I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 52



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#52 General (4)

“You demons, get out of here.”

As Chris’s words rang out, the air around them began to change.

Daughter –

Chris turned and looked at the wall.

Chris holding a bell in his hand and carrying a backpack on his back.

Chris’s eyes slowly scanned the walls.

Shudder.

The bodies of the undead within sight began to tremble.

It was similar to the soldiers who first encountered the undead.

A cry burst out of Banshee, but it was a completely different sound from the cries that had charmed people.

Is this what a scream filled with fear sounds like?

The undead began to move.

“…..The undead are descending the walls…!”

The expression “going down” did not seem appropriate.

Because what they were doing was close to suicide.

The skeleton ran somewhere as if it was scared.

That’s where they came from.

Whee –

Perseok –

Skeletons fell from the walls and broke with a loud crash.

The Spectre and Banshee had already disappeared, and their existence could not even be confirmed.

The soldier who had been shouting about something unheard of trembled and closed his mouth.

I met Chris’ gaze as he scanned the venereal disease report.

“Ugh…!”

“Ugh…!”

The soldiers who met Chris’ eyes held their breath and shrugged their shoulders.

The gaze was so intense.

A presence that is both scary and large.

It was a look so scary that it made me cringe.

“Ugh…ugh…!”

A spectacular sight unfolded outside the castle walls.

Where Chris is standing.

The undead were retreating as if a line had been drawn based on that point.

It looked like he wasn’t retreating, but rather being chased by Chris.

Daughter –

Damn it.

Step by step, shaking the bell.

Damn it.

The undead’s legs also moved along with the feet that touched the ground.

The undead retreated, putting distance between themselves and Chris.

Even Paramon, who was standing behind Chris, flinched at the momentum.

“How on earth do you explain this…”

Chris’s actions were almost like fighting an undead.

The important thing is that the undead do not feel fear.

But look at the situation now.

The movements of the undead seemed to make Chris retreat in fear.

When Chris’ eyes met theirs, even Banshee and Specter avoided eye contact.

As if trying to get out of sight.

No, even that seemed impossible.

Every time a whistle came out of his mouth, the heads of the undead turned towards Chris.

Every time the undead made eye contact, they took a step back hesitantly.

The banshee’s screams turned to silence, and the death aura the skeletons were emitting curled up.

Daughter –

Chris shook the bell and murmured softly.

“Serena.”

At the same time, the sound of a flute began to sound.

A melody I’ve never heard before.

A mysterious sound spread out.

moment.

“Huh…!”

Paramon turned his head at the fierce momentum emanating from behind.

It was as if it was the murderous aura of a strong knight.

The energy was flowing out from the wooden statue stuck in front of the gate.

“I think it was called Jangseung…”

A wooden statue carved by Chris from the World Tree.

Chris’s voice penetrated Paramon’s ears.

“You demons under the sky, the general is angry.”

Daughter –

At those words, the Spectres and Banshees flinched and began to run away.

The banshees, who had been trembling without being able to look at Chris, slid backwards as they came face to face with Jangseung.

“Things from beneath the earth. The female general is angry.”

The same was true for skeletons.

Even those that were nothing but bones trembled as if they felt fear.

Daughter –

Chris’s body swayed to the sound of the flute.

A body that dances and sways.

A bell resting on one shoulder made a sound.

Daughter –

Daughter –

Dance on the battlefield.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the incongruous sight.

Goosebumps ran down everyone’s body.

There was even a sense of divinity in that movement.

I felt a thrill every time my body jumped into the sky.

It was a trembling for no apparent reason.

“The undead are fleeing…!”

It was an unbelievable sight.

One man was driving out the undead.

There was no fighting, no magic.

Undead that just runs away with a chilling momentum.

He turned around as if he had been startled by the shouting of the person shaking the bell.

The soldier on the wall muttered as if possessed.

“He is…”

“He is the messenger of God…!”

“This is a saint sent by God! The saint has appeared!”

Chris’s gestures became more intense and his momentum grew stronger.

So much so that Paramon swallowed his saliva as he looked at the jangseung.

Hwaaaaak –

Passionate emotions ran through everyone’s skin.

A sense of relief at having survived.

