Constellation of the Reverse World 401

Chapter 401 – Chapter 401: The Name of Revenge 3

The pure white cloth dances in a wave.

She looks more like a shaman praying than a witch who practices magic. Every time the elongated cloth that hung at the end of the sleeves and covered the hands her danced, the magic circle engraved on the cloth caught the sunlight and glowed beautifully.

The magic circle is drawn and woven with pure white thread inside a pure white cloth, and the magic circle that continuously changes depending on the angle looks like a hologram.

“How long will the ceremony take?”

“It depends on the situation. The more brainwashed dummy the Corrupt Constellation has prepared, the more sacrifices we have to make.”

She was quite beautiful because the woman who performed the ceremony as if dancing was a beauty, but what was happening around her was not beautiful at all. As the ritual progressed, the sacrifices standing on the magic circle crumbled and disappeared along with the fluttering pieces of cloth.

From white flowers full of magical powers, to fluffy and cute lambs, to people holding various offerings.

Similar to the appearance of a purple villain somewhere snapping his fingers, everything turns into powder and crumbles. However, the difference is that it began to embroider the air, not as dark ash powder, but as a beautiful glittering powder. Its appearance feels like the Milky Way.

The Milky Way made of human souls begins to pile up little by little.

“If there’s no particular variable, things will go as planned. Maybe it’s because he’s from the academy, so his skills are good.”

“Do you keep coming in like that?”

“Yes, until the ceremony is over.”

The magic circle drawn in blood glowed glisteningly, and beads of sweat flowed from the forehead of the witch conducting the ritual in the center.

Another human sacrifice volunteer who took the same place in the place of the sacrifice that had been vacated to see if there was a designated place on the magic circle.

What a beautiful scene, except that the person is disintegrating. It was a magnificent figure that medieval people would bow to as a revelation of God.

“Where did you keep the Corrupted Constellation?”

“It’s right next door. We don’t need her to conduct the ceremony.”

“If that sparkling magical power makes a path here, will you release the Corrupted Constellation from the building next door?”

“Yes. Exactly, it is designed to be released on its own.”

Well, you need to be connected to something to know that enough souls have accumulated.

While waiting for the ceremony, more than a hundred people have already been crumbled as sacrifices. However, after letting go of the Corrupted Constellation, ‘The pursuit failed because there were not enough souls?’ What if the word comes out? Only those who volunteered for human sacrifice will be dog deaths, and the Fallen Constellations will resume their activities as apocalypseists.

And as long as you’re caught once, the next time you’re brainwashed and possessed, you’ll never come down.

“… The door seems to be opening.”

“Okay?”

The powder of light that was swirling above the witch performing the ritual is piled up like a tower. A torrent of magical power that looks like a tower of light or a waterfall of light.

Above the witch, now left alone on top of the magic circle, something digs in between the torrents like a fish while the magic of pure white light rises majestically high into the sky.

“Is that the soul of that constellation?”

“Yes. Traces are clearly left.”

Like the wheel marks left on the white snow, or like contrails left in the cloudless sky, the traces of magical power cut through.

I abandoned my avatar and flew up to the trail.

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It was a truly bizarre sensation to move as a spiritual body.

I don’t know if it’s an instinctive sense that I gained while becoming a dreamer, or whether all Constellations basically know how to do it. Like the brainwave measurement game I experienced in a museum when I was a child, the sensation of flying freely in the air with just your thoughts is very unfamiliar.

As you follow the traces of the Milky Way made of souls to the end of the sky, your vision is distorted.

“Whoa, did you follow me all the way here?”

When her blurred vision of her becomes clear again, what she sees in front of her is a woman whose face is distorted like a demon.

Her pale white skin her, her curly red hair down to her waist, her fiercely staring green eyes and her freckles on the back of her nose. The typical gingerbread woman was in front of her eyes.

Of course, there was only one difference from continental ginger… The point is that the Fallen Constellation of the Doomsday Theorist is ugly.

Well, since I also came to this world with a ferocious appearance who experienced an apocalypse life before turning into a dreamer, I guess it’s only natural.

“I don’t know what you believed in, but… You walked into the limbs with your own feet.”

Ignoring the corrupt constellation she had started talking about in front of her, she began to look around her space.

As for the first impression of the sight that came into her eyes her… Maybe it’s an old warehouse or a poorly maintained museum. A room full of odds and ends as if he wanted to prove that he was a high priest and a shaman with this space.

From a large wooden mask that seemed to cover the upper body when worn, to a spear made of branches and vines, to a crystal gem the size of a person’s head that sparkled by itself, to a talisman hanging high enough to cover a wall. It was filled with shamanistic items that easily exceeded a hundred units if counted in numbers.

“It just went well. I don’t know what they were trying to do, but if only one guy came, it must mean something went wrong.”

As I was looking around, a fallen constellation approached me after talking to myself.

