I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 71



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#71 Disaster is Coming (4)

Seo Geo-eok –

Thud.

Skeletons climbing the wall fell in a heap at Paramon’s Aura Blade.

At the same time, cheers erupted.

“Wow!”

“The knights have arrived!”

“Sword Masters and Paladins are together!”

Kwaaang –

Magic burst from the sky as if to announce their presence.

It was only natural that it stole everyone’s attention.

“Heh heh…..”

Paramon burst into laughter.

There are more undead than before.

And the knights who appeared not long after the battle with them began.

It was amazing timing.

The change that began when they appeared wasn’t just in the soldiers’ morale.

“Is Chris here…”

Paramon, who was providing support in front of the castle gate.

There wasn’t a single undead near him.

This may be because an eerie aura emanates from the jangseung.

The undead nearby were retreating, centered around the place where the jangseung was stuck.

It was a space that was clearly wider than the area it had been in just a moment ago.

“Even if I go, it will eventually disappear…”

The knights were charging towards this place, wrapped in divine power.

The skeletons were helplessly shattered before the sword flowing with light, and the banshees in the sky also disappeared due to divine magic.

“Is this something that catches your eye…”

They were displaying divine power to a degree that could be called blatant.

It was as if they were telling us that they were here and that we could come at them as we pleased.

Thanks to this, the attention of the undead heading towards the castle was focused there.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a sight.”

“Me too.”

Clocell descended from the sky next to Paramon.

“It’s like looking back at the old days.”

“Roselle, didn’t you say you would never trust the church again?”

Clocell scratched his head awkwardly and opened his mouth.

“Wouldn’t that be quite dangerous?”

The undead’s momentum was fierce.

A hatred more evident than anger towards the living.

It’s only natural since they have opposing energies.

The knights were already beginning to be surrounded by the undead.

Paramon readjusted his sword.

“I guess I have to open the way.”

“I got a call telling me to stay still and not move.”

“hmm?”

“According to Lord Aluard, it is an important matter for them.”

The two old men’s gazes turned toward the carriage in the middle.

They will be there.

Paramon smiled broadly.

A familiar face came to mind.

“The Pope and the saints of the time…and that guy Chris.”

“Huh… I don’t think it’s lacking to put your name next to those two.”

Paramon’s smile grew deeper at Clocell’s words.

He thought the same thing.

“If it is judged to be dangerous, I will step forward without hesitation.”

It’s not that it wasn’t, the situation really looked unfavorable.

Although there were many knights and priests, the number of undead far outnumbered them.

Even from the walls, voices of concern were heard.

“Ramon, do you really think something dangerous is going to happen? Take a look around.”

“hmm…?”

Before we knew it, the area that the undead could not approach had expanded.

The direction of the jangseungs was also turned.

Towards the carriage Chris was riding in.

“It’s like a gatekeeper welcoming his master.”

Doesn’t it feel like the front door has been cleaned up?

But it seemed like it would be a while before they arrived.

The knights riding on horseback had stopped moving.

Even the carriage behind them.

The momentum has been dampened by the numbers of the undead.

Clocell, who seemed like he would never move, gathered mana as if he was about to fly away at any moment.

“I’ll go and get a hand. Shouldn’t we save Chris?”

“I’ll go too.”

But the feet of the two old men did not leave the ground.

There is no need for that anymore.

Because the door of the stopped carriage opened and someone came out.

My worried mind was completely calmed down by the sound that resonated throughout the room.

Daughter –

The eyes of the two old men opened wide at the same time.

Call –

The sound of the bells felt different from what I usually heard.

It feels clearer and heavier than before.

“….Is that person Chris?”

“I think my eyes are deceiving me.”

A figure carrying a child on her back with her white hair fluttering.

The feeling created by the waist slightly bent forward and both hands turned back is like.

“You look like your grandmother.”

“….The atmosphere is completely different.”

“It seems like the realm has been completely taken care of.”

