"Well said, Sog. You're the only one who appreciates me, Phlegm Pot! I'll devour these fools first and then we'll discuss my diet. I want beauties, understand? How can I be a handsome guy if I don't eat beauties?" the grotesque creature ranted.
"You useless lump of fat," Eddie muttered, baffled by the existence of such a war beast. He felt a pang of sympathy for Sog, who had to deal with Phlegm Pot, a far cry from the obedient life-guardian war beasts others had.
Eddie thought Sog might prefer a useless long-eared rabbit over Phlegm Pot, the most useless war beast in existence. The creature, enraged by being called ugly and a monster, launched itself into the air and plummeted down like a mountain.
Eddie swiftly dodged and appeared above the creature, slashing its head with his Ashen Demonic Blade and then kicking it away. The creature, unharmed and boasting about its invincibility, claimed any attack was futile against it.
Sog nodded, asserting that no weapon, beast, or elemental force could harm Phlegm Pot, the unique and insatiable creature that could consume anything. Eddie, however, was convinced that every beast had a weakness, Phlegm Pot included.
The creature lunged at Eddie, who responded by burying it under a boulder. Wenli then encased it in ice with her dual blades, but it emerged unscathed once the ice melted. Eddie sliced off half of its body and burned it with his demonic blade, but Phlegm Pot regenerated, as if unharmed.
Sog laughed, proclaiming the futility of Eddie's attacks. Eddie, however, smiled knowingly. After observing with his second-level insight, he finally saw through the creature's secret.
"Well spoken, Sog. Only you appreciate me, Phlegm Pot! Let me devour these annoying fools first, then we'll discuss my diet. I want beauties, understand? How can I be a handsome guy without eating beauties?" the grotesque creature ranted.
"You're nothing but a lump of fat. You're worthless even if you don't die," Eddie sighed, unable to believe such a war beast existed. He felt a hint of sympathy for Sog, who had to deal with Phlegm Pot, unlike others who had obedient life-guardian war beasts.
Eddie thought Sog might prefer a useless long-eared rabbit over Phlegm Pot, the most useless war beast in existence. The creature, upon hearing itself being called ugly, went into a rage and lunged into the air, falling down like a mountain.
Eddie dodged swiftly, appearing above the creature and slicing its head open with his Ashen Demonic Blade, then kicking it away. The creature, unharmed and boasting about its invincibility, claimed any attack was futile against it.
Sog nodded, asserting that no weapon, beast, or elemental force could harm Phlegm Pot, the unique and insatiable creature that could consume anything. Eddie, however, was convinced that every beast had a weakness, Phlegm Pot included.
The creature lunged at Eddie, who responded by burying it under a boulder.
Wenli then encased it in ice with her dual blades, but it emerged unscathed once the ice melted.
Eddie sliced off half of its body and burned it with his demonic blade, but Phlegm Pot regenerated, as if unharmed.
Sog laughed, proclaiming the futility of Eddie's attacks.
Eddie, however, smiled knowingly. After observing with his second-level insight, he finally saw through the creature's secret.
This creature, Phlegm Pot, had a weakness – a roaming soul mark within its body. Destroying the soul mark would cause its body to collapse.
Although Phlegm Pot was a life-guardian war beast and couldn't truly die, destroying the soul mark would incapacitate it for a considerable time.
Eddie signaled Wenli and the Bloody Queen to attack.
Phlegm Pot, enraged at being called ugly and a monster, attempted to engulf Eddie, who threw a huge rock to bury it.
Wenli froze it in ice, and Eddie shattered the icy sculpture with a kick.
When the ice melted and Phlegm Pot reformed, Eddie accurately struck the soul mark, causing the creature to writhe in pain, its body disintegrating into a disgusting green liquid.
Sog was shocked, unable to believe Eddie had defeated his life-guardian war beast.
Phlegm Pot's soul mark was supposedly impervious to attacks, leading Sog to wonder if Eddie was indeed an innate warrior.
The Bloody Queen took advantage of the opportunity to ambush the golden puppet, piercing its power core with the Dragon-Slaying Dagger, causing it to explode into metallic fragments.
She then joined Eddie in attacking Sog.
However, to their surprise, Sog's shield remained intact despite all his war beasts being defeated.
Sog revealed that the fog creating the 'Nightfall' was also his summon, a formless creature still recognized as alive by the grimoire.
As long as it existed, his shield would remain.
Sog taunted Eddie, holding a teleportation orb and proclaiming his imminent escape.
He arrogantly sat on a summoned chair, sipping wine, but inwardly he was tense, knowing the precariousness of his situation.
"Spoken well, Sog. Only you appreciate me, Phlegm Pot! Let me first devour these irritating fools, and then we can talk about my diet. I want beauties, understand? If Phlegm Pot doesn't eat beauties, how can I call myself a handsome guy?" the grotesque creature ranted.
"You're nothing but a lump of fat, useless even if you don't die!" Eddie sighed, finding it hard to believe such a war beast existed. He felt sympathy for Sog, having to deal with Phlegm Pot, unlike others with obedient life-guardian beasts.
Eddie thought Sog might prefer a useless long-eared rabbit over Phlegm Pot, the most useless war beast in existence. The creature, enraged at being called ugly, lunged into the air and plummeted down like a mountain.
Eddie dodged swiftly, appearing above the creature, slashing its head open with his Ashen Demonic Blade, and then kicking it away. The creature, unharmed and boasting about its invincibility, claimed any attack was futile against it.
Sog nodded, asserting that no weapon, beast, or elemental force could harm Phlegm Pot, the unique and insatiable creature that could consume anything. Eddie, however, was convinced that every beast had a weakness, Phlegm Pot included.
The creature lunged at Eddie, who responded by burying it under a boulder. Wenli then encased it in ice with her dual blades, but it emerged unscathed once the ice melted. Eddie sliced off half of its body and burned it with his demonic blade, but Phlegm Pot regenerated, as if unharmed.
Sog laughed, proclaiming the futility of Eddie's attacks. Eddie, however, smiled knowingly. After observing with his second-level insight, he finally saw through the creature's secret.
This creature, Phlegm Pot, had a weakness – a roaming soul mark within its body. Destroying the soul mark would cause its body to collapse. Although Phlegm Pot was a life-guardian war beast and couldn't truly die, destroying the soul mark would incapacitate it for a considerable time.
Eddie signaled Wenli and the Bloody Queen to attack.
Phlegm Pot, enraged at being called ugly and a monster, attempted to engulf Eddie, who threw a huge rock to bury it.
Wenli froze it in ice, and Eddie shattered the icy sculpture with a kick.
When the ice melted and Phlegm Pot reformed, Eddie accurately struck the soul mark, causing the creature to writhe in pain, its body disintegrating into a disgusting green liquid.
Sog was shocked, unable to believe Eddie had defeated his life-guardian war beast. Phlegm Pot's soul mark was supposedly impervious to attacks, leading Sog to wonder if Eddie was indeed an innate warrior.
The Bloody Queen took advantage of the opportunity to ambush the golden puppet, piercing its power core with the Dragon-Slaying Dagger, causing it to explode into metallic fragments. She then joined Eddie in attacking Sog.
However, to their surprise, Sog's shield remained intact despite all his war beasts being defeated.
Sog revealed that the fog creating the 'Nightfall' was also his summon, a formless creature still recognized as alive by the grimoire. As long as it existed, his shield would remain.
Sog taunted Eddie, holding a teleportation orb and proclaiming his imminent escape.
He arrogantly sat on a summoned chair, sipping wine, but inwardly he was tense, knowing the precariousness of his situation.