control of the loser's entire body.

The will of the two eyeballs controlled the loser's head to look up at the sword, and two cloudy teardrops faintly appeared in the corners of his eyes.

It tried to open the long slit in its head, and involuntarily, in a dull, unpleasant voice, exclaimed, "Ah...... My true mentor...... The moonlight that guides me forward......"

Then. It lowered the sword it had raised above its head and grasped the handle with both hands. Raise your broadsword so that the broad tip of the sword is facing upwards in front of you, covering the other half of your face, revealing a side face with those two eyeballs staring ahead.

The will of the two eyeballs quickly drew memories of the past from the body of the great sword.

It quickly recalled its name.

But I don't know - why, I am in this place?

Why, my soul has not yet reached the legendary plane of the land of the dead?

Why. He was so eager to kill at this moment that it was as if a devil was whispering in his ear: "Kill them!" ”

"Kill the enemy in front of you!"

"Destroy everything here!"

"Erase everything here!"

"This is the price they have to pay for misunderstanding and gradually destroying your faith!"

"You're not a loser - you're the Moon Sword Saint, the most devout Mithril Knight of the Templar Church, Perometheus!"

"Whoever pushes you to the brink - all must die!"

"Oooh oh...... I'm Perometheus... Oooooooo......oo "I'm the Moon Sword Saint Perometheus... The most devout Mithril Knight of the Templar Church... Whoever drove me to the brink of death had to die...... Hehehe... Hahaha...... Ahh ”

As if under some kind of spiritual guidance, the will of the two eyeballs first dominated the cracked mouth of the loser and laughed out loud, then raised the hooves of the two horses under the body and roared, raised his right arm and raised the great sword in his hand—if it had not been for their own ears, the people would not have believed that the monster could barely hear the lingua franca from its mouth.

The monster's trembling laughter went wild, and its roaring roar turned to heartbreaking.

It's like crazy.

Or rather, its mental condition was not normal from the start.

The broad-bladed sword was held high above the head by the monster's hand, and the broad spine of the sword resembled a flowing river in the cold light, reflecting the semi-circular silver moon in the night sky.

And just as the thing reflected in the broad blade of the sword, the name of the sword is actually called.

Moonlight. (To be continued.) )