Silence's hiss.
Brutal heart.
Greedy soul.
The myriad different tissues, in an extrely distorted manner, ford what at that mont resembled the serpent-like appearance of the Devourer, Imola—no, to be exact, it only roughly resembled a snake, but snakes do not have tumors, nor tentacles, nor do they hang corpses from their skin, as if each was a gallows pulled straight from the earth.
Whenever Imola traveled underground, those corpses on the gallows would emit a hiss that only those in possession of "Spirituality" could hear.
Wave after wave of hissing lured those who possessed "Spirituality" closer.
Making the hearts of these possessors of "Spirituality" beco utterly Distorted.
In the end?
They beca the Devourer Imola's Food.
Of course, what Imola liked most were the foods delivered by the strong ants.
Each one was so Delicious, not only juicy but also full of considerable power.
However, with the arrival of that ant who claid to be a knight, wielding a Longsword, everything changed!
That ridiculous ant actually thought to persuade Him!
Back then, it was still Him!
Sacred and inviolable!
A mber of the supre ones!
Thus, at that ti, it swallowed the other whole, and then...
The other cut open its belly, chopped up its Body, and extinguished the Divine Fire...
He beca it.
But it did not spend a day without wishing to return to the clouds.
So, it lurked, waiting for an opportunity.
And it finally found one.
Mikhail!
This latecor!
Although rely a latecor, it still had a slight basis of trust in him—because, this latecor wanted to return to the clouds even more than it did, and had even beco crazed.
At this, Imola wanted to laugh out loud.
It had been a long ti since it had laughed, unless it really couldn't help it.
Even though It had beco it, it knew to stay away from the 'Shadows'.
Not to ntion the 'Temple within the Shadows'.
Yet this latecor recklessly went towards the 'Shadows'.
Such a fool!
Haha!
Imola laughed twice underground, while the two thousand four hundred twenty-seven corpses hanging from its Body emitted a harsh, discordant laughter in unison.
Imdiately, the earth below started to churn.
Then...
It beca arid.
The earth, like flesh, was devoured by these corpses.
And this made Imola twist its Body dissatisfiedly.
It did not eat these.
While it could, they were not good to eat.
It desired to eat real Delicious.
Only real Delicious could allow it to return to the clouds.
Thus, it quickened its pace, traveling from the hills outside Xilongde Shoal Port to the Inland River—of course, it avoided the necessary towns.
That Holy Sword Can still frightened it to this day.
Because it did not understand why its devouring had been ineffective.
Thus, it beca exceedingly cautious, not only because it had been severely wounded, but also because of that Holy Sword Can.
While everyone thought the other party had died, died within the 'Shadows', it did not believe so. If that Holy Sword Can could ignore its devouring, how could it possibly have fallen within the 'Shadows'?
Impossible!
The slightly chilly Inner River Water washed over its Body.
It shook the mud and sand on its Body, revealing a reddish-brown epidermis.
And those corpses preyed on the fish that dared to co close.
All in the most primal way—
Opening their mouths to tear and bite!
Crimson scattered with the river water.
The faint Scent of Blood stirred up even more mories for Imola.
For so reason, countless mories that should have been forgotten appeared in Imola's soul.
At this, Imola beca extrely irritable.
Too many of these mories were ones it did not wish to recall, many more had already been devoured by it, but still, they erged, causing Imola to twist its Body impatiently.
The massive body imdiately turned the waters of the Inland River murky.
Fortunately, this oddity lasted only a mont.
Afterward, everything returned to normal.
And Imola no longer had any chance to escape.
When whole, Imola was aware of "ons," but those ons had beco fragnted with the Holy Sword Knight's cleaving longsword.
The body of Imola was fragnted along with them.
At this mont, Imola considered it a bad mory.
More?
None left!
The abundant flesh was compressing the brain of this "Devourer."
It plunged the opponent into a state of indigestion that was hard to describe.
In this state, no matter how much it ate, the "Devourer" could not be satisfied. It knew only to keep eating, for constant eating was the only way to satisfy its instincts.
An all-night wait!
The prey appeared!
Upon seeing the white big boat, Imola got excited.
Its instinct told it that eating the person on board might genuinely offer a chance to return to the clouds.
So, without any hesitation, Imola acted.
The unique aura of the "Devourer" enveloped the scene.
Instantly, those ants lost their ability to resist.
But...
Why was that prey unhard?
From across the Inner River Water, Imola stared intently at the black prey on the bow, and from the other's eyes and expression, it could detect no clues.
This made it uneasy, and even more so, angry.
The uneasiness stemd from those bad mories—in those mories, it was facing a Holy Sword Knight.
Similarly, the anger also originated from there.
"Who do you think you are?!"
Imola, the "Devourer," roared inwardly as it opened its Big Mouth.
An endless suction erged from the bottom of the Inland River.
Imdiately, a gigantic vortex appeared.
The river water of the Inland River was turning rapidly.
More importantly, the massive suction ford a hurricane.
A hurricane that led directly to the stomach of the "Devourer" Imola.
"Beco my nourishnt!"
Imola bellowed.
This violated its predatory habits of over two hundred years; since the Silver Age, Imola's predation had been mostly silent and cunning.
Such an abnormal thod of predation was naturally because of...
Uneasiness!
The increasing uneasiness, fiercer than the waters of the Inland River, was assaulting Imola's soul.
It did not want to admit it.
But it had to admit it.
As the black figure on the bow raised its hand, it seed to indeed see the shadow of the Holy Sword Iron Can from the past.
When the other was wielding the sword, there was also such composure.
And...
Irresistible!
Indestructible!
Hum!
The sword blade trembled; birds chirped repeatedly.
The mont the giant White Bird erged behind the black figure, Imola thought not and turned to flee.
This swordsmanship!
It was that Iron Can's!
He, returned!
He, ca back from the "Shadows"!
Fear caused the massive body to beco awkward and then tremble, while the Fragntary Soul emitted an unbearable quiver.
"Icarus!"
The fierce scream echoed around the Inland River, but the next mont—
A swath of sword light swept through.
Everything,
beca silence.
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