A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 257



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Episode 257. Should I break that thing?

Saaaaa―

When I blew ice into the Night Sky Sword I was holding, frost began to form on the sword’s body, and soon it froze completely white.

The once dark night sword had turned white and was enveloped in a cold chill.

I lit the blue flame in my other hand and carefully placed it on top of the snow branch.

Blue flames fluttered down onto the white branches.

I watched the scene and then carefully swung my sword in the air.

The blue flames did not flow down from the white branches, but moved along the sword as if rippling.

Every time I swung it, a blue afterimage followed.

I muttered, scratching my cheek.

“It worked, but… … .”

Seolji, Cheongyeom.

He succeeded in making the two opposing energies, the two energies that were so opposing that they repulsed each other so terribly, coexist.

I also heard Cheonma’s definitive answer that he had reached the level of the Eightfold Path of Seolji Cheongyeomgong.

For a long time, I watched the flames burning the ice, wondered why it was possible, took the principle in my eyes, tried and failed, tried and failed, and repeated it over and over again… … .

It became possible.

So, to explain in detail, it can be said that it is the result of maximizing each attribute of the two energies, minimizing the repulsive force, and increasing the force of attraction between them.

The blue flame is quiet, but once it catches on, it has the property of not falling off until it turns to ash.

The white cold is like an extremely concentrated, cold blizzard that mercilessly freezes anyone it touches, whether enemy or ally.

Cheongyeon gives off the energy of a leech, and Seolji gives off a freezing feeling.

As I practiced, my understanding of Seolji and Cheongyeon deepened, and I was able to make subtle adjustments, which is the result of applying them.

You could say that it is a success built on countless failures.

Strictly speaking, the two energies were not directly grafted together.

It just acts as a buffer by letting energy flow between the two.

This is where I arrived after much struggle and countless failures.

“… … .”

I stared blankly at the two spirits whose relationship had temporarily become somewhat better.

The two guys were flowing across the black surface with an invisible, transparent line between them.

It’s like looking at enemies trying hard to pretend not to see each other.

… … Something feels awkward.

I don’t like it.

It felt like I had managed to forcefully reconcile the two guys who didn’t get along, even if only for a little while.

It feels like he is reluctantly enduring it because he sees his master.

If I don’t watch, they fight like crazy and I feel like I’ll never see them again.

Woohoooooooo―

I feel an incredible energy as if the reverse light has been melted into the sword, but I am not very satisfied.

I could tell intuitively.

This is truly not the end of Seolji Cheongyeomgong.

Cheonma snorted.

[Of course. Only when you reach the nine stages can you fully bloom the Snow Branch Green Flame.]

I took a strenuous step forward in the midst of the fierce storm, but it felt like the treasure I was trying to get was still more than ten steps away.

“… … .”

I stared blankly at the two guys who were pretending to be close to each other while keeping an eye on me, then let out my energy.

hook-

The blue flames scattered and the white frost melted.

A feeling of exhaustion washed over me.

I glared at the darkened blade of the Night Sword, then put it back in its scabbard, threw it on the bedside table, and collapsed on the bed.

Slap-

After maintaining an imperfect, incomplete, poor, and insufficient Seoljicheongyeon for quite some time, I finally got a surge of sleep energy.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, made a prayer gesture with both hands, and then brought my hands together in the middle.

The warning signs of a reverse cataract appeared immediately.

A white and blue wolf running around in circles, chasing each other’s tails.

I still haven’t realized the ultimate principle that Cheonma spoke of.

How do you make those enemies get along naturally?

Is it only by realizing this that we can arrive at the composition?

Could it be possible to cause complete seoljicheonginitis?

What on earth is the secret of Seolji Cheongyeomgong?

I fell asleep while looking at the white and blue colors spinning around in a circle.

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I had a dream.

In my dream, I was walking through a mountain occupied by winter.

Four-legged race.

The sound of the snow field screaming with every step I take is lovely.

While walking through the snowy forest… … .

I suddenly looked sideways.

There was a tree covered in a particularly white snow.

It was as if the snow was concentrated only there, and the tree branches were covered in snow and turned completely white.

Looking at the white snow-covered tree branches… … .

Soon a blue snake appeared, coiling around a tree branch.

Soon my eyes met with a snake hissing and sticking its tongue out.

The moment when the guy suddenly opens his mouth wide and runs towards me.

The soft voice of Cheonma that I had once heard brushed past my ears.

[Have you ever seen ice burn?]

Flash!

“Ashvan!”

I don’t know what came first.

As soon as I opened my eyes, Shushuruta burst open the door and came in.

I looked at Shushuruta with my body half raised, and she spoke to me in an urgent tone.

“The wave is coming!”

I got up from my seat and reached for the two swords that were by the bedside.

The final battle has begun.

It is not yet determined whether this will be my last or the demons’ last.

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The strategy was simple.

As the waves surge in, Sherwood watches the situation for a moment and then steps forward to greet them.

Of course, it won’t be a head-on confrontation, but rather a passing one.

We will swim against the waves and reach the source.

If you go out to kill the King and Queen of the Demons before the wave comes in, there is a high chance that you will be surrounded by other Demons and receive concentrated attacks.

Because they are literally the king and queen of demons.

Since the battle is likely to be prolonged due to the strong enemy, you cannot aim for a quick strike and retreat guerrilla warfare.

If so, what should I do?

It needs to be distributed.

We must separate the loyal subjects from the king and queen.

We must wait until their people advance to the wall and begin a siege.

Of course, their subjects will still be around, but at least they won’t be surrounded to the point where they can’t do anything.