Even the gazes felt different from afar.

The gaze that had been overwhelming everyone before leaving this place had softened.

That doesn’t mean the strength has disappeared.

The sound rang out once again.

Daughter –

This time the sound didn’t end there.

Bigeye –

The bell that Aluard holds in his hand.

And the flute that Serena sings.

It was a surprisingly calm melody, unsuited to the battlefield.

Geuggeuggeuk –

The two old men turned their heads at the sound they heard from behind.

“Jangseung…”

A jangseung firmly planted in the ground.

The height was higher than before.

Looking at the dirt at the base, it seemed as if it was rising from the ground.

Is it an illusion that I feel like I’ve stood up?

Soon, momentum began to build.

Hwaaaaak –

Daughter –

A loud noise was heard from the castle walls.

“The undead are retreating!”

“Everyone, don’t let your guard down!”

“Seo…the saint has returned!”

It was the same scene as before.

All the undead within this wide wall were being driven out.

The undead near the knights also stopped moving.

Daughter –

Bigeye –

In that moment, a brilliant light emanated from behind Chris.

It was a sacred magic written by the Pope.

“Indeed… a magic worthy of the name of the Pope…”

Clocell let out a small exclamation of admiration.

The undead that had been touched by the light were collapsing to the ground.

Wherever Chris walks, the path opens up.

Daughter –

The undead were surrounded by Jangseung and knights.

Chris was walking towards the middle of it.

Bigeye –

It was a miraculous sight.

The undead around Chris froze and shook, and the banshees and specters floating in the sky stopped crying.

The only ones moving were Chris, followed by Aluard and Serena.

Daughter –

The tip of the drop fell behind Chris’ shoulder.

As if showing it to a baby.

And the mouth kept moving.

As the distance grew closer, the two old men let out a hollow laugh at the sound of singing that could be heard little by little.

“Sleep tight, my baby.”

“her…”

“You sleep so well, my baby.”

“Are you putting a baby to sleep among the undead?”

Occasionally, one hand would move, while the other would support the baby’s back while bouncing it.

A silver-haired baby who resembles Chris.

The baby was sleeping so comfortably that anyone could tell.

“I knew my Chris would come back in an extraordinary way…”

“I didn’t know you would walk among the undead carrying a saint.”

As Chris moved away from the Pope, this time the jangseungs made way.

The undead began to move as if following something.

Neither of the two old men knew that this was the role of the sign Chris had spoken of.

Finally, Chris’s voice could be heard clearly.

“Allure.”

“yes.”

“I originally intended to kick you out, but it was already too late.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You have to get rid of as much as possible. Leaving it any longer is poisonous.”

As Aluard fell back, the battle between the knights began again.

“Are you here?”

Paramon raises his hand to welcome Chris.

Clocell was similar.

“You brought a child here while I wasn’t seeing you for a while… Tsk tsk, your granddaughter-in-law is no ordinary son-in-law.”

“Open the gates!”

As we welcomed Chris, it was time to defeat the undead outside the castle.

Just as Paramon was thinking that, a voice was heard from behind Chris.

“Ugh…?”

“…A saint of her time.”

“My name is Luna.”

Luna’s white eyes met Paramon’s gaze.

Shit shit shit –

“….”

The greeting about the meeting came first from Luna.

“Habuu…?”

Those were Luna’s first words as she turned her head and saw Clocell.

The greeting towards Paramon was a little more certain.

“Lower…!”

“Heh heh…..”

Chris said shyly as he picked up Luna.

“Luna…”

This is probably the first time in my life that I’ve described someone like this.

Chris himself seemed awkward.

“In shamanism, she’s a goddess… in terms of fate, she’s my younger sister. This is not the first time…”

The mouths of the two old men were closed.

Because it reminded me of Chris.

Clocelle spoke in a light tone and laughed.

“You must have been carrying me so preciously… It was your little brother!”

Paramon also nodded and spoke.

“Your family.”