I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 78



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#78 Fraudulent Abilities (2)

Flash –

A dazzling light struck the undead.

It was a divine magic targeting the banshees and specters floating in the sky.

A brightness that brightens the sky even in broad daylight.

The owner of that divine power was the Pope of that time.

“The urgent task is to clear the way. Can you do it?”

Crunch.

Aluard shouted as he smashed the skeleton’s head.

“I obey Your Majesty’s command!”

A dazzling light flowed down the sword.

A power that radiates a noble appearance, unlike the Aura Blade.

It was a shape that was difficult to see as someone being hurt.

But to the undead, nothing was more deadly than that.

Sugeok –

Aluard’s sword split the skeleton’s waist.

It was a quick and sharp swordsmanship that left no room for resistance.

“Paladins, follow me! Priests, support the rear ranks!”

The sky begins to fill with undead once again.

Under the priests’ divine magic, the knights quickly crossed the mountain.

“For Ilya…”

Aluard, who was about to shout loudly, closed his mouth and took a deep breath.

A shout that would have been shouted out without hesitation in the past.

But I felt awkward all over again.

Because I felt a lot of things while following Chris around.

Haven’t you seen people following God’s will rather than serving God?

The path we must follow was not a path for God, but rather a set of footsteps.

Aluard shouted again.

“Follow Ilya’s will!”

Kuung –

The knights all stomped their feet and raised their shields.

Kwaaang –

Magic bursting all around.

They endured the shock wave and ran into the flames.

Because the undead there were moving and blocking the way.

“Clear the way!”

The skin of Aluard, who was walking ahead, turned red.

The fire penetrated the armor and left burns.

“Just look ahead and run! Lord Aluard!”

The light that came out from the hand of the knight who was following closely behind reached Aluard.

The skin that had been burning away was returning to its original appearance.

rustle –

Kwajik!

The sword cut through the undead and the shield shattered them.

Kwaaang –

Magic exploded from the side, engulfing the knights in flames, but not a single one of them stopped.

Because the divine power will heal them as long as their strength is not exhausted.

All I had to endure as I continued forward was pain.

For those who walk the path of God, even suffering is a learning experience.

“If I could just endure the pain, I could move forward…!”

“Raise your divine power!”

For a moment, Allure’s eyes stared sharply at one place.

They were truly a sinister bunch.

Even in the middle of battle, you hide yourself and plot evil.

Whee –

A new type of Allure was shot towards that place.

Kwaang –

Hurrruk!

The body that had been distorted by the flames returned to its original form as it was greeted by the light.

The pain of ripening flesh was not even on my mind.

Following the path of Ilya was originally called the path of asceticism.

“Show yourself!”

The necromancer, who had been hiding in a tree and using magic to conceal himself, let out a gasp of shock.

“Have you ever seen such monstrous creatures…?”

What kind of human being in the world would jump into a fire?

The magic was installed to burn them to death, not to break through like that.

Walking through fire wasn’t part of the plan.

“You ignorant bastards! Now you know why you were called fanatics!”

It is said that if the name of God is involved, one will jump into anything without hesitation.

The necromancer’s hand stopped as he was about to shoot magic towards Aluard.

Because I couldn’t move anymore.

Because his head was falling toward the floor.

Toouk.

Kwajik –

The head fell to the floor and was crushed by a foot.

“How can it be so dirty when we are of the same blood? The blood that friend shed was noble.”

The owner of the foot was Paramon.

Seo Geo-eok –

Squeak –

Thump –

A sword that moves at a speed that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

Every time one of Paramon’s new forms disappeared, the necromancer’s head rolled to the floor.

“profit…!”

The lone necromancer cast a fireball, but it scattered and disappeared.

It was the result of an old man who appeared behind Paramon.

“This is how you use fire magic.”

Hwaruruk –

“Ugh…!”

The necromancer’s body was instantly engulfed in flames and began to burn.

The fire will not go out until death and destruction.

“Ramon, two more Death Knights are coming down. The knights there are already facing the century!”

As soon as Clocell finished speaking, Paramon’s new form crossed the ground.

The knights who were engaged in fierce battles with the Death Knight were the ones he brought with him.

