A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 69



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Episode 069. The Play Is Not Over

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Eight Swords.

They were powerful men who had reached far-off realms.

A being that ruled the world with a strong power that no one dared to approach.

The absolute beings of the continent. Superhumans who broke the limits of humanity. Demigods who transcend humanity. Powerful beings of a different class. Monsters who do not die even if their hearts are pierced, and who can instantly create ice pillars that are dozens of meters high.

That’s why he felt afraid.

By a being in front of your eyes.

“Hmm. It’s nice to be out after a long time. The air is clean, maybe because it’s in the forest. It’s a little chilly though.”

He looked around, taking a deep breath as if he had no concern for the bitter cold.

He had a leisurely attitude, as if he had come out for a walk.

But, the presence I felt from him was different.

Mount Taishan was right before our eyes.

Ho-han asked in a slightly trembling voice.

“Who are you…?”

I could tell instinctively.

The shape is the same, but the inside is completely different.

The atmosphere is completely different.

If a moment ago he was a mad demon spewing blood, now he was a noble dragon flying above the clouds.

However, if something offends him, he has an eerie feeling that he will tear you to pieces in an instant.

… …was a monster.

“Me?”

Only then did the man turn his head and look into the bitter cold.

Our eyes met.

“… … .”

The moment his eyes met with hers, Hokhan felt his blood run cold.

And then I realized.

That I had awakened the terrible monster that had been sleeping inside me.

Hokhan had never seen such a being before. He felt overwhelmed just by the look in their eyes.

The red-eyed demon smiled faintly.

I took a step forward.

“I mean, my lord.”

Kung!

The ground shook.

It was just a light step.

The ground shook as if there was an earthquake, and the plants trembled.

An absolute sense of oppression enveloped the man.

“A teacher of a bad student.”

Kung!

“A man who is on the same level as the stray dog ​​Bangul.”

Kung!

“They were audience members who enjoyed the play.”

Taishan was walking towards me.

The cold never took his eyes off the man as he struggled to keep his balance on the ground that groaned with every step he took.

His gait seemed to trample on all living things.

Strength naturally entered the hand holding the sword.

Cheonma stopped walking, stared blankly at the bitter cold, and then opened his mouth.

“Originally, I would never have come up on stage.”

fault!

The bitter cold came out like a spring.

Suddenly, he kicked the ground and swung his sword like lightning.

Wow!

“… … !”

The bitter cold glared at me.

Cheonma continued speaking in a calm tone, still holding his sword with his bare hand.

“The curtain was about to fall on the play. I had no choice but to intervene.”

The cold cold tried to retrieve the sword with all its might and even tried to blow a lot of cold air on it.

He was held in the hands of the black demon and did not move at all.

Cheonma said with a big smile.

“To be honest, I live these days for the fun of watching this play.”

The cold somehow felt that smile was eerie.

As soon as Cheonma put down his sword, the cold quickly retreated.

Cheonma looked at him and praised him.

“The fight just now was quite a sight. It seems that even the dull disciple has realized something.”

Cheonma said as if he was doing a good deed.

“Originally, you should be torn to pieces and killed just for showing your will to kill me, but as a thank you for providing me with a good show, I won’t kill you. Just disappear.”

But the bitter cold did not go away.

Because I had to carry out the order to bring the devil’s head.

Cheonma moved his body here and there and frowned.

“There isn’t much time left, you poor fellow. You still have a long way to go. You’ll need more training.”

Cheonma looked at Hokhan, who was pointing his sword at him, with indifferent eyes.

“It looks like you have no intention of backing down easily. Yes, this is a good time. This is a good time.”

Cheonma waved his hand.

“Since I’m in a good mood for once, I’ll let you have a go. Come.”

It was an incredibly arrogant tone.

Hokhan swung his sword again and tried to rush in… …but stopped.

It was because it seemed like even the tip of a hair would be cut off if it entered the gap.