The exhilaration of being able to do anything.

That feeling flowed down to the undead as well.

In a completely different form.

The undead’s retreat became faster and they began to move away from the castle.

“That’s…close to running away.”

A person who causes the undead to flee.

A person who instills fear in the undead.

What on earth should I say about Chris?

Paramon looked at Chris, his sword hanging down.

Chris shakes his body and spits out unintelligible words.

It was constantly jumping towards the sky and shaking the bells.

Daughter –

The tone in his voice was extraordinary.

It wasn’t that I was screaming in anger.

It feels like scolding and scolding the undead.

Chris was getting angry and telling us to just go back where we came from.

“….”

Paramon’s expression became strange.

If the undead went as they pleased, why would the Continental War have happened?

It wasn’t an undead that would turn away if you chased it away.

But that’s what was actually happening.

“Heh heh…”

The battle we fought to stop the undead.

Many soldiers died, and the number of times he swung his sword during that time was countless.

Piles of bones were piled high to prove it.

But in the end, it was something that neither the Sword Master’s swordsmanship nor the Great Wizard’s magic could accomplish.

That is, dealing with them without victims.

“…I feel this every time, but life is futile.”

“Me too.”

Clocell came down from the wall next to Paramon.

“I thought it would end like this.”

“Me too.”

The two would not have died.

Losing weight may be difficult, but it’s not impossible.

But everyone else would have died except for those two.

Clocell laughed as if he found it ridiculous.

“The moment I curse that damn church…”

“hmm?”

“I heard the sound of bells falling from the sky.”

“her…”

“Instead of the priests who did not come, Chris came down from the sky.”

Paramon thought for a moment.

It’s like a scene from a narrative that tells the story of a hero.

Clocell continued.

“I plan to file a formal protest as soon as this matter is resolved.”

Paramon looked down at the sword in his hand and smiled bitterly.

“I will also help.”

“Klaus and Aster’s protests… I guess this is enough.”

The faces of the two inspirations were not only hardened, but filled with anger.

Clocell opened his mouth, looking into the distance.

“Anyway, it’s not over yet. None of the necromancers have shown up yet.”

Clocell’s doubts were natural.

This is something I felt throughout the fight.

The undead that had just arrived did not feel like they were under control.

Should I say that it was like releasing a monster?

Only the bare minimum of control was in place.

“Remember when Chris said there were necromancers up on the mountain?”

Paramon nodded.

“I’d like to go there right now, but…”

There were too many victims.

Most of the soldiers would have been wounded.

With their morale at such a low level, fighting was no longer possible.

Daughter –

The sound of the bells lingered and disappeared along with the sound of the flute.

Suddenly, there were no undead left nearby.

“…It’s over.”

Chris, panting, with disheveled hair.

Paramon and Clocell were surprised and exclaimed in admiration at the sight of her turning around, holding the bell in her hand.

“Uh…”

Was Chris’s presence this big?

He seemed like a completely different person than the last time I saw him.

If he was a mysterious young man back then, now···.

“You’ve reached a new level.”

The intense gaze was enough to make the two old men’s hearts shiver.

I remembered something Chris had said one day.

– A shaman must have strong energy.

It was a moment when words that I didn’t know what they meant at the time really made sense.

The two inspirations rushed towards Chris.

“….You’ve changed a lot.”

Chris paid no attention to the words of the inspirations and watched the undead flee.

“Don’t chase me.”

“…hmm?”

I didn’t mean to, but when Chris says something like that, I can’t help but wonder why.

Chris opened his mouth again and smiled coolly.

“There are some disobedient guys over there. The spirit is really angry.”

“…Are you talking about the priests?”

“I don’t think you’re a priest…”

Chris waved his hand, telling her not to talk nonsense.

I saw them as I flew through the sky.

There was not a single one shining except for Aluard.

Probably won’t die.

They still have work to do.

“If it weren’t for Allure, we would all have turned into evil spirits…”

I felt an incredible amount of fatigue coming onto my body.

I couldn’t sleep and prayed, and since I’ve been holding a series of rituals since coming here, it can’t be helped.

“The undead will be unable to approach for a while.”

Chris pointed to the jangseung confidently.

The great general of the world and the female general of the underground.