Constellation of the Reverse World 343

Chapter 343 – Chapter 343: The Mushroom Forest and the Pathfinder 5

The fairy blew the town, blew it—

The scenery in front of your eyes that has no reality and the absurd words collab and pierce your brain. No shit, just looking at it, I found a huge base with black dust fluttering around, but it flew away without a trace? When F-Killa and Lighter were in demand and my temper was about to rise, the shaman’s words calmed me down.

“It seems like the whole village was sent away…”

“Did you send it?”

“Yes, Constellation. One of the fairies’ most frequent pranks is the magic of wandering. Using the magic dust falling from their wings, they create a kind of spatial distortion—”

“No, there is no need for a theoretical explanation.”

I recognized it from the time I grinned while holding a lantern and a severed head, but why do shamans, witches, and all the kids who delve into theories have otaku or explainant temperaments?

The shaman cut off his words without showing any courtesy, but feeling a very slight guilt, he opened his mouth again.

“There are hundreds of fairies that have appeared in the city. With that number, you can shove an entire village into a subspace.”

“Then what will happen?”

“Once the magic that surrounds the village is broken, and if you feel the change and come out of the village, you can never go back. Perhaps the magic for confinement is broken, and some male victims escape, and there are tribal warriors who follow them to track them down. It’s like.”

“Ah, so those who attacked us?”

“We tried to return to the village, but when that was impossible, they attacked us, who looked like intruders.”

I wondered why there was such an uproar, but it must be because I couldn’t go back to the village. Within the village there is a sanctuary that the natives of the Amazons consider religiously sacred. So I can’t help but feel anxious about not being able to go back to the village.

Sex slaves who should be in the village run out of the village, and when they come out to catch them, mushrooms outside the village walk around on two feet, and when they look back, the village they live in is gone.

It’s a strange situation to not be excited.

“By the way, what should we do, Constellation Lady?”

“First, use a lantern or ask a fairy to visit their village first.”

“Are you talking about the village?”

“There’s a chief who doesn’t know if he’s a patriarch or a priest. That bitch won’t come out of town and will stick to the sanctuary.”

“Certainly, I think so. Even if you get the information, the boss will know more than the little ones.”

The shaman nodded his head in the midst of the mess and once again drew the machete from his waistband. A lantern dangling from his left hand his, a toothless machete gripped in his right hand his. As if in response, a sword was pulled out of Song Ye-na’s waist his. It was a long day that came out naturally without a sound like a snake crawling on the water’s edge.

Like a beast of the field, the shaman jumps up and down. There is not a single sound of her footsteps her, but she flies as if she is on some kind of balloon. She draws a parabola and moves farther away. When she turns her eyes, the person she should be there is nowhere to be seen.

Because I moved forward faster than a shaman who kicked the ground and split the air, but more stealthily.

“Once, one.”

Even though she started later than her shaman her, Yena Song, who was far ahead of her, wielded her whimsical sword. Rather than swinging her weapon, her wrists her twitched softly, as if swinging her rhythmic gymnastics ribbon. However, when that light movement of the hand her rode the blade from her fingertips to the tip of her sword her, she drew out the disastrous results.

————–!

The tip of the steel sword whipped through the air like a butterfly flapping its wings, cutting cleanly everything in its path. If Han Ye-ji’s marksmanship is close to art, Song Ye-na’s swordsmanship is a realm outside her cognition of her.

There was not even a sound of wind cutting, but the legs of mushrooms the size of a human body and the limbs of the natives on the path equally flew in the sky. A sword swung silently, arms and legs falling like broken toys, drops of blood dripping from the air to the ground only after Song Ye-na passed by.

In other words, the natives who jumped up to see if they were confident in the battle let out a mournful cry and tumbled across the forest floor.

“Um, Mr. Yena? I can’t use my body like this, so can’t you just cut the tendons?”

“Yes, I understand.”

The sorcerer shouts, avoiding the mushroom that tumbles like a tree that has lost a leg. Heck, I didn’t even bring a hemostatic agent, but if I took off each limb one by one, I’d die from excessive blood loss.

In the meantime, let alone taking care of the heads of the natives who are rolling on the floor.