Hokhan, who had changed his mind, aimed his sword and drew up his mana.

Kkuddeuk… … .

Just looking at the blue blade, ice crystals formed, giving the impression of being creepy.

Each of them had such a strong force that it could pierce through thick rock.

The cold wind spun around and sprayed swords fiercely.

Wedge!

Hundreds of sharp ice crystals were shot at the Heavenly Horse.

Cheonma was amazed.

“Oh, that guy has some interesting talent.”

Cheonma leisurely raised one hand.

He moved his hands gently, drawing large circles as if he was sweeping the air with his palms out.

It was neither too fast nor too slow.

Wedge!

It seemed as if the Heavenly Horse’s hand was gently stroking the flying ice bullets, and then he extended his hand forward.

Hundreds of ice bullets returned straight to the cold.

The cold eyes opened wide.

‘This is ridiculous… … !’

His own secret energy was returning to him just as it was sent out.

The cold immediately drove the sword into the ground.

Kagakak!

A thick wall of ice immediately rose up to block the bullets, but not all of them.

Ice bullets flew through the wall and pierced various parts of my body.

Pubber pubber!

“Ugh… … !”

Blood flowed from the punctured body and soon froze.

Hokhan groaned and looked at Cheonma in disbelief.

Cheonma said indifferently.

“I don’t have much time, so I’ll finish it quickly.”

Kak!

While Cheonma was speaking, Hokhan slashed his sword from bottom to top, as if he was swiping it across the ground.

Then, sharp ice thorns sprouted in front of the Heavenly Horse and instantly shot up diagonally, trying to swallow the Heavenly Horse.

Kagagak!

The moment it was about to reach Cheonma.

Kung!

The heavenly horse stepped on the true awakening.

The ice thorns shattered into pieces before they could reach the Heavenly Horse.

The moment Ho-han was about to swing his sword again, his shoulder felt like it had been pricked by a needle.

Before he knew it, Cheonma was already looking at him with a hand on his shoulder.

“… … !”

“Hmm… … What a strange body. Can you use ice power like this?”

Cheonma muttered as if he was interested, then picked up the sword that had fallen on the floor.

It was the sword of Ashvan that had been broken by the bitter cold.

When Cheonma grabbed the sword, flames burned brightly on the broken blade, forming the shape of a complete sword.

“I don’t think he’ll die like this. He was fine even with his heart pierced.”

Cheonma swung the fire sword roughly in a diagonal direction like a child swinging a tree branch.

Chomp!

A sizzling, bright red stain was engraved on the cold chest.

“Keuk… … !”

The cold groaned in burning pain.

Cheonma patted his shoulder and said.

“The play is not over yet. No, it must not end. It is a long way from the curtain falling.”

He looked at Cheonma with eyes trembling with the bitter cold.

Cheonma spouted out unintelligible words.

“I have to see my disciple take hold of the ninth sword, and I have to watch him return to the kingdom of Maia. And that’s not all. I have to watch him fight those demons, see him reunite with the Sherwood mercenaries, and see him take down that captain. You don’t have the right to end this entertaining play. The play must go on.”

Cheonma muttered, rubbing his chin.

“But… you’re a pretty interesting character, too. It would be a shame to kill him off like this… … It’ll be fun to watch him fight with his disciple again later. I’m sure he’ll come to a lot of realizations then.”

Cheonma nodded as if he was gathering his thoughts, then glanced at Hokhan and said.

“Let me give you a piece of advice. You are relying too much on your sword. It’s a problem if you like your sword too much. Stay away from this bluish sword, and train with a wooden sword for the time being.”

The trained Cheonma said goodbye.

“Cheer up. If you don’t want to get eaten by that guy.”

At the same time, Cheonma’s palm hit Hohan’s chest.

Kwaaaaang!

The ground split open in a massive shockwave, sending blasts of air flying out in a circular motion.

