A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 191



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Episode 191. It was a dim moonlit night.

The moment Bakar averted his eyes, a pure white blade flew.

Bakar averted his eyes without realizing it, then looked back at his opponent in amazement, and was barely able to block the half-blade flying towards him.

visor!

As soon as I swung the blade, this time a kick came flying.

It was a threatening attack where he naturally spun around in the direction of the sword strike and hit the head with his heel.

If I had been hit in the temple there, I could have lost consciousness.

Bam!

Bakar immediately raised his arm and blocked it with his shoulder, but a bone-breaking pain struck him.

“Huh!”

I suddenly came to my senses.

‘Mana User!’

Bakar immediately stepped back.

Then he glared at the opponent with his eyes like a wild beast.

Even in the darkness, his eyes glowed with a strange red light.

At this time, the clouds covering the moon moved away and faint moonlight poured down.

The moon, emerging from the clouds, shone upon the man.

Only then did Bakar get a clear look at the man’s face. He was looking at him with his head tilted to the side, his face expressionless.

Bakar said in a growl.

“What kind of guy is this?”

The man who had been staring blankly at Bakar muttered.

“The beast is speaking.”

“what?”

“What kind of beast is that guy who doesn’t know gratitude? He’s so ugly. He just plays around with his looks.”

Bakar quickly rolled his head at his easygoing attitude.

‘Are you an Auror user?’

Bakar immediately detected the mana flowing out of the creature.

I didn’t feel any mana.

That means that the movements he had shown so far were pure physical power without using mana.

And yet he’s so fast and strong.

He was no ordinary man.

Bakar spoke to buy time for his shoulder to recover.

“My name is Bakar, the Mad Spider. I am the leader of the Black Arachne. Who are you?”

“… … .”

“Did the villagers send you? I heard that an old man disappeared a few days ago. Was it a slip and fall? Did you go and report it in the meantime?”

The man muttered, rubbing his ear with the hand that was not holding the sword.

“What are you saying?”

Then he lifted the tip of the sword that had been hanging down.

The moment the smoothly cut cross-section of the sword sparkled in the moonlight, the bastard disappeared.

‘Coming!’

It was a stab.

Kang!

Bakar managed to swat the thrust upwards just in time.

No, I thought you kicked it out.

Because the man’s half-sword deflected it from a distance that it couldn’t reach.

However, a red aura suddenly rose from the half-sword and pierced Bakar’s shoulder.

Even that was only after he twisted his body momentarily to avoid being stabbed in the neck.

“… … !”

The red aura escaped Bakar’s shoulder, cutting upwards as Bakar raised his sword.

Chomp!

Blood spurted out.

His left arm was limp and shaky, as if his tendons had been cut.

Bakar was astonished.

‘… … Come! How!’

There was clearly no mana?

But the opponent charged forward without giving him time to raise any questions.

A crimson aura flashed in the darkness.

Bakar fought with all his might.

Kaaaaang!

First blow.

It shattered Bakar’s sword into pieces.

Continued separation.

The arm that was holding the sword was cut off.

The final third.

Pierced the stomach.

“Keuk… … !”

The red aura seemed to burn his insides.

The man kicked Bakar, who was impaled by the sword, and pulled out the sword.

Bakar fell backwards, gushing bright red blood.

One arm was completely cut off, and the intestines were spilling out of the stomach.

Bakar raised his head and looked at the red-eyed man in vain.

He had a dumbfounded expression on his face, as if he still didn’t understand.

“how…….”

Thud, thud.

The red-eyed man approached, looked down at Bakar, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It was a smile whose meaning was unknown.

For a moment, a demonic image passed over his face.

Bakar asked.

“… … You. Are you a believer of Ketel?”

If not mana, then divine power.

Moreover, since it had an ominous crimson aura, it was a simple guess that it must be a believer of Ketel.

The red-eyed man replied in an indifferent tone.

“That’s what it is.”

“Ha… hahahaha… … .”

A hollow laugh flowed out.

“Was Ketel really watching? Is this a divine punishment for me!”

“What are you saying?”

The man kicked Bakar in the jaw with a blank expression on his face.

“Ugh!”

Bakar rolled around on the floor a couple of times, then suddenly jumped up and gulped down a potion containing black liquid.

Ashvan watched blankly with an expression on his face, wondering what this kid was up to.

“Krrrr… … .”

A beast’s howl leaked out from Bakkar’s lips as he drank the potion.

Blood mixed with black energy flowed out from his mouth.

Bakar’s eyes became completely dyed a murky black, and a black aura began to cover him.

“Oh. What is this?”

Ashvan watched the scene with curious eyes, his half-sword slung over his shoulder.

Bakar crouched like a beast.

Black liquid flowed from his eyes like tears.

Knock knock-

His body swelled with the bloody sound of bones breaking.

Hair grew all over his body, and a black toenail grew from his dangling left hand.

The figure looked more like a demon’s hand than a human being.

-Kyaoooo!

The demon’s boiling roar echoed through the night sky.

Ashvan applauded.

“Wow… he really is a beast.”

Bakar shouted in frustration.

Now even his voice was murky, as if half of it belonged to the devil.

“The blue sky is already dead. The dark sky will come!”

At the same time as the shout, Bakar crouched down and prepared to rush in.

His bulging muscles twitched as if they would burst at any moment.

Ashvan, seeing that sight, also brought the sword that was on his shoulder to his side.

The sword that had been glowing red began to blur and soon began to emit a soft light.

Red and black eyes exchanged glances.

The air between the two flowed, damp and clammy.

The moment the clouds covered the moon, two monsters passed each other.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if moonlight was twinkling.