She is holding a black dagger in her hand. Since he’s a shaman, he could have become an obsidian dagger.

It was a sharp dagger that could easily tear human skin, but there was no tension. There is no reason to be afraid unless it is brainwashing or hypnosis that takes away one’s freedom with a snap.

Juju, a shaman, tried to subdue me with a hand-to-hand combat… ?

“Follow me quietly, you bastard!”

“…!”

Even if he was a shaman, his hand swept over him as if he had the high priest Jjamppap.

It’s not the frail woman’s outbursts, but the fierce hand that is good at this thing grabs my wrist her.

Perhaps because of the strengthening of his body his, he could n’t resist the quicker-than-expected touch and grabbed his wrist her, but fortunately, the fallen constellation did n’t wield a dagger. After being treated so badly, it’s absurd that they still seem to ignore me because I’m a man. Do you still think that I am a man?

In this warehouse-like space, I calmly followed him, wanting to know where he was going to take him.

Weapons are scattered around, so you should be able to grab them and wield them when the need arises. To put it bluntly, even just that raw crystal would make it a more powerful blunt weapon than any hammer.

“Whoa, you filthy heretics. Are you trying to tie me down with shallow moves?”

A corrupted Constellation wheezing endlessly to herself, probably because she was so angry because she was caught in the palm of the hands of the elderly and insulted.

As I made my way through the warehouse without looking back, I grabbed a suitable blade with my free hand.

They said Svetlana was coming with them, but it’s taking longer than expected. Shall I kill them?

“… Is that?”

“Hehe, the end of the apostate. Your guy will be like that soon.”

In the back of the warehouse, in the wide open space, there were three men sitting blankly.

There can’t be an incarnation here, so those three must be brainwashed Constellations. Looking at the corrupt constellation laughing uglierly with its pierced features, it slowly began to measure its angle.

Side, or back. If you stab him openly from the front, you’ll naturally respond with a counterattack or evasion. Because his physical ability his seems to be better than mine.

As I put strength into the hand holding the blade like that—

“Hey, you’re messy. Didn’t this bitch who is a goddess even teach you how to clean the corners of your room?”

“How dare you insult the goddess!”

A young girl approaching knocking down trifles, to be exact, a young Svetlana.

With a harsh tone, probably because she has an enemy in front of her eyes, she starts scratching at her fallen constellation.

“Is there such a thing as that goddess? Even if my high priest was caught and insulted, he didn’t answer.”

“You dare, heathen bastard!”

“Because it’s abusive, the ambassador is frivolous.

As if solemnly praying, Svetlana in the form of a middle school student giggles while prolonging the word baby slowly.

What after that could not be accurately grasped even with her body that happened to her that had been greatly strengthened by her magical powers.

The obsidian dagger was thrown toward the floor, toward the shadow, and something flashed and struck at an unseen speed.

Damn, a high priestess and a shaman, but her physical abilities are comparable to those of Svetlana, who was enhanced by magical overload?

You could just ignore me as a man.

“Heh, look at the way that bitch called a witch doctor rolls her body her.”

“I’ll tear you up myself, you impious bitch, and offer it as a sacrifice.”

Even Svetlana didn’t expect her physical ability her, so she smiled bitterly while wiping the blood from her mouth her.

You can’t come all the way here, defeat it, and take the dream horse toilet route, right? I don’t want to be a semen purifier.

Perhaps reading my anxiety, Svetlana grinned at me.

“I-I’m sorry, Constellation-nim. I came late because I wanted to repay the grudge with my own hands, but maybe it’s because I’m old, my body doesn’t listen.”

“Um… Are you so carefree because you have other numbers?”

“It’s late because I have something to take care of, so there must be another solution.”

As if convinced of her own victory her, the corrupt incarnation leisurely picked up the dagger. And Svetlana threw something like that out of her arms her in front of her.

What was thrown to the floor was a pure white jade plaque beautifully decorated with golden thread. At the same time, Svetlana begins to age rapidly.

A face with wrinkles as if rewinding time back to its original state.

“One knife cut, I’ll take it here.”

“What, what is it—Ah!”

The feeling of fear she had felt before, chills down her spine, the edges of her vision turning black, and her gasping for breath. Her messy head her finally grasped the situation.

Svetlana’s magical power her that overloaded her body her was not meant to strengthen herself, nor was it intended to use herself as a sacrifice to perform a self-destruct attack on her fallen constellation her.

It acts like a lighthouse to lead another Constellation, unable to enter the space of another Constellation like a dream horse.

“Do you remember, Constellation-nim. I forced her teammates to die in order to save your apprentice from a collapsing city.”

“… Yes, it’s been a while, Svetlana. How can I forget their sacrifice?”

Thus, a sword that cuts through the bridle appeared through the simple Advent Festival, where mana and life were devoted.