The bitter cold shattered the frozen trees and flew away until it was out of sight, then passed out.

“hmm…….”

The Heavenly Horse, who had simply blown away the bitter cold, turned his gaze into the forest.

“The cat is quietly hiding and watching.”

Cheonma nodded and looked in the opposite direction this time.

It was a short hill, and there were those who were hiding from a distance and watching the fight.

Cheonma, who was staring blankly at the hill, spoke softly.

“Not a small number. Come here and take the useless disciple away.”

With those words, Cheonma closed his eyes.

Ashvan’s body lost all strength and he collapsed.

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The place that Cheonma looked at.

On top of a short hill.

There were people there who had been watching the fight between the two from the beginning.

Count Starvanger, who had arrived a step late and was just watching the fight with his feet stamping, let out a suppressed groan.

“her…….”

Count Hermann Stavanger stood there with his mouth open, speechless.

The other knights who were watching from the side felt the same way.

They were astonished.

Not a single one of them predicted the outcome of this fight.

‘The cold has been defeated!’

And by a huge margin.

It wasn’t a fight anymore.

It was a one-sided assault.

He played with it as if it were a grown man playing with a little child.

The movement wasn’t even visible properly.

A truly overwhelming gap. Irrational violence that exists beyond common sense.

My hands still tingled from the awe that radiated from him.

Some of the knights had already collapsed, their legs giving out.

‘What on earth is the author’s true identity?’

Who knew someone that strong existed?

It was something that would turn the country—no, the continent—upside down.

One of the knights who had been assisting the count came to his senses and called out to the count.

“… …My lord.”

The count looked at the knight who had called him.

He was a seasoned middle-aged knight who had been through all kinds of hardships.

“What do you want to do?”

The count looked at him blankly.

The middle-aged knight spoke again.

“My lord. What will you do with that monster—no, with the author?”

At those words, the count stared at the fallen Ashvan.

The middle-aged knight said.

“To be honest, it’s too dangerous. He’s the devil of the red eye. If we take him and he develops a malicious mind, there’s nothing we can do to stop him. I’m sorry to say this to Lord Hans, but for the safety of our family, it would be better if you just pretend not to know and leave him behind… .”

“That’s ridiculous!”

Another article chimed in excitedly.

He was a hot-blooded young knight.

“How dare you kick away the opportunity to recruit someone that strong! My lord. You saw it too, my lord. He played with that cold as if he were a child. Huh? If you’re not an idiot, this is… … .”

The middle-aged knight interrupted him with a question.

“What if we take him and he suddenly changes his mind and attacks us? What are we going to do then?”

The young knight retorted.

“Then what will you do if the author is taken by the First Prince or the Second Prince? If they hear news that you have defeated Hokhan, they will make a fuss and try to win him over somehow.”

“He is a traitor who killed a nobleman.”

“Is that a big deal at this point? If he ascended the throne and pardoned me, that would be it. To begin with, the Baron of Barranquilla was not a man of good reputation. You know that.”

“It’s like letting a vicious devil into your house.”

“You call people evil? How many times have you said that Hans is the one who saved your family?”

Other knights who had been listening to the story also came in one by one and began to express their opinions, and soon the noise became like a swarm of bees.

Count Starvanger, who had been thinking quietly, raised his hand.

“stop.”

The knights all fell silent.

Count Starvanger looked at the fallen Ashvan and concluded.

“I’m taking you.”

The knights’ cheers and worried groans mingled.

“If you don’t take risks, you won’t get anything.”

The count said as he mounted his horse.

“He is a distinguished guest. Be careful, he might get injured!”

“yes!”

“Also, make sure that this never leaks out.”

“yes!”

The knights answered the count’s request bravely.

The knights also mounted their horses and followed the count.

“Hey!”

Doo doo doo doo!

They ran down the hill and took Ashvan with them.

“… … .”

Their backs like that.

In the forest, Shushuruta was watching intently.