99% of demons are simple.

When the wave starts, they’ll just run forward and slam their bodies into the barrier.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when most of the demons have advanced toward the barrier following the first order, defeat the King and Queen one by one.

It was the best plan the Duke’s men had come up with, and the Sherwood boys, including myself, agreed with it.

It was a simple strategy, but it was effective.

In combat, the simpler the better, so I felt reassured.

I stood on the wall and looked at the black waves rolling in from afar.

The pure white hell was turning black.

If we don’t stop it, the entire Maia will turn black like that.

The peacock standing next to him said.

“They’re coming.”

“Oh, come on.”

“See you when it’s over.”

“yes.”

Neither the Duke nor I are very talkative, so we exchanged a brief greeting with the Duke and jumped down the barrier with Shushuruta.

I could vaguely hear the soldiers’ voices of confusion, but I paid no attention to them.

For the friends of the wind, this height is a big deal.

Tad-

Shushuruta and I each lightly descended under the barrier in our own ways.

I looked around and saw the Sherwood guys waiting as usual.

A leisurely attitude, as if going on a picnic.

Scarlett Bellucci, the red witch with a languid face, puffing smoke from a long pipe.

The worst demon, Miho, yawning with her mouth wide open at her feet.

Hudmilla Everett, a spirit summoner who invites disaster, is surrounded by spirits and puts up with their pranks with a face that says she’s dying of annoyance.

A two-faced swordsman with yellowish eyes and cold, glacial eyes, and a beast-like smile – Beast Swordsman Hearts and Ice Master Sorrow.

A loudmouth Dauphin who joins in a hurry, wondering what he was doing, and makes excuses that no one listens to.

The golden warrior Schmitt, with a blank expression on his face, is shaking his wrists and ankles with golden energy rippling around.

The master of poisons, Mad Linda, stares at the vial of medicine in her hand with a face full of venom.

Shushuruta, a shadowy demon offering dried fruit to a black snowflake-like bird perched on his head.

Seeing all these guys gathered together like this… … .

Even though I tried not to pay attention, I noticed the empty seats of some members.

The debaucherous knight Lylai, the crybaby Viola, and the distrustful saint Cyril.

But soon he shook his head and shook off all his regret.

You won’t regret it.

After this is over, I will go find them all and kidnap them one by one.

And… people other than the Sherwood Mercenaries.

Adrian, the crazy warlock, is rubbing his palms and licking his tongue in excitement.

The princess’s guardian knight, Sir Monde, is grumbling with a frown on his face.

And Princess Lilia, who wore so many clothes that she became a fat snowman.

“Hero.”

I looked at Princess Lilia, who came out to see me off until the last day.

“I told you I’m not a warrior.”

The princess naturally extended both her hands, and I slightly lowered my posture and took both of her hands.

Princess Lilia smiled.

“We’ll find out if you’re a warrior or not after this battle is over, right?”

“Maybe so.”

“Have a safe trip. I’ll give you all my strength. Yip!”

A warm feeling flowed through my hands and straight to my chest.

“How are you? Are you feeling a little stronger?”

I smiled brightly.

“It’s too much to handle.”

“It’s better than not having enough.”

“That’s true.”

At this time, Dauphin slowly approached.

“Princess. I came a little late and didn’t receive enough strength… … .”

I grabbed Dauphin by the back of his neck and dragged him into the open passage.

“You’re late, Do-hyung. Who would be late like that?”

“Ugh… …! Heaven! Why did you give me the gift of sleeping in on a day like today?”

The princess waved both her hands wildly at us as we slowly made our way down the passage.

“I hope you all have a safe trip! I’ll be cheering you on!”

Wheeeeew-

As we stepped outside the barrier, a heavy snowstorm greeted us as usual.

It feels a bit more intense today.

Is it because of my mood?

I breathed in the cold northern wind and looked at the last one to come out, Lord Monde.

I was just leaving after repeatedly giving warnings to the knight in charge of escorting the princess.

“Mond Sir.”

Monde Kyung looked at me.

“Lord Ashvan.”

Has he become mature too?

For some reason, Lord Monde responded in a serious tone.

The Dauphin and the swordsman snickered at the title of Kyung, but then became quiet after receiving a glare from Scarlett.

“Please take good care of Adrian. If anything happens, pick him up and jump into the barrier.”

Mond Sir looked around at the horrifying creatures Adrian had created and replied.

“I don’t think that will happen… but keep that in mind.”

He also gave Adrian a look.

“Adrian.”

“Yes, Lord Ashvan.”

“Do you have any regrets?”

“Haha, how could that be?”

Adrian spread his arms wide and laughed heartily as if he really had no regrets.

“Today is the best day of my life.”

The flower that bloomed after long persecution and hardship was strange and bizarre, but it was still nice to see.

No further words were needed.

He tapped Adrian on the shoulder and took a step towards the white hell.

The members followed me.

Footprints were imprinted here and there on the pure white snowy field.

Doo doo doo doo doo!

He spoke impulsively, pointing to the dark waves rolling in from afar.

“Should I break that?”

Dauphin replied with a grin.

“I think it would be okay to loosen up.”

As the leader of the mercenary group, I gave the order.

“Gentlemen. We are a moving reef for a moment. Let’s destroy it head on.”

Schmidt nodded, and Harts smirked.

“It’s so cool, it’s nice.”

The rest just had a faint smile on their lips, perhaps reminiscing about the old days.

“Let’s go.”

We fired the new model at the waves of demons pouring down in black.

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