The Shaman Wants Transcendence

56 – Offerings, Flames, Rituals

The smoke that came out of the tent scattered in all directions and plummeted to the ground. Then, like a sprout growing into a tree, it sprouted from the ground to the sky and spread its branches in all directions, and it began to cover the whole shrine with leaf-like smoke, which looked like a forest. And the smoke dropped a sphere on the ground in a round shape like a fruit, which headed for the pillars of the shrine and was absorbed there.

“—!”

Seeing this, the mercenary came out and tried to shout something to those who followed, but realized that the sound that came out of his mouth did not spread as if he had been muted.

He glanced at Jinseong with a face mixed with awe, and led them using the hand signal often used by mercenaries.

Jinseong and the mercenaries moved in that violent silence.

Following the stinging smell of cigars, they went around and lit the cigars, and unlike the ceremonial smoke, the smoke from the cigars spread on the floor and overturned the shrine in a thick fog like sawed-off shotguns. ) Loaded the bullet and moved toward the main battle.

“–!”

“-!”

While moving like that, the smoke spread and I ran into people who jumped out in surprise that it might be a fire.

People thought it was a fire and came out, but when they saw that there was no place where the fire was lit, they were making a puzzled expression. Heard.

The colors of their respective qi bloomed on the swords they drew.

It was a technique called Geomgi.

Is it because he is a person who resides there to guard the shrine?

Having pulled out a sword technique that only unmanned soldiers of a certain level could use, they moved in perfect order and took a stance to deal with Jinseong and the mercenaries. Jinseong, who was watching the scene, said to the mercenaries.

“Shoot.”

It was a privilege only possible because he was the master of shamanistic ceremonies.

The mercenaries who heard Jinseong’s command all at once scattered their shotgun bullets at the soldiers.

As if they had been waiting for the bullets that flew silently, the unmanned soldiers activated barriers for self-defense and rushed at them, and the mercenaries continued to pull the trigger of their shotguns, laughing like crazy, silently, as if seeing the adrenaline soared.

And when the shotgun ran out of rounds, instead of reloading, he pulled out the strange-looking gun on his back and aimed it at them.

“—!”

Then, from all sides, nets flew through the sky.

The net protruding from the net gun used to capture criminals took up space with cotton and flew towards the unmanned.

However, as soon as the net was cut, it sprayed sticky blue slime and stuck to the body of the unmanned, and the slime stuck to their clothes and flesh, hindering their movement.

While the soldiers were briefly caught in the net, the mercenaries skillfully reloaded their shotguns and fired bullets at them all at once.

Scattering iron beads.

Thorns spreading in all directions.

Even an orb that sprays poison as soon as it touches an object.

The bullets fired by the mercenaries constantly harassed the soldiers.

The barrier for self-defense used by the warriors was gnawed by iron beads, and through the cracks in the gnawed barrier, thorns coated with a powerful sleeping pill entered.

From beadsThe venom that burst out vaporized and made me careful even to breathe.

“Lise. Do it.”

And when the warriors were being harassed by the mercenaries, Jinseong sent a signal to RiSe.

Then, as if he couldn’t bear to see the soldiers being attacked, Rise closed his eyes tightly and released his accumulated divine power.

“-!”

The divine power that left Rise’s hands turned into a hammer.

Just like a blacksmith striking a hammer down on an anvil, he pressed down on the bound soldiers, shattering their bones and causing them to lie flat on the floor.

As the soldiers fell to the ground, the mercenaries loaded their bullets and fired at them as if they were going to kill them for confirmation.

Then, the mercenary called the bartender took a bottle of alcohol from the box he was carrying on his back and threw it at them.

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“—-!”

The soldiers lying on the ground struggled in the flames of the Molotov cocktails.

In particular, the unmanned warriors who were pretending to have collapsed for an opportunity were astonished at the situation where their bodies caught fire and moved as if dancing to shake it off, and the bartender looked at them as if they were having fun and fired a net gun at them.

The net gun fell on the bodies of the panicked warriors and tied their movements, and they struggled to break the net with force in astonishment. However, the net made for catching criminals did not break easily, and they only screamed silently at the burning pain of their bodies and the net that got tangled in their bodies as they moved.

And while Rise was shocked by the terrible sight, Jinseong said.

“Don’t worry. A warrior enough to pull out the sword will not die at that level.”

The mercenaries nodded as if the words were right, and Rise turned his head toward Jinseong’s face, as if he was dubious but didn’t want to see the unmanned man burned alive. Then, with trembling hands, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and bowed his head.

Then, forgetting that there was no sound, he opened his mouth to speak, but soon realized that the words could not be conveyed, closed his mouth again and lowered his head. Jinseong stared blankly at her, then took her left hand to her arm and drew a pattern on her arm with her bleeding finger.

It was hard to see if the pattern hadn’t been drawn properly, but for some reason, RiSe felt a sense of security in her heart when she saw the pattern, and she thought that she would be able to overcome this situation easily.

As soon as Rise seemed to calm down, he waved to the mercenaries to go, leaving behind the warriors struggling in pain and heading towards the main battle.

“Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha” (ॐ गम गणपतये नमः).

And as soon as he arrived at the main hall, he loaded the shotgun and fired at the tightly closed door of the main hall.

The shotgun with Jinseong spewed out an enormous amount of fire as if it had become a flamethrower. The flame created by the combination of metal powder such as zirconium and aluminum contained in the bullet and the magically treated flammable substance covered the door like a flame spewed out by a dragon.

However, the door did not burn easily, as if it had been treated with fire, and Jin-seong looked at it and clicked her tongue.

“Shoot.”

As if waiting for that, the mercenaries loaded their shotguns with dragon fire slug bullets, and fired pillars of fire from their sawed-off shotguns. And the violence of the overwhelming flame started to set fire to the door, and the bartender, who laughed silently while watching it, stepped forward.

The bartenderWith a face full of excitement, he opened the grenade and began tossing it toward the main battle. The white phosphorus grenade thrown from his hand flew through the air to the roof of the main hall and exploded. Amazingly, the white phosphorus grenade calculated the time it took to reach the roof and only burned the roof.

Then, when the hole in the roof opened, he grabbed the bottom of the Molotov cocktails and started tossing them one by one.

He ignited the Molotov cocktail by holding a cloth to his shotgun, which was spitting out a pillar of fire, then grabbed the floor and threw it toward the roof like a javelin, and it went into the hole in the roof as if it were not a lie that he had an expertise in arson.

“ॐ-“

Jinseong quietly closed his eyes like a monk on a journey to a horse in front of a burning flame.

Using the shrine as firewood to burn his anguish, and the fiery serpent rushing to burn his main shrine as his wisdom, he closed his eyes and began tearing the clothes he was wearing.

The torn clothes left Jinseong’s hands and flew toward the main shrine surrounded by pillars of fire, and the sparks that came out flew away in all directions, burning with fear as they adhered to the fabric. The torn clothes began to form a shape in sparkling red and orange, which looked like a moth flapping its wings from a distance.

Fire moths flew through the air towards the hole in the roof.

Jinseong waited until the fire moth reached the hole, then threw a lot of dragon fire slug bullets into the air and threw them at the bartender.

“Throw it.”

The bartender, with a face full of excitement, with a silent roar of joy, used his hands like a catapult to ram the shot into the roof.

And several times a column of fire erupted every time the bullet went into the roof.

The door to the main hall opened.

“–!!”

The one who came out of the open door was Yoshiaki, a priest holding a huge bow that was far beyond his height.

And it was Narumi who was burning with anger.