The two stood still like statues for a moment, passing each other.

Ashvan muttered, wiping the black blood off his sword.

“Moonlight Sword. Type 1. Half Moon.”

At the same time, Bakar’s upper body slid down and fell to the floor.

Ashvan muttered softly as he heard the dull sound of flesh hitting the ground.

“X is cool.”

* * *

“hmm…….”

I stabbed the half-dead Bakar with my sword and observed his reaction.

With each stab, the creature’s painful cries echoed.

Somehow, the upper and lower bodies were separated, but it was still alive and well.

I poked his shoulder and asked.

“What were you talking about earlier? What is coming?”

But the bastard had already lost his sense of reason and could not speak human language; he could only howl like an animal.

I said, “A beast, a beast” and it turned out he really was a beast.

Even though his upper and lower body were separated from each other, he was wriggling with all his might.

“Ugh, gross.”

It wasn’t a very pleasant sight to see, but after taking a few shots using the ice technique, the movement gradually became sluggish and soon stopped.

But the eyes kept blinking, so I wondered if they would move again if they were frozen like this and melted.

“What did you eat?”

I stood up and called out to the starlight to evaporate the blood on my sword, then put it back in its scabbard.

Then I walked over to where the guy was, picked up the glass bottle he was gulping down, and looked into it.

There was a trace amount of black liquid left inside.

The flute-playing wizard came to mind again.

He also gulped down the black potion like an addict.

“Is it a similar type?”

There was a difference in that regard.

The flute-playing wizard was cleanly snuffed out.

It didn’t even change into something like a beast.

Cheonma, who had been watching quietly, said.

[Hmm. It looks like I’m looking at a mine that has mastered Saihan magic.]

I scratched my head and muttered.

“I don’t know about this. Is it some kind of black magic?”

[Do you remember what he said before he died?]

“I think it was said that when the blue sky dies, something comes.”

[They said that the dark sky is coming. It seems like they believe in some religion.]

“… … Dark Heaven? Is it something that’s popular these days? Is it a religion for black magicians?”

[I don’t know. Investigate it.]

“hmm.”

Cheonma let out a low laugh, wondering what was so funny.

[If this gets boring, something new comes out. Half-human, half-beast. It was good that you came.]

At that moment, there was a sound of leaves rustling and Shushuruta landed nearby.

“Are you done?”

I nodded, closed the cap of the potion bottle I was holding, and threw it at Shushuruta.

Okay—he said to Shushuruta, who accepted it lightly.

“Can you check the ingredients for me? That guy drank it and suddenly became half-human, half-animal.”

Shushuruta briefly examined the contents and then put them in his bosom.

“Of course. There is nothing that I, Muyeonggoe Shushuruta, cannot figure out.”

“While you’re researching, please also research any religion that has the word ‘Amcheon’ in it. Did you hear what this guy said earlier?”

Shushuruta nodded.

“They say that the dark sky is coming. I’ll look into that too.”

“Okay, thank you for your help.”

As I was exchanging words with Shushuruta, the villagers who had been hiding in the darkness slowly came out into the light.

Everyone looked hurt and wounded somewhere.

Among them was an old man who came to the hideout.

It looks like things are getting sorted out, so it looks like Shushuruta brought him.

“Thank you, thank you Nari.”

An old man approached me and bowed his head.

I just nodded.

As the old man bowed to me, the villagers finally realized what was happening and came over to me, bowing their heads as if they were almost touching the ground as they thanked me.

Among them, there were quite a few who shed tears.

But this wasn’t salvation or anything like that, it was just a simple request.

I was neither in a position to receive gratitude nor had any reason to, so I ignored their endless gratitude and walked to one side.

There was a half-human, half-beast there, slowly starting to move again.

I said, kicking the bastard with my foot.

“This guy. He’s still alive. I think we’ll have to burn him to death.”

I gave people who were just blankly staring at me a choice.

“You have two choices. First, skewer him, hang him, and watch him burn to death. Second, just burn him roughly and bury him in the ground. What would you do?”

There was a moment of silence, and then someone shouted.

“You have to skewer it!”

From that point on, people started to join in with angry voices.

I accepted his suggestion and asked for a long skewer. I put the wriggling half-human, half-animal on the skewer as if I was skewering it and lit it with blue fire.

It won’t go out until the bastard turns to ash.

Hwaruruk―

The bastard howled as he was burned.

They say that being burned at the stake is so painful.

The townspeople threw stones at the man indiscriminately.

“Wow… It rides well.”

I watched the scene for a while… … .

While people were busy throwing stones, I quietly left the village.

The old man followed.

I walked to what seemed to be the entrance to the village and took out the request form and a fountain pen.

“Please sign this document to acknowledge that you have successfully completed the request.”

“Yes, of course.”

The old man signed with trembling hands.

Then he bowed deeply again.

“Thank you so much, Nari.”

I ignored the old man’s thanks and just said what I had to say.

“It was the Sherwood Mercenaries. Clean and hot work. Please come back again.”

As I was about to leave the village… I looked at the old man who had been bowing down all this time.

“Old man. Can I ask you something?”

The old man raised his head.

“Just ask.”

“The next time you find someone injured in the forest, will you save them?”

The old man gave a troubled laugh.

“Well, that’s a difficult question to answer.”

The old man glanced at the stone-throwing men and spoke bitterly.

“I don’t know, but I think the townspeople will make different choices than before.”

“……okay.”

I let out a short sigh and left the village, leaving behind the blue-blazing half-human, half-beast and the villagers who were crying and throwing stones at him.

It was a hazy moonlit night.

The Thousand Horses Are Stuffed in My Head Episode 192