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Song Ye-na in charge of suppression, Han Ye-ji in charge of escort, guide shaman in charge of search and head collection, lethargic nightmare in charge of tail.

Perfect teamwork was taking place in the chaos of the Mushroom Forest.

“Me, Constellation?”

“Why again?”

“It’s because we have to do some interrogation…”

“Ah, you can find a village and give it to them. What will change if you catch small fish for a few years?”

A 10m tall mushroom tree is walking around, but the incarnations can’t notice it. The incarnations of the search team came after hearing the noise, but the only ones in front of them are the natives whose necks are empty.

I could feel a little bit of bad feelings there. To be precise, the incarnations in the search team had feelings mixed with impatience. Why what… , Isn’t it because Song Ye-na is eating all the achievements of the operation by herself?

The original plan was for our team to go inside the village and the rest to arrest the natives who ran out of the village. However, when the fairy intervened, the basic structure of the operation was twisted. Because the village we had to enter was gone, and Song Ye-na cut up all the natives who ran out. And the aboriginal head, with its limbs severed, our shaman took off and put it inside the lantern.

“Hey, did I force you to release the prisoners you captured?”

“No, no!”

“Then what, did you guys entrust me with the head of a prisoner? I’ll use it and give it away.”

I have to raise the results of the search, but none of the bitches rolling on the floor have their heads intact. In the end, dissatisfaction inevitably builds up as the girl with her arms and legs cut off or her tendons cut off and carries the men who are drunk after stopping the bleeding. As they are also incarnations, wouldn’t they want to brag about their achievements to the Constellations they serve?

Conflict between academy shaman and mainland shaman, incarnations who want to make achievements for shamanistic reasons, twisted roles because of the fairy

Of course, those circumstances are not my business.

‘If these bastards are late, it’s too late. Where are they going to steal my child’s experience points?’

It’s the negative feelings you feel for each other. I was hired for a job and came in confidently, but one genius swordsman wiped it out, so there may be complaints. You can ask for concessions from this side in your impatient mind that you have to do something.

If I hadn’t been there, I mean.

A guide shaman waving her lantern and scanning her fairies one by one with green light, and the Southern Continent incarnation team approaching her with her hardened faces. Seeing that, the guide told me to find a way and brought a woman who seemed to be the representative of the Hwashin team.

“So, if I hand over a few prisoners, can you find the village?”

“Yes?”

The leader of the search team, who became contemplative after grasping the situation only after my shoulder her was held in my hand. Because I was standing next to Han Ye-ji without saying anything, he must have thought that I was just watching and not thinking about touching him. Did you think that a constellation is like that because there are a lot of nobles, royalty, or lofty talents? Heck, there were some kids who opened something like a salon and held social gatherings among themselves.

If I were a lofty Constellation not interested in such worldly life, why would I have come here myself? She stood in front of me as a calf being led to her slaughter because of that little mistake in judgment. She occasionally rolls her pupils and sends anxious glances at the surroundings, but she is only turned away from everyone.

How could anyone stop a Constellation that openly twists while holding on to its tail?

“You’re looking for the village that disappeared with that lantern right now. Or what, would you like to go and interrogate those fairies?”

“No! That, that!”

Fairies flying around excitedly. At least I’m standing there in the form of an elf, so I don’t play around here, but if I touch it directly, I can’t help but be afraid of the aftermath.

Yes, even if you were stamped by one fairy, you would be tired all day, but aren’t hundreds of fairies flying around excitedly like a swarm of bees? Even if it’s just 1 fairy and 1 prank, you’ll end up sick in bed for almost half a year.

“It’s a constellation—I found it—!”

“Did you see it?

“Sorry…”

Avatar who sees a shaman waving a lantern in the distance and shouting, feeling relieved that the hellish thirst is over.

Seeing this, another uncontrollable grump surged up. To be honest, it was fun watching the wrathful beauty with her eyes drooping and twitching her facial muscles.

“Hey, come with me too.”

“…Yes?”

“Aren’t you interfering with a good worker because you want to achieve results? I’ll make you work, so come with me. The team members have them transported to the city, and you follow.”

Oh, this is fun