Descendants of comrades who fought together long ago.

Paramon, sensing their condition, kicked the ground with force.

***

Chae-Ang –

There was no holy place on the knights’ bodies.

Scars engraved beneath the burn marks.

Wounds that are festering and cannot be fully healed.

Most of the wounds were not sustained here, but in the castle.

If he had not been treated with divine power, his condition would have been much more serious.

That’s right –

Three people combined to fight the Death Knight, but it was not enough.

No matter how many times he stabbed or stabbed, the Death Knight would not fall.

Rather, it was the knights who took damage every time they attacked.

Chae-Ang –

The knight who blocked the sword had a look of determination in his eyes.

Because there was a gap in the Death Knight’s neck.

‘now!’

Shhh –

But the blow that was made with all his might was blocked in vain.

The Death Knight’s arm struck the sword.

Kaang –

A sword blade that rises into the air, splitting in two.

At that moment, the knight’s time began to flow slowly.

‘It’s a broken sword…’

It was a coincidence.

The title that followed me my whole life would be the last thing I would see at my last moment.

Phew –

The Death Knight’s sword pierced the knight’s stomach and protruded out his back.

“Ugh!”

The knight smiled and grabbed the sword stuck in his stomach with both hands.

“I have to take you with me!”

“Bilzen!!”

Kwajik!

The swords of his comrades instantly slashed at the Death Knight.

“Help others quickly!”

The knight called Billzen screamed, clutching his stomach.

But the situation was bleak.

Before I knew it, two more Death Knights had appeared.

“It’s so wonderful.”

Bilzen’s head turned backwards.

“….Lord Paramon!”

“Bilzen, you look just like your grandfather. In your face and even in your actions.”

The broken sword slipped out of Bilzen’s hand.

The new thing that was held there was the sword that Paramon had been wielding.

“Do you know why I brought you here?”

Damn it.

Paramon raised his sword before Bilzen’s eyes.

“Your grandfather…”

Damn it.

“We! Even with broken swords, we pierced the enemy.”

Paramon ran out and swung his sword.

A sword that doesn’t even have an aura blade.

A short sword with less than half of its length remaining.

Whee –

Paramon dove into the oncoming attack and plunged his sword into the Death Knight’s neck.

Kwajik –

“….!”

The knight’s eyes widened.

Because the movements that Paramon showed were exactly the same as the movements he was trying to do.

A small, sad voice rang out as the Death Knight’s neck was torn off.

“I can’t count the number of times this swordsman has cut off the heads of my enemies.”

“…I will remember.”

Bilzen’s vision became blurred.

Was the injury serious, or was it because he had lost too much blood?

Bilzen knew better than anyone that this was the final moment.

It was a pity.

He too could have cut off his enemy’s neck… .

“Make no mistake. You will not die.”

“….?”

“They said it wasn’t a fate that would lead to a quick death. They said it would lead to a long life.”

As Paramon leapt towards another Death Knight, someone behind him offered up a Bilzen.

“You..?”

“I am a soldier of the County of Nordin.”

The soldier searched through his pockets and took out a small bottle.

It was a potion.

It’s really strange.

A mere soldier carrying around such a precious potion.

The soldier opened his mouth as he poured the potion into Bilzen’s wound.

“Chris told me that I will be someone’s benefactor today.”

“….her.”

“He gave me a potion he had found somewhere.”

A strange man carrying a saint on his back.

Even though I saw unbelievable things happen, I still had doubts in the corner of my heart.

How do you keep people alive in a war zone?

But I didn’t know it would come to this.

Chiiik –

A stinging pain spread from his stomach and Bilzen’s vision returned to normal.

“There’s no time for this. Let’s fight quickly…!”

Before the words could be finished, Bilzen and the soldier’s bodies were covered with a transparent film.

Kwaaang –

After a spell passed, what they saw was an old man with blond hair.

“The fire will spread here soon. What are you doing not moving quickly?”

Black smoke was already rising all around.

It was natural to feel the hot heat.

“The elves will come. Just hold on until then.”

Clocell’s gaze turned to the back he had passed by.

“There are undead at the back too. We’ll be surrounded soon.”