The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 89

89 – Shine Bright

Rocket fell into the forest with a distinctive high-pitched sound.

Wow!

With a deafening roar, the rocket shattered the forest, overturning the ground and shattering the trees. However, the power was not negligible, but it was not worthy of the name ‘Rocket’.

Even if you look closely, is it about the size of a grenade?

Seeing it shake the ground and explode trees, it seemed a bit noisy at first glance, but it was powerful enough to raise a question mark because it was named Rocket.

This was because this rocket was made for a ‘special purpose’, not for simple explosive power.

Woo woo woo-

Smoke billowed out of the exploded rocket.

The explosion, which seemed loud, covered the whole forest with blue smoke, as if it was only meant to spread this smoke in all directions, and covered the entire forest with blue clouds, which looked gloomy.

Woo woo woo woo-

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The cloud mixed with suppressive gas, commonly called BZ gas, vibrated finely and ate up the searchlight, and eventually the red light was completely buried in the blue cloud and lost its light. As if it were a ghost made of smoke, the smoke that consumed even the place where the altar was located floated in the air as if creating a forest buried in a sea of clouds.

“What energy is it?”

“Judging by the vibration levels… SN-13! It’s positive energy!”

“Yes? Then prepare the frozen grenades!”

At the man’s command, the soldiers shoved grenades into the grenade launchers and began firing in unison.

The grenades that filled the sky with a pong-pong sound rotated their bodies and flew towards the place where the altar was located, and then exploded one by one, spraying the liquid they were holding inside.

The grenade that fell to the ground exploded like a water balloon, spraying liquid everywhere, and the grenade that burst from the sky rained down. And the sprayed liquid froze everything it touched.

The tree froze as soon as it touched the liquid, and the ground also turned into a block of ice. The grass became pieces of ice and was shattered with even the slightest impact, and the lotus flower floating in the pool of blood became a work of art.

Icicles formed here and there, and the water that had splattered due to the impact froze in its original form and became jagged thorns.

However, the middle-aged man frowned, as if he was not relieved even after pouring frozen grenades.

“That guy’s acting is all good, but I can’t observe the inside.”

He grumbled and pulled out the saber worn around his waist.

The gently curved sword stretched out long, and a blazing red flag slowly rose from the handle and enveloped the sword. The saber started to burn roaringly as if it had been oiled and set on fire, and the appearance reminded me of the sword of flame held by an angel.

He moved his sword with sharp eyes.

From left to right.

The sword, moving horizontally, drew a single red line in the air, and as if the line was supposed to be like that, it flew like a dart and cut off everything that touched my body.

Whoop-!

Trees in the path of the flying sword were cut down and fell to the ground, making a terrifying roar as it fell to the ground. The frozen part bursts into pieces, and the non-frozen part lies on the ground, basking in the cold.Made it cold

He continued to move his sword as if once wasn’t enough.

The sword drew a diagonal line.

The sword drew a horizontal line again.

Bottom to top, diagonally from top to bottom.

And then crosswise again.

The sword spirit that was scattered in line with the moving sword cutting through the air cut the forest here and there, and eventually, when the roar was no longer audible even when he swung the sword, he stopped spraying the sword indiscriminately.

“Cut the smoke.”

The sword dance is over.

After hearing the order, the soldiers moved in perfect order, operated the equipment, and activated the suction device in the vehicle resembling a tank truck to suck in all the smoke that was thick in the forest. As if sucking up smoke with a powerful vacuum cleaner, the blue clouds were sucked into the suction device, and the scene of the shattered forest was gradually revealed.

The scenery of the exposed forest was truly miserable.

The grounds where wild animals lived a little while ago were shattered as if they had gone through a war, and what used to be trees were now just rolling on the ground in pieces of wood or ice. In addition, because it was broken and sharpened, it stabbed and pierced the bodies of animals in the forest, and even cut off their breath.

And.

“Hmm.”

The altar, the culprit that made the forest like that, was fine.

It was frozen, perhaps because it was affected by the frozen grenade, but its original form remained.

However, the two people who should have been lying on it could only see bloodstains anywhere.

Besides, the shaman was also nowhere to be seen.

“Clear obstacles and check!”

Upon receiving the order, two wizards carrying strange machines came forward.

They injected mana into the equipment they were wearing to activate it, and as if concentrating, they made a triangle with both hands and stretched it straight out toward the front. Then, psychokinesis, amplified by the power of the machine, burst out, and the obstacles in front of them slowly rose into the air.

Objects such as wood chips and rocks floating in the air were pushed aside, creating a well-polished path.

And when the road was made, a wizard wearing a special helmet stepped out.

He used his helmet to scan the road where obstacles had been cleared, and handed the data to the AI mounted in the vehicle that came with him.

“Nothing wrong!”

AI instantly analyzed the scan data and informed the result.

“Inrush!”

When it was deemed safe, the soldiers moved in unison.

Perhaps because of the idea of catching the shaman, they ran with a lot of energy on the equipment in their hands, and there was a little tension on their faces.

Unfortunately or fortunately, they never had to use the equipment.

What they saw was neither a shaman preparing for a sit-in, nor a shaman holding hostages and trying to intimidate them.

It was a deep hole that seemed to lead to the depths of the earth.

“You ran away.”

The middle-aged man said so as if to conclude.

And as if his words were right, the adjutant next to him nodded in agreement and gestured to the soldier behind him to bring his equipment.

As soon as he was handed the equipment, he measured it by shooting a laser at the hole.

Beep-!

“The depth is about 10 meters vertically.”

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“You dug deep.Follow Ron!”

At the command of the middle-aged man, a sharp-looking man stepped forward and infused magic into the drone.

The drone, smaller than a baby’s palm, floated silently in the air as the mana entered it, and went into the hole at the beckoning of the man who breathed in his mana.

A tiny camera attached to the drone showed what was inside the hole to the imaging device.

“The walls aren’t rough. They were dug with superpowers.”

“I used a method of compressing the soil. Artifact? If not, it might be a guy who uses telekinesis-type magic.”

“I can’t feel any magic marks in the video. I didn’t use an artifact.”

“But there are also traces of the heat melting the soil.”

“I’m not sure about this. But you need to be careful.”

The middle-aged man and his adjutant watched the video and analyzed it.

The texture of the soil, the shape of the soil, the shape and size of the hole, and the traces of movement.

All of them were important clues to the technique and physique used by the shaman.

However, such an analysis did not last long.

Noise started to appear in the video.

“It’s a noise phenomenon caused by spiritual body interference!”

“If this is a noise phenomenon, is it some kind of evil spirit? Don’t worry. I was consecrated by an Orthodox priest, so I can’t interfere too much… Oops!”

Dismissed!

Did the middle-aged man’s rants bother him?

Before he could finish his words, the video transmission ended with the sound of something exploding.

It was a story that there was a problem with the drone itself, not just a problem with noise.

“Suka bulyat (сука блять).”

The middle-aged man spat out a low curse.

Then he spat on the floor and pulled out a grenade.

“Like a ghost asshole or sucking piglet. How dare you destroy an expensive drone?”

He pulled out the pin and threw a napalm grenade into the hole.

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Per-huh!

Jinseong laughed at the explosion that came from far away.

“I’ve just been out in the past.”

Jinseong knew the man who tried to catch him in an extremely radical way.

He is the vanguard who took the lead in the war against neighboring countries during World War 3, and a man who will later rise to the position of president.

Viktor Alexandrovich Smirnov.

His nickname is Viktor of Nuclear Shower.

He was the man who poisoned half of Eastern Europe with radiation.