Behemoth Great Horn Novels & Stories

Said the Triniti Master who was now starting to stand up and resumed his story. "The eighth ruler is Behemoth. He is also from the Jinn who has a giant body and has 2 horns and he also has a tail like a snake and then his kingdom is in a desert in the third world." Said the Trinity Master who started to turn towards all of them who were listening to the Trinity Master speak.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

The sound that accompanied it was not crackling but grinding, like stone remembering how to become something living. The battle horn formed in his grasp. It was massive, carved from what appeared to be the curved horn of some ancient leviathan, its surface etched with infernal runes that pulsed faintly in time with Apollo’s heartbeat. Veins of obsidian ran through the pale bone like fossilised lightning. The mouthpiece tapered into dark metal, still warm from its conjuring, while the flared end widened into a jagged crown. The chamber fell silent as he closed his hand around it.

Then, as the sun dipped low, a thunder shook the gates. Drums rolled like distant storms. Horns blared through the city. The people rushed into the streets, and silence fell heavy as stone when they beheld the sight. The army of the Horned King had arrived. Armored riders clad in black steel rode at the front, their spears tipped with crimson banners bearing the sigil of the curved horn. Behind them, endless ranks of warriors filled the horizon—winged men whose shadows darkened the sky, horned women cloaked in smoke, beast-legged hunters with eyes that gleamed like predators. And at the center, pulled by obsidian steeds that snorted fire, came a carriage of iron and gold, vast and terrible,

He could die if a fight broke out. Unfortunately, it happened anyway. He heard a commotion before the ground shook. Something was advancing toward him—and it was huge. It did not take the beast a long time to be within 10 meters of Logan's vicinity. The light was barely enough to see the beast properly, but he could make out its height. It was as towering as three adult men. It spotted a pair of antlers. It was an ancient divine beast—a Chort! The Chort seemed to have noticed Logan. It leaped and landed in a thud. Logan retreated as far as he could and watched the spot he stood to cave into a crater.

A reversed centaur, if I dare say, with human feet and animal torso and head. A bull's head with horns as wide as an eagle's wings, holding a two-edged spear in its right hand, looking down on me from its almost 8ft height. Its eyes look like fiery red orbs, canine teeth peeking through its mouth, looking as hungry and desperate as a starved lion that had just found its prey. Fear that I've never felt in my life, fear that roots me to a spot, going against my brain's idea to run and holding me in place for my predator to feast on.

Everything was moving in a positive direction for the Behemoth. "Go forth and destroy everything in sight!" "Yes! Excellent!" The earth trembled. A hundred-meter-tall Behemoth gradually emerged from underground. It looked somewhat similar to a beast mech. Its outer appearance was very distinctive. Its head and limbs were like those of a normal mech, but there were over a dozen spikes on its back. The spikes varied in length, with the longest reaching twenty meters and the shortest only seven meters. Moldur was still adapting to the Behemoth's body. After crawling out from underground, he walked a bit unsteadily.

He turned around to inform his friend that they could finally have a seat on the ground and just chill, but a frown settled on his face when he looked at his friend. Darrion was standing with his arms crossed. He was staring at the horror looking deer beast tens of meters away from him which was calmly laying on the ground. The beast’s size was like a normal adult deer, but what made it a beast was the long, crescent shaped horn that’s more similar to a crooked blade than a horn. The bladed horn was long, like, a meter long, and Jai could guess someone being sliced if that creature rams into the person.

Host: Eduard Occupation: Viscount/ Knight Cultivation: Tier 4 iron knight (-> tier 5; 1 day) Skills: ruler command (system bonus skill), Hand to Hand Combat Skill (expert) Mission: [ Mission : Raise the level of your 10 knights to Silver Level] [ Reward: Magician Occupation] [ Mission: Hunt a hundred Iron Level Beast 3/100 ] [ Reward: 10x Healing Potion ( Superior Grade)] [ Mission: Create a water path for irrigating the field ] [reward: High quality corn seed x 1 sack] The Beast Hunting count had added another two since the knights met another Horned boar in the East forest while doing their patrol. They should have lost from their group and accidentally run into hos territory. Horned Boar

Instead, we gawked at the enormous, lumbering creatures, hundreds of them sitting on the ground. “It’s a giant fat tapir-headed elephant thingy.” Katie described these creatures strangely the same as mine. They were thrice the size of an elephant, with a head of a tapir, short tusks, and elongated neck capable of turning its head behind its shoulders. Each of them had their backs covered in almost two tons of cargo and gears with thick ropes and nets to secure them. “They’re called behemoths,” Sally said. “I’ve heard these gentle creatures can drink so much water, they can survive the long journey like camels.”