The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 88

88 – Shine Bright

The obsidian dagger plunged into her chest without resistance, like a knife through her head. Jinseong moved his obsidian dagger and started drawing on her chest.

She cut through her skin without hesitation, as if cutting something soft and soft, and drew a semicircle across her chest without spilling a single drop of blood, as if cutting through a doll. The negligee she was wearing was tattered and did not play her part, and her thin layer of fabric peeled off her skin, exposing her pure white breasts.

Jinseong quilted her small breasts with an obsidian dagger as if it were a douche.

Just as she draws with an obsidian dagger as a brush, she body paints Ella’s skin.

And finally, when something that was both pictorial and hieroglyphic was engraved, he stopped his hand. As the picture was drawn, he drew his obsidian dagger and held it in the air.

Poududeuk!

Then there was the sound of something being pulled from her, and Ella’s chest slowly opened. From her chest, which had been opened without spilling a single drop of blood, a strange-looking lump of meat floated into the air.

It was a tumor called a teratoma.

Jinseong looked at it and opened her mouth.

“Congratulations on coming out of the egg.”

He began slicing through chunks of his flesh without hesitation with the obsidian dagger in his hand.

Took.

Tuduk.

The lumpy and meaningless things on the outside of the meat chunks were cut little by little like cutting jewels, and eventually formed a single shape.

A piece of meat resembling a human.

At first glance, it looked like a fetus, and when looked at differently, it looked like a newborn baby.

Surprisingly, the chunk of meat was making a weak vibration.

Heart was beating.

Jinseong started carving patterns on the meat with an obsidian dagger, just like he did with Ella. However, unlike Ela, he carved only one, the shape of a cross with a handle.

It was the hieroglyph of Egypt, Ankh (☥).

Jinseong placed a piece of meat next to Ella.

Then he squeezed the air and dragged a lot of boxes buried in the ground.

Fighting!

Bullfight!

The boxes fell in front of Jinseong with a heavy sound, and the lids began to open by themselves.

What you see inside the box with the lid open are what appear to be human organs.

These were organoids created by 3D cell culture.

And that wasn’t all.

In another box, the substances that make up a human being were roughly crammed together, and lime powder and briquette powder were floating on the water.

In some boxes, what appeared to be sap packs and blood packs were filling a box, in some boxes there were collagen fibers, and in some boxes a special culture medium full of magical energy.

Jinseong checked the materials that the great witch had obtained using her connections and money, and raised the obsidian dagger high into the sky. Then he waited patiently for the obsidian to reflect the sun, then shouted loudly as the light shimmered and descended toward the altar.

“As the blazing sun endures forever, so shall its grace!”

The grace of the sun that comes down after a terrible human sacrifice.

The grace was descending upon Ella.

Originally, the grace that a fortune teller should have received was concentrated on Ella, the only survivor.

In addition, originally, it might have enriched the nearby area and disappeared in vain, but as the symbol of ‘sun’ was strengthened by Jinseong, it could be concentrated on Ella without loss.

As the warm light descended on the altar, Jinseong moved the obsidian dagger to focus the light.

As if moving a concave mirror around and concentrating the light on a single point, it hit Ella’s body, then hit her body with a piece of meat, and then shot it into the sky again, and so on.

And.

Fire.

The action seemed to bear fruit, and the fire began to burn.

Ella and her chunks of meat started to burn.

The red flames blazed up strongly, and eventually turned to a dark color so that the two could not be seen. And it disappeared shortly thereafter.

Tadak.

The sparks that disappeared with the sound of sparks spewed out Ella.

Ella’s negligee completely disappeared, leaving her naked.

But what’s strange is that it’s a little different from before.

Her life returned to Ella, who didn’t think it would be strange if she became a corpse right away, and the wounds she had suffered vanished. She was as clean as if she had been born, without a single scar on her skin.

Besides, her eyes were closed with her calm face, as if the pain she had felt before had disappeared, and she was breathing evenly.

And beside it, there was a chunk of meat engulfed in flames, and the flames engulfed the boxes by moving their bodies as if they were not satisfied with one chunk of meat. First, the box with the lime powder and briquette powder floating was burned, and then the box containing the organ analogue was burned.

Still not satisfied, the flame continued to move and burned the entire box.

The ghosts greedily devoured the boxes as if they were alive.

And as the box burns, the flames on the altar gradually increase in size.

A flame the size of a fist became a flame the size of a head, and the head soon became the size of a child.

And, as if he was satisfied only when he was about half the size of Ella, he quickly faded away and spewed out something from her.

Tadak!

It was a child who vomited with the sound of sparks.

She was a girl with fair skin and white hair, just like Ella.

She looked just like Ella, and in some ways she was like her sister, and in some ways she was like her daughter.

The girl, like Ella, was breathing evenly with a relaxed face.

And as the girl let out her breath, her sun began to shine as if it had done its job, and the light that stayed bright on her altar soon disappeared.

The grace that Krom Cruach bestowed upon her had come to an end.

“You’ve really gained a lot.”

Jinseong smiled.

Ella, who should have died by nature, lived there.

Marten got her own body, not Ella’s.

Even so, the remaining power of the sun was concentrated in the obsidian dagger.

If you want, you can capture the power of the sun as it is and make it into a powerful fetish.It could also benefit Lee Se-rin to some extent.

It was only for profit.

Everyone is happy

How is this not a good thing?

“Om mani padme hum” (ॐ मणि पद्मे हूँ).

Jinseong gave himself so many gifts and memorized a mantra to the fortuneteller who disappeared.

If the previous one was a mantra to pray for peace, this time it was a greeting of gratitude.

But did the fortuneteller get excited after receiving that thank you from heaven?

A harsh reply flew towards Jinseong.

Fur–Ooh!

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“Her.”

In the form of an ax flying through the speed of sound.

* * *

The ax that flew at the speed of sound literally tore through the air.

The ax, with red energy flowing as if on fire, flew towards the altar drawing a huge red line in the air, and tried to blow off the head of the one presumed to be a shaman standing there.

Wow!

However, before the ax smashed the shaman’s head, a haze bloomed and slightly twisted the ax’s trajectory, followed by several surging energy barriers blocking the axe.

Seeing that the honeycomb structure pattern was drawn on the energy barrier, it seemed that an artifact was used to defend against projectiles.

“I blocked you.”

But the middle-aged man who threw the ax muttered that with a grave expression.

“Well, he looks like he has a swollen liver, so we need to stop this.”

“Wouldn’t it be bland if you did that kind of ritual on a subject that doesn’t even accept greetings?”

The middle-aged man spit out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth at the sound he heard on either side of him and looked out at the forest.

The smell of blood vibrating enough to make my head hurt.

A structure that appears to be an altar.

And a figure that appeared to be a person lying on top of it.

All of it said that human sacrifice ceremonies were performed inside the red pillars.

“Huh, yes. He’s the one who dared to do such rubbish in Mother Russia (Мать-Россия), but we have to endure this much.”

I don’t know why that shaman performed the human sacrifice ritual.

It’s not a weak country, and I don’t know if they dared to do that ceremony in Russia.

I don’t know what thoughts were on my head, and I don’t know how much the liver is swollen.

But if one thing is certain.

Bastards who do things like that should have their heads smashed.

He crushed a cigarette that had fallen in the snow with his boot.

“Show me some organ taste!”

At the man’s command, multiple rocket launchers fired.